January 2026. Watton. Norfolk.
I knew you’d want a proper post on Watton (pronounced Wotton) ahead of the holiday you’ve just booked on account of the NBSS 4 that I just gave Greene King IPA. Assuming you’re going, here’s some accommodation for next Friday;
Personally I would always go for a hotel with “Vibe” in it, and Dick will be able to confirm that £43 is cheaper than £90 or £144.
Quite what you’d do over a weekend, or what vibe you’d find in Watton, I’ve no idea. But besides three hotels I counted three Chinese takeaways, so perhaps you could try all three and send me reviews ? Or spend all night on the amusements.
Or you could look at old pub signs,
the Bull a particular favourite,
and admire the fontage of one-time GBG entry Breckland Wines, now a Lithuanian shop.
I got that last bit of clarification from the enthusiastic 75 year old tour guide at the excellent free town museum hidden behind the Cheese & Pie Man.
It’s a wonderfully eclectic social history museum packed into the actual town hall, and over half an hour I learn all you could possibly want to know, and much more, about Watton and its 12,000 souls (Wikipedia says it was 7,000 at the 2011 census , so you can guess the issue here).
Ah, the rectifier; always wondered.
Great town sign,
and a Scottish-style clock tower.
A thrilling hour and a half, capped by finding one of the most exciting ranges of ethnic food in the whole of Norfolk in the modest Tescos. I shall be dining on Buldak at Sunnyside for a while.
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