Suitably refreshed after a good nights sleep, and only
awakened by the clucking of the hens in their coup at the rear of the garden, I
showered and then wandered down for breakfast. Full English, of course with freshly
laid eggs from the aforementioned chickens.
I then set off to visit dad and then to meet up with my
sister. Dad’s care home is situated in the small village
of Gressenhall, a few miles to the
north-west of Dereham. I stopped off first to do some shopping, and also to
ensure my arrival did not coincide with the home’s lunchtime.
Dad was just finishing his pudding when I arrived, and was
looking pretty good. Despite him not talking a lot of sense he was pleased to
see me. He is still reasonably mobile, but not sufficiently so for me to tempt
him outside into the enclosed garden area. “Far too cold for sitting outside”,
was his response. I stayed for around an hour, and told him I would call in the
following day; although I don’t think that registered.
Dereham Museum & Parish Church |
Later, I joined my sister, her new husband and one of my
nieces for an evening meal at the Romany Rye; the local Wetherspoon’s outlet in
Dereham. We arrived around 7pm, to
find the place heaving, but fortunately we found a table tucked away at the
rear of the pub. My brother-in-law was keen to try out is newly downloaded
Wetherspoon’s App, which worked well for our food order, along with the
standard drinks, but as blogger, Jessica Boak pointed out recently, the App
falls down when it comes to guest ales. I had to make a trip to the bar to
discover what was available, and bought my choice physically rather than
electronically.
Although I was tempted by the Forbury Lion Strong IPA from
Loddon Brewery, at 5.5% ABV it was a little strong, bearing in mind I would be driving back to Mulbarton later. Instead I settled for the 4.5%
Flashman’s Clout from Dorset Brewing
Company (DBC). Now this was a beer whose name I remember from sometime back,
and I believe it was one of a range of several beers with a “Tom Brown’s
Schooldays” theme produced at a brew-pub. If my memory is correct I
imagine DBC, who are a relative newcomer on the brewing scene, must have
acquired the rights to the name.
The beer was pleasant enough and went well with my Chicken Tikka
Masala. We spent an enjoyable evening, catching up, and the big news is my
youngest niece is waiting to hear about a place at Oxford University.
This will be a first for our side of the Bailey family, so we are keeping our
fingers crossed on this one.
We left Spoons shortly before 9pm.
It was raining rather heavily outside, so I gave my relatives a lift back to
their place before heading back to the B & B. Although I eventually become accustomed to it during
winter, I don’t like driving along unlit roads after dark, especially when it’s
wet, so it was here that the Sat-Nav really came into its own.
I don’t think I could have found the narrow turning off the
A140 without its assistance, and even then I almost missed it, so I was glad to
get back to my room and crack open one of the bottles I had left in the fridge.
I fired the laptop up and did some writing, until my eyelids became rather
heavy and I found myself drifting off.
After another good night’s sleep and another equally good
breakfast, I paid by bill and checked out from Meadow Farm Cottage. The place
was definitely one of the nicest I have stayed at for a long time, and if it
was nearer to Dereham I would consider staying there for future visits to Norfolk.
Beers of Europe |
The Sat Nav took me along a much quieter route to the north
of A47, through some very pleasant country side, through the village
of Litcham with its attractive flint-built houses, and then across
Massingham Heath. People who don’t know Norfolk
that well have a preconception that the county is totally flat, and whilst it
is in places, there are some hills towards the northern coastal area. My drive
through a long, gradually sloping, dry valley, with the sun shining and hardly another vehicle in
sight, was very pleasant, and I was sorry when I had to eventually leave this pleasing landscape and join
the much busier A47.
Former maltings - Bishops Stortford |
I stopped briefly at Bishop’s Stortford for a look round and to stretch my
legs, before continuing my journey south via the M11 and the M25. I arrived
home just after 4pm, just in time to collect my son from work, and to enjoy the rather tasty lasagna which Eileen had prepared for us.
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