Winderton

Another lovely day at Winterton with its sinister black huts; its hummocky and only slightly pooey dunes, and its ever widening sands.
The rest of Norfolk is slowly being washed away, while Winterton is mysteriously expanding.
Unfortunately, it feels as if our enjoyment of this astonishing space is at poor old Happisburgh's expense.
But, it provided the perfect setting to test out Si's new frisbee. If thrown at the right angle with a favourable wind, it goes for miles.

There were lots of seal sightings to keep the girls (and adults) amused. They were swimming so close to the shore that they were in danger of being hoopla'd by said frisbee.

There's one.

Peggy claimed that she was 'training' it - to do what exactly we weren't sure.