On the 20th, we went to Hunstanton. Colin heard, from the lady who cut his hair, that it was a nice beach and that it wouldn't disappoint. So, with one recommendation from a stranger and some Google directions, we set off.
The drive there was excruciatingly painful and slow as it seemed everyone and their uncle was heading in the same direction. We can't blame them, though. It was a gorgeous day. And in England, when it's a gorgeous day, people head to the water en masse.
