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  • Day15

    The Number 13 Bus or the No 6

    August 15 in the United Kingdom

    Decided th have a day off driving and spend 2 nights in one place.
    The accommodation is very good but is done in early bordello style. Or maybe that’s just a description of how untidy we are.
    It has a kitchenette so we could do some in house eating.
    That worked, pub first night and probably Italian the second.
    Having a day in Norwich with the Cathedral and Castle.
    We were to get the No 13 bus on advice of the locals.
    They had moved the stop due to road works and there was some discussion as to where the new one was.
    Amazingly we found it and although we ended up on the No 6 we got to Norwich easily.
    It’s now obvious how they trim the overhanging trees.
    They run double deckers up and down the roads.
    Norwich bus station the size of Strathfield station. Very slick.
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  • Day14

    Blakenely Beach, the Day After.

    August 14 in the United Kingdom

    Well there’s more to the Riviera of Norfolk than we thought.

    There is swimming water.
    There is also car drowning.
    We think all vehicles survived the tide. A fellow turned up and sheepishly moved his Audi, by reversing even further into the water.
    Was very confident of his 4 wheel drive?

  • Day14

    Blinkling Estate Gardens

    August 14 in the United Kingdom

    A short 4 kilometre walk around the gardens.
    What’s not to like.
    Enormous walk, walled garden, English young folk frolicking including an 18mth dragging a croquet mallet, a Temple at the end of a walk and 4 painters doing up the Orangery and laughing outrageously.
    Also has a 400 set of yew hegdes that are a joy so long as you don't have to trim them.
    The cuttings go to makeTomoxifil the anti breast cancer drug. Amazing.Read more

  • Day12

    Burghley House

    August 12 in the United Kingdom

    Biggest house west of the Pennines. Why wouldn’t we go.

    House built by Robert Cecil, Chief Minister of Elizabeth I and is big enough to have its own postcode.

    Had it’s usual ups and downs and like a lot of places is now a charitable trust to avoid death duties.

    Terrific place, muralled within an inch of it’s life with over 400 paintings on the wall. Current Marquise is married to a Director of Christies so that must help with the appraisals.

    Walk, walk, walk and more to see.

    Having a Rover P6 trial on the front lawn, lots of beautifully kept cars and people sitting around hoping someone will admire them.
    Usual sort of day out.

    Pouring with rain for part of the time so held up with all the local mothers and a zillion babies in the cafe.

    For all our sakes the rain did clear it was off to the gardens.
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  • Day16

    A Trip around the Truck Parking Lot

    Yesterday in the United Kingdom

    We decided to drive down to Kent to start phase 2 of the trip, “THE SOUTH”.

    Only 130 miles, lots of M road (freeways with roundabouts the size of Earlwood), cross the Thames to the east of London, should take 2 and a bit hours.

    Plenty of time to see a manor house in the afternoon.

    Well that was an idea.

    A 3 hour white knuckle drive in torrential rain, no visability except when the trucks overtook and wiped the road of water, queues, delays and many White Vans.

    If you have never been to the UK you need to understand that thousands of White Vans traverse the country on all manner of roads.

    They unfailing drive to fast, pass on blind corners and are driven by excitable P platers.

    Then there was the “if we dont stop to go to the toilet I’m going to explode” incident. This required coming of the M, negotiating a 6 exit roundabout and finding a Services Area as big as Roselands.
    With an unfailing sense of direction Mark ended up in the truck parking area, then the coach parking area, then just any area.

    It would not be accurate to saty that no “words” were exchanged during and after all these travails.
    There was a full debriefing of fails, missed turns, alternative choices and “how could you miss that”.

    Kidney failure was avoided, caffeine levels were restored, the downpour continued and eventually all thought of seeing anything in the rain was abandoned. Luckily the veryy nicepeople at The Bull at Wrotham were able to let the room early.

    The Bull has no straight walls, the doors don’t fit and its been a pub for 600 years. There have been a couple of renovations during that period.

    It’s got a Michelin Rosette for its pub food and as soon as we find out what that means you’ll know as well.

    But it’s dry in side and it’s not moving.

    Mark has refused to drive 4mins for coffee and had opted for beer instead.
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  • Day14

    Blinkling House

    August 14 in the United Kingdom

    Anne Boleyn could have been born here. It's that sort of story. The original house did belong to her family.

    A very, very rich lawyer Henry Hobart bought it, tore it done and built himself a Jacobean country house.

    It’s had a few owners before ending up with the National Trust in 1940, opened to visitors in 1960.

    It was leased to someone during that period. What sort of person leases an enormous, old, old house with a garden that needs a morning to see.

    Would you like to see the attics they asked, what could you say but yes. Mark’s Fitbit says that we climbed the equivalent of 19 stories but who counts these things. Great house with the biggest Library eat of the Pennines.

    They were having an art installation around the risk to books in the 21 century, quite interesting in parts. Better than the “Surrealism Experience” at Peckover House we did not discuss with you.

    Many K’s walk, much gawking and good time had by all.

    Bernadette had a wasp incident in the courtyard but a true tourist takes these things in their stride.
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  • Day12

    Lyddington Bede House

    August 12 in the United Kingdom

    Rather grey morning and a 30 mile drive but managed to find Bernadette a morning coffee in a pub that could have been a film set. Quaint with a Capital Q.

    Bede House was established in the old palace of the Bishop of Lincoln after the Dissolution of the Monasteries by Henry VIII.
    It was for paupers and you got in on the word of the Earl of Exeter and you had to be “free from lunacy, leprosy or the French Pox.” So entry was rather exclusive.
    There were Bedesmen here until the ‘30s. Everyone had a little bedsit and it if not luxurious , better than dying in the hedgerows I suppose.

    Not quite your modern assisted accommodation but operated for a couple of hundred years and sure beat the workhouse.

    The stairs are most definitely for the infirm or leporas.
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  • Day13

    The White Horse Hotel, Blakeney

    August 13 in the United Kingdom

    Rain, sun, rain, quite a number of very narrow roads and we are on the coast of Norfolk.
    The street to the hotel is as wide as a driveway.
    Filled with tourists and children who as they sit in the gutter with their legs out block the street.
    Rather pleased to arrive.
    It appears that the GPS has managed to bring us down the most inconvenient route but certainly the mos at adrenaline filled.
    The hotel ha sits own car park.
    Why is this important because the public car park at the bottom of the hill will be under water tonight.
    We are not sure if all the gambolling English are aware of this.
    More news of submergences tomorrow.
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  • Day13

    Blakeney Town Beach

    August 13 in the United Kingdom

    So what’s Blakeney?
    Well it isn’t the Riviera of Norfolk.
    No ocean, that appears to be a couple of K away.
    There’s a winding mud flat to the sea where local and imported English children go crabbing with nets or slosh around in the mud. Forget the days of going home with sand, we are talking mud, mud, mud.
    Full of people renting cottages, God alone knows what they do after crabbing.
    Sit by your car and read the paper or line up for ice cream is the answer.

    Is is however a great town.
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  • Day14

    The Green Dragon

    August 14 in the United Kingdom

    Where do you find a Green Dragon.
    Right next door from where you are staying!
    It’s been a pub since 1376 near the gates of the Wymondham Abbey. It is an absolutely old English pub.
    No straight lines, old wood, lead light, bar the size of a cupboard.
    Bern has gone to Heaven again.

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