North Norfolk is somewhere where time seems to stand still. Those wide open spaces and beautiful skies, mixed with the freshness of the air quality.
North Norfolk is somewhere that you can lose yourself, forget about time and just see where life takes you. We are currently in the main school holiday season and places like Cromer and Sheringham are awash with people. But move a few miles down the coast and things get much quieter. Today was a perfect illustration of this.
We caught the bus from home into Norwich and then the X44 to Sheringham and were lucky to find the Coasthopper waiting. Plenty of people had the same idea as us because the bus was virtually full. Our destination was Morston. Getting off the bus on the main coast road, we walked down to the quay. It's a totally unspoiled and delightful area. There was plenty of car parking available on the National Trust car park, not that we needed any.
Last time here we found a seafood shack and enjoyed a very nice prawn platter. The object was to repeat this but there was no sign of the mobile hut and we were hungry. There was another snack type place where the sausage rolls were very good. We asked the owner about the fish shack and she was quite curt in her reply "Oh he's moved to Blakeney," she said.
I know I shouldn't do it but whenever I am close to people I listen in to conversations. This time a lady from Wales was talking about looking for a home to move to in North Norfolk. There are many similarities between the Welsh and Norfolk Coasts - both are equally beautiful!
Morston is just over a mile from Blakeney and it really is a very pleasant walk along a bank overlooking a stretch of water populated with colourful small vessels that almost look as if they have been abandoned. Morston and Balkeney also have the distinction of having top notch racehorses named after them. Morston won the Derby in 1973 and Blakeney the same classic in 1969. Interestingly a horse named after my home village of Hethersett also won a British Classic - the St Leger in 1962 after famously falling in the Derby!
Blakeney is a delight for visitors. As you approach from Morston it opens up into a delightful semi circular area and village green. Youngsters were fishing for crabs and there's just a delightful feel to the place. Blakeney Hotel juts out along the road and a large car park is on the left with a number of eating shacks including the Morston fish shack.
There always seems to be a book sale and art exhibition on and today was no exception. I will write much more about Blakeney on this site in the future as it is a village of great interest and very picturesque. We walked up the street to the main road and caught the bus back to Cromer and then onto Norwich.
North Norfolk is somewhere that you can lose yourself, forget about time and just see where life takes you. We are currently in the main school holiday season and places like Cromer and Sheringham are awash with people. But move a few miles down the coast and things get much quieter. Today was a perfect illustration of this.
We caught the bus from home into Norwich and then the X44 to Sheringham and were lucky to find the Coasthopper waiting. Plenty of people had the same idea as us because the bus was virtually full. Our destination was Morston. Getting off the bus on the main coast road, we walked down to the quay. It's a totally unspoiled and delightful area. There was plenty of car parking available on the National Trust car park, not that we needed any.
Last time here we found a seafood shack and enjoyed a very nice prawn platter. The object was to repeat this but there was no sign of the mobile hut and we were hungry. There was another snack type place where the sausage rolls were very good. We asked the owner about the fish shack and she was quite curt in her reply "Oh he's moved to Blakeney," she said.
I know I shouldn't do it but whenever I am close to people I listen in to conversations. This time a lady from Wales was talking about looking for a home to move to in North Norfolk. There are many similarities between the Welsh and Norfolk Coasts - both are equally beautiful!
Morston is just over a mile from Blakeney and it really is a very pleasant walk along a bank overlooking a stretch of water populated with colourful small vessels that almost look as if they have been abandoned. Morston and Balkeney also have the distinction of having top notch racehorses named after them. Morston won the Derby in 1973 and Blakeney the same classic in 1969. Interestingly a horse named after my home village of Hethersett also won a British Classic - the St Leger in 1962 after famously falling in the Derby!
Blakeney is a delight for visitors. As you approach from Morston it opens up into a delightful semi circular area and village green. Youngsters were fishing for crabs and there's just a delightful feel to the place. Blakeney Hotel juts out along the road and a large car park is on the left with a number of eating shacks including the Morston fish shack.
There always seems to be a book sale and art exhibition on and today was no exception. I will write much more about Blakeney on this site in the future as it is a village of great interest and very picturesque. We walked up the street to the main road and caught the bus back to Cromer and then onto Norwich.