Dusty Wentworth

It began with the kind of start no military operation would envy: late, chaotic, and entirely fuelled by caffeine and the frantic shouts of, “WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES?” We had planned for an early departure—visions of logistical precision and serene travel floated in our heads the night before. In reality, we woke up late. Groggy, uncoordinated, and amid a flurry of clothing-based crises, we somehow managed to rally the family troops and were on the road to Norwich by 09:30. Honestly, that alone deserves applause—or at the very least, a strong coffee. Despite the delayed launch, the journey into the city was blissfully uneventful. I say blissfully because Norfolk currently resembles a testing ground for every roadworks crew in the UK. I swear half the county is dug up. Entire towns seem to be held together by traffic cones and sheer optimism. But we navigated the trenches and reached Norwich—a minor miracle in itself. Operation: Replace What They’ve Outgrown As all parents know...

If you’ve ever tried to pack a wheelchair, a pushchair, three excitable children, and a sense of humour into a single car — congratulations, you’ve already earned your parenting badge of honour. Friday, 25 July — one of those gloriously British summer days. 26°C, sun blazing, and the scent of fresh coffee wafting through the house. A leisurely start for the grown-ups, but the kids? Practically vibrating with seaside anticipation. Sheringham wasn’t calling — it was shouting. 🚗 Operation Load-Up commenced with military precision. Wheelchair? Check. Pushchair? Check. Children? Loud and accounted for. Off we rolled through the lush North Norfolk countryside, tablets chirping in the backseat while my wife and I soaked in the scenery — and the fleeting silences between sibling squabbles. Arriving in Sheringham, the sea greeted us before we even saw it. That thick, salty air hit like a nostalgic slap to the senses. First financial casualty of the day: £11 for parking. Cheers, cou...