Any particular bit? I'm so enamoured of the area that I even fell in love a bit with Walcott (of all places) on a cold, grey, blustery day. (I do love a good wild elemental day like that though, and being by the sea is best of all).
Even cheap 'n' cheerful Sea Palling has a special place in my affections, if you can believe that. Great holiday, though - happy times. The chap who used to own Stow windmill (he's since sold up, I believe) used to have a great big fat black and white cat just like mine at the time, that used to sit on the counter of the shop. Apart from nearly drowning myself in Hickling Broad, good times.