On the 8th I had cycled to Buckenham Marshes and the road works coming out of Norwich had made it a nightmare. It was better on the 10th but still stressful. Added to that my GPS kept telling me to turn back all the way to Cantley and join the A47. I also thought I had on the wrong coat, there was a biting North wind and I had put on my thick coat, and it was a little too warm.
|Huge sky over the Norfolk countryside|
|My GPS wants me to turn around again|
|The GPS wants me to go up there, back to the A47|
|My GPS: turn back!!|
|The Cantley Cock|
|A view worthy of a painting|
|Reedham and Weep|
|Marsh this way|
The Burney Arms is shut and is more like 5 miles
|There it is, the Wherryman's Way|
|Preserved pumping by the national lottery|
|Ye old mill|
Restored by the National Lottery gamblers. There was an info board with the old miller on it, ghosts of the past abound
It must have been miserable to live there, but I suspect there may have been more trees in the old days.
|Burgh Castle in the distance|
|Robot ditch cleaner. Swallows were nesting here.|
The coat was a good move, though it doesn't look it there was a biting wind, I chose the right coat! Also there are no pubs. From Norwich to Reedham on the Wherryman's way it is endless pubs. The only pub Reedham to Yarmouth is shut, looking for an new owner.
Yarmouth comes closer. I feel like David Copperfield (Dickenses one not the magician)
|Hello glittering Great Yarmouth|