Well, Gus has finally kicked me into action with a story that dates back to November last year. It's been waiting for me to sort it out because there have been a number of distractions, not all good, from Playmobil in the last seven months or so, but now things seem to be getting back to normal.
Diane was 60 last November so to celebrate her getting her pensions (yes, two of them) we went away for a few days (including her birthday itself) to Norfolk, probably our favourite part of the country. One of our first holidays there, maybe the first, was a stay at a pub called "The Wash and Tope" in Hunstanton. The Wash in the name is the large inlet of sea at the "top" of Norfolk where King John lost his crown jewels and the rest of his luggage. A tope is a small shark caught in the area. Hunstanton itself is on the west coast of Norfolk, and those people who say, "Impossible!" check your atlases and you'll see what I mean. We thought of going to the Wash and Tope again, but as it had had about four changes in management in about two or three years we decided not and instead stayed at The Lodge in Old Hunstanton. (Old Hunstanton is the original village only about half a mile from Hunstanton. Hunstanton itself is a more or less purpose built town aimed at the better off Victorian holidaymaker. Times have changed, but it's still very popular, especially with motorcyclists in the summer who will travel literally 200 miles on a Sunday to meet up with fellow motorcyclists at the town green. As they all seem to be in the 50+ age group, it's not so scarey as it sounds!
First, a map showing The Wash and Hunstanton, courtesy of Google maps. Then a picture of The Lodge. It's a listed building because of its age (built about 1902) and its history (it used to be a Dower House) and a building of one sort or another has been on the site since the 14th/15th century, for much of the time an inn. Being on the west coast, there are good sunsets.
