Sunny Hunny Saturdays

Hunstanton, with its Pitch-n-Putt and its Carnival and its pound shops and its ravenous flocks of tourist-devouring seagulls, sits on the north-west Norfolk coast as a testament to the Great British Seaside Resort. It's a nice town, if you like that sort of thing.

But slightly north of Victorian-era Hunston is the original village, now known as Old Hunstanton, not far from the corner where the East Anglian coast (and the A149) takes a turn eastwards as The Wash becomes the North Sea.

The old village has all the character and depth of history that its newer namesake sometimes lacks, and it has one more important thing: The Old Boathouse Cafe, or as SHARPies call it, the beach cafe.

Every Saturday morning from about 9am the Boneyard will slowly empty as those who are a) conscious and b) staying on for the day head to the coast for a greasy-spoon fry-up served in spectacular surroundings. It's amazing how good food can taste on a sunny morning at the beach with friends.

It's a lovely spot for breakfast, lunch, dinner, coffee, cake - well, anything, really. Drop in next time you're in the area.

Afterwards, some of us will atone for our dietary sins by going for a slow walk on the beach, where the sea at low tide is a very long way away indeed. By the time one gets to the water and returns, it is almost time for lunch.

Not far away, the striped glory of the Hunstanton Cliffs is the stuff that makes geologists tremble and weep with joy.

Paleontologists are also keen visitors, as the crumbling cliffs (thanks to erosion, big chunks are prone to tumble off without warning) preserve some excellent fossils.

Carstone - the red, iron-rich stone that underlies much of the north-west Norfolk region and builds many of its walls - is here overlain by red and white chalk. It is a remarkable site. And sight.