I gave Mick the choice of which of the three recommended walks we did, and he opted for a circuit through the village of Dersingham. He may have been swayed that way by the promise of a tea room, although the same held true of the option to walk to the Sandringham Estate visitor centre (although, somehow, a village tea room sounds nicer in my mind than a visitor centre one).
The first part of the route was running along the back of garden fences, so wasn’t great, but the middle third was on a perfectly pleasant disused railway line.
Then we got into the village which wasn’t of the ‘oh isn’t this lovely!’ variety, but still had enough interesting properties (both new builds and old) to allow us to keep up a running commentary on our surroundings.
As promised the tea room appeared before us as we got the village proper, and a popular place it was.
Our visit was only marred by an incredibly smelly chap coming and sitting on the next table. Made our eyes water, he did. Fortunately, he didn’t take as long over his coffee as we did over our elevenses, so relief came before we left.
The radiator next to our table dried our jackets and gloves as we sat there, but we soon got them wet again as the rain returned in the final 1km back to Bertie.
At 6.5km, it’s the longest single walk I’ve done post-op, although I suppose that with the prolonged café stop I could reasonable call it two walks.
We didn’t stir out of doors for the rest of the day. Some work was done, books read, ‘things to do’ researched for the last couple of the days of the trip, and knitting knitted, completely forgetting that, having paid the high-for-us price of £28 per night for this campsite, we intended to make use of the excellent facilities by using the showers.
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