An easy drive up with Debs working in the bus (the 3 mobile Internet is a real boon), arriving in daylight (oh bliss) and negotiating the narrow, bumpy, twisty lane onto the site. The site managers were friendly and helpful and we were soon set up, watered up, powered up and boozed up! The site is large and very clean, but it hacks me off that the Camping Club class this as mid-season and ramp the fees up accordingly. It will soon be the case that a campsite will cost as much as a Travelodge, and us pensioners have to look after the pennies you know!
On Saturday, after a fitful nights sleep with still much on my mind, I went for an early walk (3 miles) down to West Runton and ended up on the beach, watching the sun rise. However, getting to the beach meant crossing Incleborough Hill and, on entering the common, there was a sign warning of adders, then a sign warning of an electric fence, then a sign warning of wild ponies grazing and, finally, a sign warning of golfers! If I made is across alive it would be a miracle, but I suppose I must be grateful that there was no minefield or a hungry pack of wolves roaming the plain! Anyway, back to the beach. The sun rose with a new dawn on my new life. It sort of put things into perspective and, happy, I walked back over the danger-filled hill, picking up the papers on the way. 
Once Debs finally emerged, we breakfasted on bacon sarnies and then set off to walk to Cromer. We were both tired after the previous week, so progress was slow, but we crossed the hill enjoying the coconut smell of the flowering gorse, crossed the golf course and followed the coast into Cromer, where we had fish and chips for lunch overlooking the sea in the Red Lion Hotel (nice, but quite expensive). Wandering along the pier we popped into the lifeboat station, but couldn't understand a word the Coxswain said as his accent was so thick (lots to do with the launching and recovering his boot, which seems a strange thing to do). We then purchased some of the famous Cromer crab,, had an ice cream and then headed back to the site, stopping in East Runton to catch the result of our wonderful Harlequins win over Saffascum, maintaining out rightful place at the top of the table. Huzzah! Total distance walked - about 8 miles.
On Saturday evening the chip van turned up. Shall we just say that the owner was "Normal for Norfolk".
Knackered, we turned in early and both of us slept the sleep of the just and woke up refreshed and raring to go. After a quick read of the Sunday Times we headed off over the hill again in bright blue skies for a short bimble into Sheringham. Recognising that we were both still pretty worn out, we decided on an easy stroll along the coast, over Beeston Bump and into Sheringham. There are a number of static caravan parks along here and the tin monstrosities, whilst now painted light green rather than glaring white, could do with being painted dark green, not parked in lines and half planted in the ground to lessen the corruption of this glorious landscape. In Sheringham we wandered around a gallery, I bought a T shirt and we had rather a nice cream tea before heading back again to West Runton and a pint in the pub we visited the last time we were up this way (about 10 years ago). Finally we got back to the site and relaxed in the warm sunshine outside the bus. Total walk - about 6 miles.
Monday, up and packed in record time, off site at 0730 and home and unpacked by 10. The weekend went all too quickly but it was a great way to manage the transition to retirement.
As for the site: large, quiet, spotless, tucked away and with glorious walks on the doorstep. Well worth another visit.
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