Blakeney is a place which I've been taken to so many times over the years; I can remember my grandparents taking me out there with a proper picnic in a wicker basket. We'd park up in the car park by the boats – the one that sometimes floods – and we would sit in the car watching not very much happen while eating our lunch. There is a definite tranquillity to the place, things happen slowly and if you like a bit of peace and quiet then take a wander up the salt marsh bit beyond the car park. It can look a little boggy but has a path to keep to.

When we visited Blakeney back in September it was a particularly dull day with something of an arctic gale blowing; I regretted not opting for both my jumper and coat once we left the more sheltered village hall car park.

We took a stroll up the diverted Norfolk Coast Path heading east. Following the flooding dating back to late last year and earlier this year the path had been washed away. There had obviously been a great effort to make a usable new path with surfacing laid out and temporary fencing but it was so bleak and miserable that we turned back after a while and just went home.

Better luck next time, eh?

Sophie