To celebrate his car purchase and also to get some camping in before the brief English summer vanishes into the drizzle of autumn, the bloke and I went on a camping trip to the flat broad marshlands of north Norfolk this weekend. He kindly loaned me his little point-and-shoot Canon so I could satisfy my shutterbug instincts without burning through a load of medium format film. We ate fresh fish, drank the local swill (the charmingly named and distinctly indigestible Old Les), hiked for miles along the coast and, of course, got rained on. Brilliant!
Burnham Deepdale is between Brancaster Staithe and Burnham Norton, in case you were in need of further geographical clarification.