
Never mind the caravan park. Keep going, through the pines and grass, through the dunes, and down to the beach. You can walk for miles on the golden sand, or stay in the dunes and hope to see a Natterjack toad with the natty yellow stripe down his back. And it never seems to get that crowded, because the East Anglian landscape and the huge East Anglian sky make this beach feel very big indeed.
It's fish and chips for me from French's at Wells-on-Sea. Such a bore when the queues out the door, but well worth the wait. Open or wrapped? Eat in or take out? Cod, plaice or rock salmon? Mine's always haddock. Divine crispy batter, lips greased by chips. Watching that waistline? What does it matter! (Closed Monday to go fishing.)
10 The Quay
Tel: 01328 710396
Web: www.frenchs.co.uk
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