Ice Cream at the Beach in February – Hunstanton

After some working in the morning, we decided to head out to Hunstanton to let the kids play on the beach and have a little fun.  It was about 48 degrees, sunny and February Half Term, so everyone and their mother was also out with the same idea.

First we walked around the shopping streets poking in the many charity shops. Then we tried to find a decent quality football for Soren but couldn’t.

We had a small lunch at the Waterfront Bar.   So much potential as it was waterfront, great bones, but the food was not great – really just all fried delights.  I personally would not return but it was fine for what we had.. fish chips type food for twenty quid.

Then we found a store on the “Broadwalk” which carried footballs, tons of beachy stuff and Maebh’s pinwheel flower.  A bit of fun playing football on the beach…which Soren LOVED!  Nils & I talked about how we must do that more with him.  Even Maebh got in on the football action a bit, but then decided to lay in a puddle and fill into it  – so she got soaked and muddy.  As she was all wet, we decided to skip the funfair & rides but we did eat ate ice cream on the beach before heading home.

When we were standing in line at the Ice Cream shop, Soren kept pointing to the ice creams which were like colored, frozen ice and a character on it like Spiderman.  I suggested we go with a simple soft serve in a cone with jimmies, vs. all that food coloring and processing.  After a little bit of back and forth it was agreed for soft serve.  I had to laugh though as Nils said it would probably be more hygenic if we went with the Spiderman treat, as we saw that show on how dirty ice cream trucks and some frozen soft serve machines were – loaded with bacteria.  Well – I’m certain the place we went to would be in the dirty category too.  The worker (a middle age women, so not a stupid 15 year old) – physically held  money.  Then picked up the cone, without gloves  nor the paper slip on the cone, over to the machine, then to the sprinkles which she put the cone right in and twisted and then handed it to us.  I am certain that place would be shut down by the board of health in America.  Ha ha = though we still ate it.

Maebh was so funny eating the ice cream. She closed her eyes, took tiny licks and had huge belly laughs. I took a bunch of photos, but I didn’t get a video – which would have been really funny!  (Hopefully next time!)

As it was around 4 pm when we started to venture home, we joked that we might see a Barn Owl and I’d hold my camera on my lap.  Sure enough, we saw one.  We were so giddy, we pulled over, I jumped out and fired off a few shots  – I got a few photos of the pretty little guy.   Happy about that.

Old WW2 Bunker?
Beautiful sunset over the fields.

Author: Stars Stripes and Mayonnaise

I am an American currently living in the Netherlands. I enjoy snapping photos and blogging along the way about our family’s journey as we moved from USA to the UK for a couple years then onto Ireland for three & half years and now in our next adventure in the Netherlands where the kids and are are learning Dutch. As you can probably tell by the name of the blog “Stars, Stripes & Mayonnaise” our family is half American & half Dutch and if you know one thing about the Dutch is that they LOVE their mayonnaise! I seen ’em do it man, they fuckin‘ drown ’em in it. When I started this blog way when it was to capturing memories of our family – essentially a journal of our family adventures, their love of mayonnaise, my love of photography, D.I.Y., crafting, sea glass hunting and exploring with our two amazing kids.

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