Not a bad view whilst you are sipping your loose leaf tea..
Now, Norfolk is an inward looking, get off my land sort of place, and more so round the stately piles of feudal throwback, such as the huge enclave of Holkham just up the windy flint walled and pan tiled cottage lined coast road. Perhaps that is why the assorted caravans and huts hiding behind the eaterie seemed to be peopled by a fruit picking army more at home with Radio 4 and the Aga than (whisper it) the Eastern Europe that drives Farage in to lick spittle rage. Not sure about the authenticity of this artisan's dwelling (the cut ivy was stapled on to the door).
Not much evidence of anything really local here apart from the lobster and the Wherry and the salad accompaniment is hardly from Morston Hall. And, note to front of house. 13 covers is not a small bill and best not ask us to leave the tables before we'd settled. Umbridge taken.
What to do now? Blakeney just a stones throw to the left along a coastal walk.