In between Christmas and New Year sofaman and I drifted off to North Norfolk and stayed at the very lovely Neptune Restaurant in Old Hunstanton. It is about an hours drive to the coast from home and Old H. sits at the point where the land turns right and the road maps the tidal inlets and marshes that define this beautiful, flat, timeless end of land. Artists have painted it, sculptors built it from driftwood, photographers have battled the elements and tried to capture its heart and writers scribbled furiously to pen its haunting beauty but nothing reaches you deeper and more profoundly than to stand barefooted on a December day on the wet sand watching the red sun die into the shallows of the sea.