Dusty Wentworth

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...