Coasting along
When our children were young, we had a static caravan on the Norfolk coast. It was our bolthole, a home on wheels for weekends and school holidays. Welly-clad or barefoot, we’d spend every day there on the beach. The kids, oblivious to the weather, trundled around with buckets in hand, sifting through the sand in search of pretty shells, glistening pebbles and sea glass. Only the best pieces made their way back to the caravan, where the children would spend hours creating displays in small piles, on any available shelf. Reluctantly, we sold our caravan a decade or so ago (the children all grown up) and, at the time, I returned most of our treasure to the beach. But I couldn’t resist hanging on to a couple of special stones…
