The chicken pox are over at last and we are back on the road.
Next stop Hunstanton. I have not been anywhere in England so far that I have not liked. I do not like Hunstanton! I now wish I had taken some pictures but at the time I was to appalled to do so. We pull into what is basically a tiny Myrtle Beach (all the bad things times 100). However there is no beach. Just a concrete board walk, cold, tiny strip of rocky sand and hardly any water. All along the way are bad stalls and booths selling junk, ice cream and what they call American style donuts, pie and so on. I just want to run and get back in the car. Jason insists we look around. After I have had all I can take we head back to the car when Jasmine says the dreaded words " Mommy I have to wee". Yuck! we go into the dirtiest bathroom I have ever seen and if you know me at all I'm having a heart attack at this point. We get back in the car and since I don't have a shower with us I cover us all in a good layer of anti- bac and we move on with our journey.