We drove around the Northern Norfolk coast (bird-watchers paradise and houses made of cobbles) to Kings Lynn.
It was a drizzly day, but quite suitable for viewing the Ouse, which was at low tide and flanked by broad, sticky mud flats. The Ouse rises by six metres between low and high tide.
King's Lynn is an old mechant town, with buldings from a wide range of periods.The customs house had an exhibition about Christmas through the ages. The shopping strip was busy with pre-Christmas shoppers, so we took refuge on the Marks and Spencer cafe, which is apparently a bit of a tradition and was packed. The double towered Minster was impressive, but we were temporarily Cathedralled out, so we wandered the streets instead.
The Guildhall was a suprise. Nothing says commercial respectability quite like a dramatic checked facade, especially to a Tudor.
As the rain started to fall in earnest, we drove across the fens and into Lincolnshire to Lincoln. The gloomy weather meant it was dark even earlier than usual, so by the time Lincoln Cathedral came into view, all the lights were blazing.
We added to our collection of green man photos, finding hidden and not so hidden versions in the cathedral and the town.
After emergency chocolate bars from Thornton's, we headed back to the car and drove north to Dot and Bernard in Scunthorpe. Elizabeth and Paul came over for dinner which was lovely.
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