Boasting pretty gardens, a swimming pool, a play area, bar and restaurant with stunning sea views, the complex has drawn guests back year after year. Perched on the edge of the village overlooking the dunes, it is so close to the beautiful beach that you can hear the waves hitting the sand.

“I just love the place,” said Ivan Denton, whose family has owned it for the past four decades. “It has cast a spell on me to be honest.”

As well as the roundhouses there are bungalows, apartments and chalets, some of them pet friendly, catering for couples or groups up to six and the main building, which hosts a Sunday carvery enjoyed by local people as much as guests, can also be used for large social functions.

These colourful little African-style cottages with their thatched roofs were inspired by the rondavels of Hermanus Bay in South Africa and are just a part of the fascinating history of the holiday complex that was once a country home called Hill House.

Hill House became an upmarket hotel when it was acquired by ex-RAF pilot Ken Temple. He had spent time living in Africa and it was he who had the roundhouses built as bedrooms for guests.

Thatched cottages were also built as holiday lets during the 1950s and 60s in The Lane opposite the Fisherman’s Return and at one point the lighthouse was part of the holiday centre.

The hotel was rather exclusive and among its high profile guests were film stars. Honor Blackman and Richard Burton were at one glittering event and the young actor, who went on to play Antony to Elizabeth Taylor’s Cleopatra, happily chatted up a local girl.

Writers have also been inspired by the spot. According to Literary Norfolk, the novelist Sylvia Townsend Warner was a regular visitor when it was a holiday home belonging to the family of poet Valentine Ackland.  After one visit in 1930 she wrote: “It was the severe presence of the sea which made the rather ugly house romantic. Below the plateau the dunes stretched far as the eye could travel, harshly mossed to the landward (it was impossible to think of them as land), prickled with marram grass as they rose into sandhills and subsided into the beach: a grey pebble beach till the tide went out and left a belt of sand streaked with watery light where the sea lay caught in pits and furrows.”