Anna Lloyd-Morell: A short walk north from the noisy promenade, its whelk and donut stands, funfair, penny arcades, Sunday bikers and shrieking children, the beach at Old Hunstanton sits beneath a smallish outcrop of fossiliferous rust-red cliffs. Atop these sit the Old Lighthouse and the ruins of St Edmund's Chapel.
Few use this part of the beach for swimming, preferring the sand and relative safety of the groyned areas off the promenade. The beach is mainly rough, packed sand, heavily covered in pebbles and sharp shell shingle, and dotted with rocks the size of space hoppers and coffee tables - rocks which extend out into the sea. Beware the loss of toenails against them in the plunging waves. Neoprene boots with soles can help with avoiding stubbed toes or worse. The sea is cold and often mildly choppy, which makes it all the more exhilarating. Further out, kite-sailers speed over the water, looking from the shore as if they may bump the tankers farther out still. At weekends, the kite-surfers may well have swapped boards for land-buggies - another thing to watch out for. There is little room for timidity in terms of changing - this stretch is quite overlooked, by families of ramblers and dog-walkers on the clifftops, and those on the beach. Change quickly to avoid glares from blushing parents and too much curiosity from enthusiastic dogs.