God's own country

Is how an old family friend used to refer to Norfolk and having trecked 6 miles to this secluded beach on a sunny Saturday in June, I'm not going to argue with him. Not just because he's dead which of course makes an argument a little one sided, but it was one of the best beaches I've seen and there was not a deck chair in sight.

All that sunshine comes at a cost though and I'm doing a pretty good impression of a lobster as in 'as red as'. When will I learn - always carry a hat and apply sun screen.