Great Yarmouth beckoned today, partly due to it's bad-ass rep (must see) and partly due to it's reknowned Promenade. It was perfectly stunning weather for a waterside stroll, completing the summer feel with soft serve twirlies, down the Pier and surreptisiously along the market stalls(don't tell the men), until we found ourselves on a bench at the beachfront for a picnic lunch.
Our drive home ended up being way more bad-ass than Great Yarmouth, as we stopped to photograph Caister Castle from OUTSIDE the fence and were yelled at from across the other side of the road by a cranky old man to leave the premises. Al hollered back and, much disgruntled, we left.
Back at Winterton-on-Sea we watched in fascination as a man kite-sand surfed and dune-jumped with his enormous parachute-type kite, but we didn't delay in the chilly wind and made sure we got our much longed-for fish in time tonight and home for a second round of triominos and movies.
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