The weekend started with terrible weather, so after meeting up with Paul, Sue, Jim and Jane, we abandoned plans for a walk and stayed in the van apart from a brief trip out to the courtyard to visit the pizza wagon. The gales kept up all night and only dropped late on Sunday.
Saturday was still wet and blowy, so I got a day rover on the Coastliner bus and hopped to Wells Next the Sea, Walsingham, and Burnham Market. These were charming, bizarre and plastic in that order.
Walsingham was full of churches, icons, pilgrim souvenir shops and seemingly little else. The shrine itself was worth seeing just to marvel at the weirdness.
Burnham Market was a pretty green surrounded by over-priced and snotty boutiques, dining 'experiences' and irrelevant gift shops with about 10 things in (but the fantastic hat shop was a sight).
In the evening we went off to the Jolly Sailors to sit just out of earshot of the bands playing. They all seemed to be singing shanties so it was a narrow escape
Sunday brought blue skies so I drove off to RSPB Titchwell and saw avocets,marsh harriers, shelducks, redshanks, Brent geese, something with a blue bill, and more. Curry for lunch then a quick trip to Old Hunstanton to pick flints up from the beach and a coffee and cake.
In the evening, an early night after all the fresh air and walking.
