Brancaster Staithe

November trip - backblip 5

To start the day, MrM drove us round Norwich on the southern bypass, to Thorpe St Andrew. The River Green is as pretty as ever and, not far away,  the area where I lived as a child is largely unchanged. However, my parents' modest bungalow has been extended beyond belief and, interestingly but not surprisingly, the nearby shops have changed with the times - gone are the greengrocer and butcher, and there are now no less than two hair and beauty salons, a dog grooming parlour, and a kitchen designer, among other things.

Then on to explore a little of the North Norfolk Coast, from Cromer all the way round to Kings Lynn. We were there just long enough for MrM to get a taste of the area. Thought he'd like it, and he did, and we're already talking about the possibility of a holiday there in the not-too-distant future. We stopped briefly a few times en route, and the blip was taken at Brancaster Staithe. To the left of the photo you can just see an egret (extra), that stood watching us the whole time we were there.

We left Norfolk and drove up through Lincolnshire, via Horncastle, to Woodhall Spa, where we took MrM's dad out for a meal to celebrate his 86th birthday. He seemed to enjoy the outing, but was keen to get back home by 8.00pm to listen to some football commentary on the radio. MrM and I left him dozing listening after a while, and went back to our accommodation for a drink before bedtime.