Things come to an end
Sep. 1st, 2018 06:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustThe second half of our week in Norfolk seemes to have whizzed past. Here we are in September already, and on our way home. The holiday isn't quite over, as we are returning via Ely, spending today with D. and valydiarosada; the summer isn't quite over either, today has been hot and sunny and mostly very lazy. So this is a token catch-up post.
On Wednesday we walked along the coastal path in the other direction, towards Cley; a shorter walk than the path to Stiffkey, but a more interesting one, crossing rather than skirting the marshes.
On Thursday GirlBear and I visited Blakeney church, and a gift shop, and althoughdurham_rambler and boybear declined to join us, we enjoyed ourselves. It was the Bears' last day with us, and we took them to Sheringham, and saw them onto the train (on the Bittern Line), then drove home via Cley, where we saw a completely different side of the village to what we had explored the previous day, including the church - which is wonderful, and deserves a post with pictures - and the windmill. In the evening we walked down to the Moorings:
where we dined on scallops, and a delicious stew of beans and artichokes, and a wonderful tart of respberries and crème brûlée (the accompanying vanilla ice, while perfectly good ice cream, did not add to the effect. If anything it detracted, and I have been trying to work out why...) and a bottle of falanghina.
On Friday morning (oh, wait, that was yesterday) we too vacated the cottage, and came to Ely via King's Lynn. I enjoyed King's Lynn once we had solved the challenge of paying for parking when we had no change, and the telephone payment system wouldn't work for us (a kindly parking attendant - for these do exist, and are not as rare as you might think - showed us where to press the button for an hour's free parking, which gave us long enough to buy a much-needed coffee, and so acquire coins). I wish we had had longer to look round.
And this morning we went into Ely, where the market was in full swing: "the tourist market" says D., dismissively, but I'm a tourist. And I bought plums from local orchards, and some fancy bread - and books, but since these were from a charity shop it may not count. But we still haven't done the tour of the cathedral.
valydiarosada; the summer isn't quite over either, today has been hot and sunny and mostly very lazy. So this is a token catch-up post.On Wednesday we walked along the coastal path in the other direction, towards Cley; a shorter walk than the path to Stiffkey, but a more interesting one, crossing rather than skirting the marshes.
On Thursday GirlBear and I visited Blakeney church, and a gift shop, and although
durham_rambler and boybear declined to join us, we enjoyed ourselves. It was the Bears' last day with us, and we took them to Sheringham, and saw them onto the train (on the Bittern Line), then drove home via Cley, where we saw a completely different side of the village to what we had explored the previous day, including the church - which is wonderful, and deserves a post with pictures - and the windmill. In the evening we walked down to the Moorings:where we dined on scallops, and a delicious stew of beans and artichokes, and a wonderful tart of respberries and crème brûlée (the accompanying vanilla ice, while perfectly good ice cream, did not add to the effect. If anything it detracted, and I have been trying to work out why...) and a bottle of falanghina.
On Friday morning (oh, wait, that was yesterday) we too vacated the cottage, and came to Ely via King's Lynn. I enjoyed King's Lynn once we had solved the challenge of paying for parking when we had no change, and the telephone payment system wouldn't work for us (a kindly parking attendant - for these do exist, and are not as rare as you might think - showed us where to press the button for an hour's free parking, which gave us long enough to buy a much-needed coffee, and so acquire coins). I wish we had had longer to look round.
And this morning we went into Ely, where the market was in full swing: "the tourist market" says D., dismissively, but I'm a tourist. And I bought plums from local orchards, and some fancy bread - and books, but since these were from a charity shop it may not count. But we still haven't done the tour of the cathedral.
