I think I've been to that beach. Do they ring a bell when the tide turns? If it's the one I'm thinking of, the tide comes in almost at walking pace. You wander back and look behind you and the sea is still there. It's rather disconcerting.Yes! The beach and the woods are wonderful there.
Cheers. Just booked a table for lunch on the way back tomorrow. It's a bit of a swerve but quite doable. The roads here are so small that what looks like a 20 minute drive on the map actually takes an hour.I don’t know how much the COVID restrictions affect pubs in the area. But on your way home The Swan at Hillborough, just outside Swaffham on the Thetford road does excellent food. I’ve eaten there many times and never been disappointed.
I think I've been to that beach. Do they ring a bell when the tide turns? If it's the one I'm thinking of, the tide comes in almost at walking pace. You wander back and look behind you and the sea is still there. It's rather disconcerting.
Hope it’s still as good as ever and you enjoy a lovely lunch.Cheers. Just booked a table for lunch on the way back tomorrow. It's a bit of a swerve but quite doable. The roads here are so small that what looks like a 20 minute drive on the map actually takes an hour.
Let us know how it isCheers. Just booked a table for lunch on the way back tomorrow. It's a bit of a swerve but quite doable. The roads here are so small that what looks like a 20 minute drive on the map actually takes an hour.
We got pretty wet anyway but we knew that would happen. It just made the log fires more welcome and I reckon we incinerated half of North Norfolk. I’d forgotten about that smell you get in English villages on autumn evenings when people fire-up their wood burners. We’re back now but I’d like to get up there again. We now know the area between Hunstanton and Cromer quite well and like it a lot but there’s loads more there. The time of year and Covid regulations worked against us a bit and pubs not serving food after 2pm caught us out a couple of times but that can happen anywhere in the sticks. Good holiday.Just noticed this Spymaster - shame - you could have nipped to Postwick and met me in my wood (where we were moving daughter's boat). Apart from Reedham, this is not the posh part of Norfolk tho. There are some retro seaside towns such as Gorleston-on-Sea which have not been discovered by anyone, teuchter)...and Yarmouth is always worth a visit, if only so you can be grateful you don't have to live there yourself. Used to be a fancy restaurant in Brundall - the Lavender Tree (we supplied the chef with shaggy parasols a few times and argued about the name - should surely have been the Lavender Subshrub).) You would prolly have been wet and bored though.
We didn’t make it in the end. We had great weather in the morning so decided to leave early before it started pissing down. We had breakfast in Swaffham insteadHope it’s still as good as ever and you enjoy a lovely lunch.
‘Breakfast in Swaffham’ sounds like a Nick Drake song.We didn’t make it in the end. We had great weather in the morning so decided to leave early before it started pissing down. We had breakfast in Swaffham instead
This is what confused Paul in post #48. If you were on the East coast proper, that wouldn't happen.Go to Hunstanton at sunset so you can say you have watched the sun set into the sea from an East coast town.
We breakfasted in swaffham, boys,‘Breakfast in Swaffham’ sounds like a Nick Drake song.
You get the same sunset on the East Coast in Whitby. It’s due to the harbour entrance actually facing North.This is what confused Paul in post #48. If you were on the East coast proper, that wouldn't happen.
Which is why Dracula didn't make it into the harbourYou get the same sunset on the East Coast in Whitby. It’s due to the harbour entrance actually facing North.
Aye, there are loads of places on the east coast where beaches run east-west or even face west. It can obviously look confusing if you don't know the local geography though (or if you've been smoking marijuana all afternoon).You get the same sunset on the East Coast in Whitby. It’s due to the harbour entrance actually facing North.
Unfortunately most eventually end up being "discovered" by Londoners like Spymaster and then they fill up with trendy nonsense and are ruined
Just reading Tomblands at the moment - C.J.Sansom's fictional account of Kett's rebellion and the huge camp up on Mousehold Heath. I tend to forget that Norwich was actually the second largest UK city in the 16C (and I love the remnants of the old city walls which still ring the inner city). I bloody love East Anglia...unlike my hometown, Cambridge, the historic fabric of Norwich feels egalitarian, ever-present and relatable.We breakfasted in swaffham, boys,
When we rose against the crown
We marched up to the manor house
And smashed its great door down
The squire was dead and the house ran red
Before the day was done
But we ate his food and it tasted good
As we washed it down with rum
When I wrote the traditional song I had in mind the civil war or some later seventeenth century rising but I'd forgotten kett's rebellion tooJust reading Tomblands at the moment - C.J.Sansom's fictional account of Kett's rebellion and the huge camp up on Mousehold Heath. I tend to forget that Norwich was actually the second largest UK city in the 16C (and I love the remnants of the old city walls which still ring the inner city). I bloody love East Anglia...unlike my hometown, Cambridge, the historic fabric of Norwich feels egalitarian, ever-present and relatable.
Just reading Tomblands at the moment - C.J.Sansom's fictional account of Kett's rebellion and the huge camp up on Mousehold Heath. I tend to forget that Norwich was actually the second largest UK city in the 16C (and I love the remnants of the old city walls which still ring the inner city). I bloody love East Anglia...unlike my hometown, Cambridge, the historic fabric of Norwich feels egalitarian, ever-present and relatable.
...And still we aren’t allowed our own sub forum...
Surely the helpful ability to count to a dozen with your hands makes up for that?
Fuck of, it’s the SW that has the extra fingers and toes.
In East Anglia we rejoice in the webbing between them.
Yep, I arrived in the fens (1975) after a couple of miserable London years and felt an immediate and total affinity with waterlands, huge skies and a sense of privacy and suspicious introversion which was balm after a garrulous and nosy northern childhood.As an economic migrant to the border lands from the Great Wen I don’t care. Besides Ms 747 is doubly blest being Welsh by nature and proper Norfolk (Yarmouth at that) by nurture.