I took the kids and Misty Moo to Hunstanton on Sunday.
My parents moved there about 8 years ago and we go and visit whenever we can. It is always a treat to get down to the beach, have a paddle or throw some stones but we prefer the old beach where dogs are allowed all year round and the noise of the fair and arcades is hidden round the cliffs.
On the way there, the Big One asked me why Grandma never comes to the beach with us. I asked if he had forgotten that she used to, before the effort was too much for her, before her heart restricted what she could do. He didn't remember. For the majority of his memory she has been ill, unable to do anything more physical than a walk around the supermarket, or some light hoovering. She has been missing the glorious seaside that is half a mile from her front door.
But last November she had a double by-pass operation which has meant she can do more. Gradually and slowly she has made progress and can now go on short walks.
So she came with us on Sunday.
Joining in with Sticky Finger's prompt for the Gallery.