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A few lines of a recent visit to Hunstanton during the Late Spring of 2014. These lines are memoirs only, just a man reminiscing a few days away from the hardship of an urban life.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014
I have often been asked as to why I keep on returning to holiday destinations that I have visited on numerous occasions gone by. The truth is that I love to reminisce the good times, and also getting to know my way around these parochial inlets makes me believe that I am more of a local, rather than a tourist.
Indeed I get high satisfaction when I can drive from point-to-point and not need the assistance of road signs or an atlas to help me find an intended destination. I visit the Lake District in England without fail each year, and I can safely say that I never need any assistance to find out where I am going.
I have on a few occasions met people walking their dogs in the morning or evening who have actually welcomed me back and a 'Nice to see you again' has occurred with regularity. No such occurrence has been forthcoming in Hunstanton, which is a delightful town off The Wash of North Norfolk, simply because I hardly meet anybody during the mornings or when I am out in the evenings.
I have no idea why Hunstanton becomes deserted off peak, it's possibly because it's mostly full of tourists who only become visible during clear daylight. But this is exactly what makes this place so ideal for me. I can walk freely in the morning and late evening without being distracted by these awfully noisy families that only form unwanted obstacles at my path.