Rain and shine
Aug. 27th, 2018 05:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustYesterday was a wet Bank Holiday Sunday: we lazed about the house, completed the weekend crossword, and each went out alone when we felt like it. The only part of the day for which we had a plan was the evening, and that didn't work out. We had noticed the A-boards outside the Harbour Room, offering various musical entertainments, one of which was 'folk music in the bar' on Sunday, with the information that food was available at all music events, and had interpreted this as meaning that here was a place which served food, and while it might not always be available in the evening, when there was an event on, it would be. So we turned up at opening time to be told oh, no, we don't do food; the sign referred to something of the kind offered at Durham's pub quizzes, where random platters of chips or pizza or nameless pies are included in the entry fee. We decided that this didn't really suit us, and set off down the High Street in the rain. It took a while to find somewhere that wasn't already full, and we were a bit miffed at the Blakeney Hotel, which is huge, didn't seem all that busy, claims to welcome non-residents but asked if we were residents before saying that as we weren't they couldn't fit us in. Possibly they had a large number of unseen guests who were about to claim priority, but we got the impression we just weren't smart enough. Not much further on was the King's Arms, where we found a table and friendly service and warm and filling pub food (and the Bears were full of praise for the vegetarian special, char-grilled haloumi with salad).
Today the forecast told us that the chance of rain peaked at 40% at midday, so we decided to risk it: why does a 40% chance of rain seem less encouraging than it probably won't rain today? We walked the Coastal Path as far as Stiffkey, some four miles into the wind, sometimes with sunshine, sometimes not. The path was busy (no surprise on a fine Bank Holiday Monday) and while we weren't the only party without a dog, we were certainly in the minority. The path runs between farmland and the coastal marshes: our last sight of the sea itself was as we came down to the foot of Blakeney's High Street. But there were boats in muddy creeks, sometimes only their masts visible as we walked, sometimes more:
At Stiffkey we tuned inland, lunched at the Red Lion and then braved the traffic to visit the church. The story of the Rector of Stiffkey is one I learned from my father, and I would have liked to visit his grave, but we were frazzled by the cars trying to force their way down the narrow road, constantly stopping because they weren't comfortable passing each other when both were in motion, and since there was no pavement, pedestrians had to stop too. GirlBear tried to look around the church, but was distracted by kindly fundraisers offering her tea (she won a candle on the tombola).
We came home on the bus.
Today the forecast told us that the chance of rain peaked at 40% at midday, so we decided to risk it: why does a 40% chance of rain seem less encouraging than it probably won't rain today? We walked the Coastal Path as far as Stiffkey, some four miles into the wind, sometimes with sunshine, sometimes not. The path was busy (no surprise on a fine Bank Holiday Monday) and while we weren't the only party without a dog, we were certainly in the minority. The path runs between farmland and the coastal marshes: our last sight of the sea itself was as we came down to the foot of Blakeney's High Street. But there were boats in muddy creeks, sometimes only their masts visible as we walked, sometimes more:
At Stiffkey we tuned inland, lunched at the Red Lion and then braved the traffic to visit the church. The story of the Rector of Stiffkey is one I learned from my father, and I would have liked to visit his grave, but we were frazzled by the cars trying to force their way down the narrow road, constantly stopping because they weren't comfortable passing each other when both were in motion, and since there was no pavement, pedestrians had to stop too. GirlBear tried to look around the church, but was distracted by kindly fundraisers offering her tea (she won a candle on the tombola).
We came home on the bus.
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