Old Hunstanton

The North Norfolk coast is great if you need the cobwebs clearing. I did.

The weather was a bit different to yesterday’s.

I drove to Old Hunstanton, where the albatross of a writing dilemma was lifted in the Ancient Mariner. Samuel Taylor Coleridge will be laughing in his grave.

On the beach, I walked a million miles to the sea, where some little birds (extra; sanderlings?) made me laugh, scurrying in the shallows.

When I’d passed them, I had a mini plodge – with my shoes on (extra). My feet got wet.

A third of a million miles later, I noticed strange teardrop-shaped things in the sand (extra ; includes shoe print for scale; everything looks weirdly inverted). On closer inspection, they looked like teardrop-shaped snails without the feelers and without the shell.

Two thirds of a million miles later, and I went to a cafe with an extensive vegan menu. It was a lovely little cafe. I had a sandwich, a cup of tea and a slice of cake (extra).

I wanted to buy a fridge magnet; the only shop I knew of was opposite the pub from earlier. It turned out to be a gallery-cum-crafts shop (extras). (It will return to being a gallery-cum-crafts-cum-antiques shop when the renovations are finished.)

I wanted to buy one of the acrylic paintings, but was hampered by not being able to choose which one, the price and Mr Pandammonium’s potential reaction when I got it home. Instead, I bought a postcard fridge magnet with a picture of Old Hunstanton, a notebook with the periodic table on the front, a notebook with the map of the world on the front, four pens, each a different colour and each with a different writing-related slogan on the side, and a reception bell. I used my shopping strategy to decide what to buy.

I drove home and had a cup of tea before going out for my Thursday group run.

All that fresh air and exercise has made me sleepy!