I first went to Wells as a little girl: several of my family live in and around Sheringham, so the north Norfolk coast was our summer holiday playground, but I’ve only been there once or twice in the last fifteen years or so.
After my utterly delightful stay at the Travelodge Great Yarmouth Acle, following Emma and Rob’s wedding, I needed to shake the corporate dust from my feet. So I drove north near Wells to spend the day and night with one of my best friends, her two children (including my latest godson), and her mother at their holiday cottage.
In the afternoon we headed to Wells to walk on the beach. I was last there styling an AW fashion story for a commercial client back in August 2007 on a weekday. Back then the beach was quiet and empty; we almost had it to ourself.
Not so this sunny heatwave Sunday. Just down the road in Walsingsham, a Christian Marian shrine, over 6000 Hindus had been celebrating a religious holiday (both religions venerate the Virgin Mary), and afterwards it seemed as though a large part of those 6000 had headed to the beach.
It’s not sandy, but a kind of sandy shingle mix, with large tidal flats, so it wasn’t a great place to sit, but we had a lovely time wading through the mud.