And so to North Walsham, to finally put Norfolk to bed. Isn’t pink marker the only true colour ?
A rare chance to enjoy the delights of the Bittern Line, admiring the dramatic landscapes and graceful architecture of Roys of Wroxham.
North Walsham is one of those places you only go to if you live there, get lost on the way to Cromer or visit GBG pubs. I’d been there once before, so I was quite excited as I got off the train, and I don’t say that about Norfolk often, do I ?
Not much street art in town, so here’s a dose of nature.
And not a lot to say about the town, but that won’t stop me. St Nicholas Chuch is a market town gem, for starters;
The real treasure here is the statue of St Duncan of the Pub Tickers in his ceremonial “GBG completion gown”. Note busts of Angel BRAPA and Angel retiredmartin at his feet.
I also liked the market square, though they don’t need to convert that shelter into a micro pub as they already have one.
I would have stopped at the cat pottery to mould something for Mudgie, but the spelling of grammer upset me a bit.
No idea what this Fosters ad was all about; perhaps it’s just arrived here.
The Hop Inn has the courtesy to even look like a micro pub, cowering under Smith’s Jewellers.
Four tables, six folk, all of whom looked round as I entered (presumably to count my Fen fingers). It’s a micro-micro pub.
Very cheery, though, even if I had to sit at the bar as two blokes were taking up whole tables, which shows the problems with micro seating.
Quite pubby, with tradesmen, a bloke having a quiet pint (an excellent Lacons, NBSS 3.5+) and Old Boys discussing FaceTime and compooooters.
Really good. In fact I’m worried how good these titchy pubs have been lately.
Down the road the Orchard was even friendlier. The pub had cars outside, so here’s a statue of someone old.
This is just a comfortable local, opening early on Fridays for tradesmen but doing most trade when the cat pottery is shut.
The landlady was cheery and chatty, keen to promote her local beers, even if I was always going for the Lacons, which tasted a bit like Wherry (NBSS 3+).
The chat speculated on whether the Queen would be any good in goal for England (yes) and Premiership WAGS being better than the ones Norwich City were stuck with.
I think they’d got their material out of the venerable EDP.
Anyway, that’s Norfolk nipped.
Tomorrow, it’s the return of this lil’ fella.