Susie Fowler-Watt

The fam­ily en­joys an idyl­lic Nor­folk day out

EDP Norfolk - - Inside - CON­TACT Susie.fowler-watt@bbc.co.uk Susie Fowler-Watt

AS THE sum­mer draws to an end, one day stands out in the mem­ory as be­ing about as per­fect as it could be. It was not the sun­ni­est, nor was it planned par­tic­u­larly, but it was just a good old-fash­ioned Nor­folk day out.

Some friends, with chil­dren the same age, had rented a beau­ti­ful house in Titch­well and we ar­ranged to go and see them. We filled the car with ev­ery­thing one might need for a Bri­tish sum­mer’s day – from flip-flops and swim­suits to wellie boots and rain­coats. In the end, pretty much ev­ery­thing got used!

This is not a part of Nor­folk I know very well – in fact I think the last time I had been to this ex­act spot was when I re­ported on the dis­cov­ery of Sea­henge, the an­cient tim­bers found in the sand at Holme-next-the sea. Boy, it is stun­ning: glo­ri­ous, long views across the fields to the sea, moody skies and – even in peak sea­son – a won­der­ful sense of open­ness and space.

We went along to Thorn­ham “Usu­ally the per­fect days are the ones with­out fore­thought, or spe­cial out­ings, or fancy food. The key in­gre­di­ents are fam­ily, friends and fun” Staithe to go crab­bing with the kids. Huge fun was had by all. All nine of us then sat on a jetty and ate fish and chips, which we’d picked up from Eric’s just down the road.

The day was not with­out drama – Lola got stuck in some very boggy mud, which reached the top of her boots, and had to be res­cued by her fa­ther (his BBC hos­tile en­vi­ron­ments train­ing com­ing to the fore!). Hugo lost the fish­ing net over the side of the quay (lead­ing to another manly res­cue by his dad). Then, just as we were on a walk, far­thest away from the car, the heav­ens opened and we all got soaked to the skin.

We de­camped back to the house; the chil­dren changed clothes, the sun came out, games were played, races were held, wa­ter bombs were thrown, the chil­dren changed again and we ended up stay­ing for a bar­be­cue in the gar­den, in that beau­ti­ful evening light that I have only ever seen in this county.

When we fi­nally got home, and two very tired chil­dren climbed sleep­ily into bed, Lola said to me; “That was def­i­nitely the best day of the whole sum­mer hol­i­days. In fact, it was prob­a­bly the best day of the whole year.”

If we tried to recre­ate it, it wouldn’t work. Usu­ally the per­fect days are the ones with­out fore­thought, or spe­cial out­ings, or fancy food. The key in­gre­di­ents are fam­ily, friends and fun. The plan­ets just align, as they did for us in Titch­well, and child­hood mem­o­ries are made.

Above: Lola, right, and her friend Lucy at Thorn­ham

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