Anna Lloyd-Morell: A run-down seaside town, still clinging quaintly to its nickname 'Sunny Hunny', Hunstanton seems to have overtaken Brighton and Margate as the London and Home Counties' working class family seaside destination of choice.
As Brighton maintains its more gentrified course and Margate can't quite decide what to do, Hunstanton does what it has always done, and offers a slightly sleepy version of the traditional seaside offering - crazy golf, seafood stands, a helter skelter, kiddy funfairs blaring out Jean Michel-Jarre's dated electronica, candy floss, joke shops and donkey rides. Despite this, it has a quiet appeal, and a packed promenade in high season, filled with people who like to wear pink tracksuits and a lot of gold jewellery, many of whom will venture into the water, baby under one arm, beach ball under the other, down dark, treacly sand, avoiding the old seashells on the tideline, into the voice-catchingly chilly North Sea. There are more secluded areas of beach round the corner in Old Hunstanton, but the main promenade feels like a seaside ought to, with gulls and babies competing to see who can cry the loudest, splats of ice cream mingled with donkey poop, and a slight north-westerly whipping the water into gentle white horses. The sea feels thick with sand and movement - hardy water for hardy souls.