The lakes, which include the famous one at Fritton, are located on the Norfolk/Suffolk boarder and track west, before eventually emptying into the river at St. Olaves. Seems they were dug by hand some 150 years ago and now provide the water for Lowestoft, Hopton and the surrounding villages. That's a lot of water. Ironic then, that on our arrival at the 280 acre site, the fire alarm should go off. So much for peace and quiet.
Looking in all directions, I searched for the "wealth of wildlife", but nothing. Unsurprisingly the animals had scarpered, with hands over their ears, till the damned ringing stopped. Sue wasn't bothered, being far too occupied picking wild mushrooms.
Hiding the mushroom stash for later collection, we jumped on our bikes and entered the park at the lane just past Blue Doors Loke. This was more like it: clearly this was where to find the good stuff. We biked the hill and parked up at Fen Barn, an excellent location for a picnic with views. And did I mention the birds? Look I'm no ornithologist, but there were all manner of tits performing Top Gun style manoeuvres over that lake. I'm reliably informed that there were also 22 species of dragonfly in the area. Unfortunately I'm not the guy to provide that sort of detail. Maybe get yourself a leaflet.
The lakes proved a good place to relax and watch the wildlife, even if bizarrely the experience was accompanied, by a soundtrack of nearby gunfire. If nothing else it's good to be reminded that the best things in life are indeed, free. Oh and cycling back with blackberries and wild mushrooms was a bonus.
You could visit here on Sunday or you could go to a car boot. Your choice.
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