This time of year we study the weather forecast closely before deciding where to go. This week, the south-east quadrant of the UK came top of the pops. We stayed on the Sandringham Estate, rather like our own dear Queen is at the moment, although social distancing rules prohibited her from popping round.

A nice wooded site, but, of course, still no facilities allowed, apart from water, “waste” disposal (don’t ask) and wi-fi. We didn’t even have mains electricity, but the van’s fridge coped with Sal’s chilled white wine very well. We explored Wolferton, nearby. Can’t help thinking, when the time comes, “Lord Wolff of Wolferton” has a nice ring to it.

We walked, through the Sandringham Estate, to a town called Dersingham, which was a great walk although the town turned out to be unexciting.

We went to a beach and RSPB area near Snettisham, with views over The Wash towards Lincolnshire. Lucy absolutely loved it here as it was safe, and isolated, enough for her to run around madly but keep her eye on us in the distance. This was one of those slightly bonkers places which we seem attracted to. Like The Carmargue or Île de Ré in France, or Severn Beach or Dungeness in England. Because the land is so flat here I’ve rather over-exaggerated the texture of the sky, which makes it look far more “glowering” than it was.

North of Hunstanton we happened upon Holme next the Sea, another nature reserve. Vague memories of childhood holidays.

And, to make the holiday complete, we found a fresh seafood stall (an outpost of http://www.gurneysfishshop.co.uk in Burnham Market) and bought their last three Norfolk crabs and some real East Anglian shrimps!