In a day of high winds (which have become increasingly common) we decided it was time for a walk. With winds of up 55mph out of the south west we decided to turn right at the end of the driveway and keep them at our back. Such was it that we were literally pushed along the blustery coast path over the marsh to where the Cley Christmas Fair was in progress. The whole village seems to be in the festive spirit.
You can just about make out Marek in his shorts with Bonzo.
The Dun Cow was a welcome sight and we enjoyed a cheeky pub lunch.
Cley had lit up by the time we strolled in. Back over the hill to Blakeney we decided it was time for a fire. Another lovely weekend without getting in the car.