Recommended by Sylvie we were in Bramerton, a small riverside village, just spitting distance from Norwich and a smart choice for those who like to walk but are reluctant to venture too far from the nearest pub.
The walk was indeed lovely: a circular route, branching off the much longer Wherryman's Way. If you like variety, this was perfect, leading as it did, across the common, along the river bank, up High Hill, through tunnelled lanes, and down grassy dells. At one point we followed a path through forest, alongside allotments and across people's back gardens, evoking memories of that scene in "Hot Fuzz," where the fat copper trashes the fencing.
We talked as we walked, sorting our diaries for the month ahead, aware only of a warm breeze, a distant buzz saw and the noise of stuff falling from the trees. That would be the sound of autumn arriving.
With hearts pumping and spirits lifted, we arrived at the Waters Edge, better known to you lot, as the Woods End. In the pub, Sue's first words were, "I wouldn't want to mess with that guy." "That guy" turned out to be le grand fromage and he couldn't have been nicer.
Somebody has thrown a lot of money at this pub - and why wouldn't you given the wonderful location. If you like a view with your meal, real ales, lots of light coloured wood and those high stools you need crampons to scale then you'll love this place. Just bring plenty of cash.
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