Greetings from Holkham Beach in Norfolk
We hadn't expected to be back on the coast so soon. We'd planned a visit to London for yesterday's excursion, but saw that the weather was so hot it would be more advantageous to go on another trip to the seaside instead. After all, coming back on a hot train with tired children and London's commuters didn't seem that appealing on such a sunny day.
It didn't take us long to work out where to take the children. After several recommendations on the blog and after watching Tuesday's coast programme, we headed back to Next-Wells-The-Sea to explore the vast expanse of sand at Holkham Beach and we were not disappointed.
We walked past the beautiful beach-huts that we'd seen a couple of days before and continued to trek westwards for about 25 minutes. That's 25 minutes with two pairs of little legs, which equates to "not that far", so rather than walk further we decided to pitch up in some sand dunes where we could look out towards the sea.
After a quick lunch, the boys started to get restless so we left 21st C Dad in this beautiful peaceful setting while we ran off see the sea.
I took a little bit longer than we expected...erm...about a 40 minute round trip in total. However, en route we paddled in the sand puddles, waded through rivers, stopped to spot shells, wormcasts and crabs, all the while dodging the seaweed before we finally reached the sea.
We turned around to wave to 21st C Dad, but we couldn't see him! It wasn't that he'd gone and abandoned us, the people in the sand dunes looked as tiny as ants.
After a quick paddle in the sea we began to trek back, the boys high on the excitement of the journey and in a hurry to tell 21st Dad about the great adventures. We even managed to fit in an imaginary bear hunt on our return because (under the influence of author Michael Rosen) it was a beautiful day, and we weren't scared...but..
uh oh..a river...a deep cold river...
we can't go under it, we can't go over it,
on no, we've got to go through it.
splish splosh, splish splosh...
... a bear hunt on Holkham Beach...now that's value for money. I am pretty sure we will be returning again.
Anyway, wish you were here...to splash in the puddles...21st Century Mummy xxx
It didn't take us long to work out where to take the children. After several recommendations on the blog and after watching Tuesday's coast programme, we headed back to Next-Wells-The-Sea to explore the vast expanse of sand at Holkham Beach and we were not disappointed.
We walked past the beautiful beach-huts that we'd seen a couple of days before and continued to trek westwards for about 25 minutes. That's 25 minutes with two pairs of little legs, which equates to "not that far", so rather than walk further we decided to pitch up in some sand dunes where we could look out towards the sea.
After a quick lunch, the boys started to get restless so we left 21st C Dad in this beautiful peaceful setting while we ran off see the sea.
I took a little bit longer than we expected...erm...about a 40 minute round trip in total. However, en route we paddled in the sand puddles, waded through rivers, stopped to spot shells, wormcasts and crabs, all the while dodging the seaweed before we finally reached the sea.
We turned around to wave to 21st C Dad, but we couldn't see him! It wasn't that he'd gone and abandoned us, the people in the sand dunes looked as tiny as ants.
After a quick paddle in the sea we began to trek back, the boys high on the excitement of the journey and in a hurry to tell 21st Dad about the great adventures. We even managed to fit in an imaginary bear hunt on our return because (under the influence of author Michael Rosen) it was a beautiful day, and we weren't scared...but..
uh oh..a river...a deep cold river...
we can't go under it, we can't go over it,
on no, we've got to go through it.
splish splosh, splish splosh...
... a bear hunt on Holkham Beach...now that's value for money. I am pretty sure we will be returning again.
Anyway, wish you were here...to splash in the puddles...21st Century Mummy xxx
