I grew up in North Norfolk, in a little village called Cley-Next-The-Sea, and that part of the East Anglian coastline is just so special to me. I left when I was 16, and when I was 20 I started taking my then boyfriend there. We became husband and wife and then Mum and Dad to our children, so every time we go up to Norfolk the memories change - the deep personal memories of my childhood through to the romantic recollections of Jonny and I, and now to the memories we are making for our children. They love it up there. We all do.

This time our trip was celebrating my parents' Ruby Wedding anniversary - Dad had booked a cottage for them for the week and asked if we'd like to join them. Would we?! The hellish M25 Friday traffic a distant memory as we travelled through Newmarket, Barton Mills, Swaffham, Fakeneham... the sky growing bigger with stars, the air cleaner, our shoulders more relaxed. A perfect, perfect weekend.