Great Yarmouth wasn't really our intended destination. We wanted to see the Norfolk Broads which are so well described in Arthur Ransoms "Coot Club". The Internet (God of travellers) told us about a museum at How Hill that is open all year round so we headed that way. The last stretch of road was tightly lined with hedges and no space to pass, so we were glad to not meet anyone coming the other way.
The manor house at How Hill was closed for winter, but we could wander the grounds and peep in the windows of a traditional cottage. The views across the river Ant were beautiful.
Great Yarmouth was largely closed for the winter, with gaudy funfairs lining the sea front and two deserted piers stretching out into the water. We ate our sandwiches looking out over the windfarm which sits off the Yarmouth coast; it was an impressive sight in the mist. Then we drove on to Norwich, which turned out to be a lovely city on a medieval street plan, with closes and winding streets tucked around the block-like castle. After afternoon tea in a proper tea shop, we went to the cathedral and listened to a rehersal of the Messiah. The sound of the small choir among the vaults and columns was magic.
We're approaching the solstice, so it's now pitch black by 4pm.
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