Sunday Wanderings in Norfolk
After a comfortable sleep in my four-poster-marshmallow, I woke on Sunday morning to find Custard lying on his back, all fours in the air, snoring.
And the boyfriend in much the same position.
Eventually one of them got up and made a couple of cuppas.
We sat at each end of the bed, chatting in a lazy Sunday stupor.
Until the smell of bacon started wafting under the door.
We went down to find the lady of the house, Virginia, ready and waiting with a pot of fresh coffee.
We took our places at the dining table and she served up two huge English breakfasts, and all of the morning papers.
Having eaten enough local sausages to feed a small army, we took our coffees out into the garden.
Is this not the most beautiful conservatory you’ve ever seen?
There’s a fountain in the centre, so all you can hear is trickling, dancing water. The air is filled with the scent of roses and cut grass.
I could happily live inside it.
Custard and I took to the garden to explore.
Off the shoulder dress, a cheapie from these chappies!
Who are rocking more than a handful of bargainous summer dress options…
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We were blown away by Sennowe Park. If you have a wedding, or a party to plan, look them up! Alternatively, if you want to stay as BnB guests, as we did, send them a nice email introducing yourself and I’m sure they’d love to have you.
Keen to see a little more of the local area, we headed towards the coast.
And stopped off for a quick frolic at Norfolk Lavender.
Row upon row of blossoming, lavender, thick with the smell of wild draw liners.
And absolutely buzzing with fuzzy bumblebees.
And a couple of other fuzzies.
Bees are desperately important to all of us.
To find out why, and learn how you can help stop the decline, check this out.
Next spring, my terrace is getting lavender tubs!
We drove along the coast, through quaint little villages and rolling countryside.
Jumping out of the car now and then to explore and snap.
For lunch we stopped at one of the roadside “Fresh Fish, Oysters & Seafood” shacks.
And tucked into a serious amount of the good stuff!
We drove past a sign for Wiverton Hall’s fruit farm, and couldn’t resist popping in.
Armed with baskets, we set off to pick some plump, juicy, British raspberries.
Though most got snaffled up before they reached the baskets!
Content with our idillic Sunday, we set off on the drive home.
But got distracted by a sign for antiques… so pulled in at Bayfield Hall.
The antique shop was closed, so we wandered the wild gardens instead.
Stumbling across a wooden shed, housing dozens of field mice.
^ Teeny tiny field mice!
I resisted filling my pockets and taking them home.
(Mostly because Custard was eying me suspiciously.)
And we drove down to London, as the sun began to set.
Norfolk certainly deserves a spot on your To Visit list. It’s staying firmly on mine, and I already can’t wait to go back!
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