For me Hunstanton fits that bill. I did visit it once as a boy (can't remember when or how) and we have been a couple of times for very quick visits.
So yesterday we climbed aboard the Coasthopper and then the Coastliner buses for a combined journey of two hours there and back (a total of four hours) to get to Hunstanton (which for some reason was known as Hunston for a short while before they reverted back to the long title). So was it worth it? Well yes and no.
Hunstanton is a strange place. It's almost divided into three. There's the town centre which is pretty unremarkable. Then there's a prom which is rather tacky and then a very nice garden and grassed area along the clifftops for those who want to take it a little bit easier and see something much more pleasant (or is that just my age?)
It's quite an historic place being in the East but facing West (hope I've got that right). If you look across the sea you can clearly see Lincolnshire and Skegness - although I'm not quite sure why you would want to see either.
We had a good old walk in Hunstanton and I hope you enjoy some of the photos. The question is "can you find the incorrect spelling. "I was particularly interested in seeing the multi coloured cliffs and the unusual shoreline which goes back millions of years.
The busses were very warm - the temperature on our return outside was 30 degrees. It felt much hotter on the bus but that could be because it was really stuffy.
Continuing my series on strange people on the bus (remember Plymouth and Sheringham) we had another today. A man tried to use his credit card instead of his bus pass. "I hope I won't be charged for that, " he said as he blocked the gangway. Then on a more serious note, a mother allowed her two young children to sit upstairs on their own while she stayed downstairs. Of course youngsters don't stay still and the little girl, who looked to be seven at the most kept going up and down the stairs which was something of a danger.
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I can't make up my mind whether I like Michael Portillo or not. Yes I do find him ever so annoying but on the other side I do enjoy his travel programmes. Perhaps my indecision comes from the fact that he was once a career politician - until he surprisingly lost his seat at an election of course.
In his latest series which sees him walking across the Pyrenees and discussing his Spanish heritage, he refers to that defeat when the whole country laughed at his facial expression of shock when the result was announced. Quite honestly we laughed at his pain because of his smug attitude.
But the travel programmes have shown him in a new light. He comes over as genial and friendly and now admits that losing the election felt like a door slamming in his face. But then others opened for him. I suppose the message is "there's always hope."
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How many friendly, fluffy dogs are there around? Thousands. You come across them everywhere, particularly since lockdown. They are all loveable. So loveable that I refer to them as killer dogs. They usually have floppy ears and a permanent smile which makes them a danger to humanity. There's another killer dog in disguise I say as another bounds up for a stroke.
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Tomorrow I'm going to ask the eternal question: "Are Sundays no longer special and if so why?"
Oh just a word of explanation on the photos. The one of Elliot's fish and chips is meant for our grandson Elliot. Also the other threequarters insisted on me being in some of the photos. So blame her for spoiling your day!