I might spend a lot of time in Portugal but I’m British through and through. You won’t find me happier than on a bank holiday trip to the British seaside with all that entails – crowds, nowhere to park, terrible weather, and seagulls stealing my fish and chips.
The May Day bank holiday was no exception to the rule. My family and I headed off to the picturesque town of Wells-next-the-Sea on the Norfolk coast and promptly got drenched by a thunderstorm whose ferocity was only matched by the searing sunshine and heat that followed.
Ice creams were eaten on the beach next to Well’s famous multicoloured beach huts as our clothes dried off and all was right with the world again.
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