The Angel Hotel
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- Free parking
- Continental Breakfast
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... Mind you, it is very tempting as the shops are full of beautiful clothes. We also had lunch at another beautiful Pub called The Georgian. This morning was so mild we went or a long walk with Bindi. Simone took me on a path she had never been on before, so it was a real adventure not knowing where we were going. Along the muddy paths and across the ploughed up fields was certainly hard going, but made worthwhile finding blackberry bushes and stopping to indulge ...
... this time of the year so haven't needed to rug up yet. October was the warmest month on record! Autumn is so beautiful and so I am loving the colours and kicking up the leaves with Bindi! I was craving a typically english roast lunch, so on Friday, we shared a roast chicken platter at yet another really lovely pub. I can see a lot of pub grubs in my future! Divine!!! Enjoy the photos, and love to hear from you! Jude ...
... was my brother and he is dead. Something should be different. I will go on, as before, because I must. As we all do, and I will do my best to enjoy my trip because this is where I am supposed to be...for now. There are not many photos for this entry, but I know you will understand. The pictures I have in my head, of my visit with David and Pam, are of their lovely garden, still with so much colour, and ...
... All this we saw but briefly on our trek though the centre to collect our hire car, then it was off across the Norfolk Broads to the cute little farming hamlet of New Buckenham
We found our digs. On the outskirts of the village, down a tiny laneway that led to a vast open network of barley fields. Our accommodation was an old farm workshop, stunningly renovated to chic modern specs, with a private courtyard ...
... to eke out a little interest from the history and legends, but the fundamental nature of the manmade religion which underpins them I find misguided. It is with a slight feeling of disquiet that after a half hour break, I hoist up and reattach my backpack. I’m not convinced that either it or my waterproof jacket and trousers are as defiantly resisting the inundation we are experiencing as the fortitude we show in marching through it. However, I know I will only find out ...