Ffolkes Arms Hotel
Travel Blogs from King's Lynn
... come of it is chaos. After 15 minutes of not moving it took a little old lady getting out of her car and directing traffic to get things moving. Legend!
... marshes. Strange but back home I wouldn't walk 200 yards to the local shop, here we walk everywhere. A couple of well deserved beers when we got back and then an evening of good food, good wine and a good book.
... of trying to attack other dogs when on the lead. There must have been half a dozen dogs in the pub today but she lay under the table and was oblivious to all around her. Does she sense the fact that we are more relaxed?
- Its OK dropping off the grid and living a simpler life until you don't check the weather forecast and a hurricane blows through your campsite! I woke at 1am this morning to some very strange noises. When I put my head out of the door I found it was absolutely lashing it down and blowing 50mph winds. The awning was at real risk of lifting off never to be seen again. So in shorts, t shirt and flip flops Jayne and I set about dismantling it and ...
The storms started at about 11pm last night with a viscious northerly wind and lashings of rain. It was quite fortuitous in a way as the noisy people drinking outside the hotel were chased away by it. However there were three flagpoles outside and the wind made the ropes bang against the flagpole for most of the night.
We decided to skip the offer of a cooked breakfast this morning and make use of the finest offerings from the ...