So, Hemsby then. Small village on the Norfolk seaside, too far north for the bright lights of Great Yarmouth, too far south for the wilder, quieter, less commercial, interesting bits of coast. I’d begged a long weekend in my parents’ caravan, just me and my laptop and my plans for a novel (oh – and…
For reasons that make a long story (novel-length, with any luck) I wanted to visit a seaside resort out of season to remind myself of the atmosphere. So, back in March, we loaded up our metaphorical bucket and spade and headed off to the seaside.