The blue sky didn’t last long woke to an overcast day or should I say an English summer’s day, at least it isn’t raining yet.

Quick call to Halfords on the Industrial side of Peterborough to book the motorhome in to have the stone chip repaired on the front windscreen and we are off on A47 circling round Peterborough and for a Monday morning the roads are very quiet not much traffic. Just love these roundabouts so many to negotiate to get to different motorways over to Halfords.

Bad news the stone chip was too big for the chap at Halfords to do, but close by was National Windscreens where we were going too in the first place but Halfords was a better price. Bad news because there is a tiny chip near the main stone chip we require a new windscreen, which they can’t fit today. Paul from National Windscreen suggested when we get close to Thetford or Newmarket on our way to Cambridge (A11) to have it replace at one of their branches there, as it is nearly at the end of our travels in the UK plus we might get another stone chip. Thank god for insurance claims, which will pay for part of the new windscreen.

Now it is back on A47 the landscape is flat for as far as the eye can see no mountains to navigate just views of hay and grain fields, farmhouses, large barns, so many roundabouts on A149 with traffic held up at some exiting to other towns or villages and there are lots of semis coming from the other directions.

Travelled alongside the River Nene for a short distance making the scenery a bit more interesting before crossing the Great River Ouse to King’s Lynn the gateway to the Norfolk coast and one of England’s most important ports from as early as the 12th century. Sorry to say but we didn’t stop, we have seen enough historical medieval towns with Market Place’s, harbours, heritage listed buildings of fine architecture, cobbled lanes and beautiful gardens. King’s Lynn is probably a very beautiful town steeped in history of stories of seafarers, explorers, merchants, the Corn Exchange and many others who have shaped one of England’s most important medieval port towns over more than 800 years. It is our lose for not stopping.

The scenery changed from West Newton turn off to pine forests and woodlands with glimpses of hay and grain fields and small villages till we reached the turn off to South and North Beach at Heacham. A very sad place lots of static homes, static holiday parks, small café with little shop and metered carpark on beach front. The long stretch of yellow sandy beach and dunes wasn’t much to look at, looked like a working class estate village.

Hunstanton wasn’t much different a Victorian seaside tourist town with Amusement Parks and rides, beautiful old sandstone buildings, very busy and nowhere to park the motorhome, same with Old Hunstanton but height restrictions. All the little villages we passed through looked identical stone and flint beautiful old buildings and homes.

At Brancaster we drove through the sea marshland to the beach with a golf course behind the dunes along the coastline to walk along the beach, but it was another beach carpark with meters. All the beaches along the coast we have stopped to see have metered parking what a rip off to pay for probably a half hour walk. No wonder the motorhomes and tourists we saw like us just turn around and drive off. Parked by the church in town for lunch and walk around the town to look at the beautiful different stone and flint buildings and homes.

Stiffkey (we had a laugh at the name) was a narrow winding lane through the village with buildings to the edge of the road. Tricky to navigate with slow stream of cars coming the other way.

It was getting late and we hadn’t found a place to camp for the night till Richard saw a sign to Morston Quay a National Trust site on Agar Creek on the sea marshland. The creeks flow into the river at Blakeney Point where you can take a one hour boat trip when the tide is in to see the seal colonies and birds in their natural environment. When we arrived the tide was just coming in at 4.45pm and there were queues of people lined up for their boat trips to Blakeney Point an experience to watch. A lot of fishing boats, little boats and yachts are moored here and the creek goes all the way to the village of Blakeney where hopefully we might cycle to tomorrow on the path by the creek.

Another retired couple Julie and Cliff from Norwich have camped here for the last couple of days Richard as usual made friends. Lovely couple we checked each other’s motorhomes, Cliff fitted his own out and would have loved to buy our solar and inverter but we are still travelling.

Nothing like a good downpour of rain to put you to sleep.