I've blogged about Hunstanton in the past & if you've read it you'll know that like many seaside resorts, it's somewhat dated.
Don't get me wrong, I don't hold it against the place. There's something utterly charming about these places & quite frankly the higher the kitsch-ometer, the more I'm likely to enjoy myself. Besides, it's Blue beach which as I understand it, is awarded not so much for being pleasant but rather having lower levels of faeces to other beaches.
I visited again yesterday... I had the day off, the weather was ok & I fancied some chips by the sea followed by some fresh cinnamon doughnuts. In addition to this, my partner in crime has a thing for tea towels... Don't ask.
On the seafront there's a shop called Robertson's... Of this I'm 98% sure (It may have been called Robisnon's) & this particular establishment trades in typical seaside items that you'd likely see in resort shops up & down the country. You know the sort of thing, buckets, spades, mugs, sweets & bizarrely, a fine collection of Native American memorabilia.
As I made my way out of the shop, I couldn't help but notice something that looked more out of place than the Dreamcatcher artwork I'd seen on the Native American section.
It was liking stepping back into the early 70's & I am still in a state of disbelief at what I saw.
Robertson's (or Robinson's) I'm ashamed of you & your store deserves to be as empty as it was.
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