My home was unique: a wooden chalet on the sand dunes at Hemsby, Norfolk. We had three tiny bedrooms and amazing views out to sea. Rainbows came to the water’s edge, and then you’d watch them travel out. The moon lit a path across the sea. The sun rose over the water. Everything was lovely, apart from the snails in the loo.
I had a bad car accident in 2016 and bought the house with the compensation. I was raised on the Isle of Wight, but worked in London for much of my career. That was the draw of Hemsby – to get back to the sea. It was my only home, but I had to first rent a place an hour away in Suffolk, where my son was finishing his further education. My husband died in 2021, and my son and I were desperate to move into our new home.
