Canary colours for my latest blogpost header, and a big thank you to Norwich City for letting us tonk them 5 – 0 and win the Premier League on goals scored tonight.
1 City 102 goals
2 Liverpool 85 goals
I’m already nearly a week behind with the blog, but I can’t rush Dereham.
Dereham means one thing, top toper Curry Charles.
At least the Lockdown has provided business for the folk who make those banners that bring joy to our pub trips now.
I parked my campervan at Charles Mansions on Tuesday for a preemptive tick at The Cock, and one of the UK’s top curries (Dick and Dave take note).
But first I did a 90 minute walk from the inevitable new edge-of-town Marston’s diner,
to some Breckland border
towns villages hamlets I’d never heard of.
It’s more fun to walk to places you haven’t a clue about than plod the same tracks day after day. In theory.
It really was a struggle. OK, I know there’s no pubs, open or closed. This WhatPub extract covers an area the size of Belgium, possibly.
But you expect something, anything, don’t you ?
Westfield and Yaxham deliver no surprises, but not in a quirky Radiohead way.
Though the attempted spelling of “Sausages” is a delight.
If you want pubs, you’ll need the Mid Norfolk Line from Yaxham to Fakenham, which needs a braver blogger than me.
I met Charles at 5, and stepped into town to face the delights of Dereham on a Tuesday evening.
As stoically as this unnamed fellow.
If I’d known the “unspoilt” Cherry Tree was as basic as Paul Bailey advises me now, I’d have started there. But Charles gave me a convincing reason not to thaat he’s saving for his own memoirs of debauchery and Internal Audit.
Not much debauchery in the GBG pre-emptive coming next.
*It’s doubtful if folk in Dereham even noticed there was a Lockdown.