Brancaster Beach... probably the most wonderful beach I’ve ever seen. Miles of unspoilt golden sand as far as you can see east and west. A favourite for kite surfing and kite buggying. I bet the two future kings who have a house nearby will be up for some of that.
Our companion wasn’t a future king, but Storm Ali. If Florence was tricky the day before, we were in for a real blow. The sand was lifted from the beach to produce a continuous moving, shimmering, magic flying carpet. It was Ali... not from the east, but the west.