A fine bright morning greeted me at Old Hunstanton for this summer re-visit. The tide was out and just along the coast an enormous fender, dwarfing the attendant Coastguard vehicle, had washed up on Thornham beach overnight, a reminder of the power of the sea and the currents in The Wash and North Sea. I had a propitious chat with Mike from the RNLI lifeboat station, who referred to the shifting conditions offshore. The expansive beach here, backed by dunes and beach huts, is a visitor’s paradise, whether bathing, walking or bird watching. Highly recommended.
Nancy’s love of this and other beaches through time.
A low tide on an expansive beach at Old Hunstanton.
Located just north (to the right) of Hunstanton, Old Hunstanton beach is backed by sand dunes and individual beach huts, set two deep, stretching all the way to the golf course and managed by the Le Strange estate. The lifeboat here is one of only two powered as hovercraft in the RNLI. The beach itself is covered in fine, golden sand and there’s a clear light here, rather like St Ives in Cornwall. Old Hunstanton’s beach stretches past the interesting limestone and carrstone banded cliffs to the white lighthouse, where it becomes Hunstanton beach.
What the beach means to Anne and Lloyd, from times past through to the present.
Caren’s beach eulogy.
Vivid afternoon light, blue skies and golden sand at Old Hunstanton.