Today we're in Reedham, a place I visit every couple of years, just to check nothing has changed. And it hasn't. It's still isolated, still consists of high roads and low roads and it's still unfashionable. So a good place to visit then.
Today we start by ditching the hikers' handbook and breaking with convention. How? Well, immediately on arrival at the quay, we find a sunny bench and get stuck into the picnic. Five minutes in and it's all over. Yes I know, you're supposed to go for a walk first. But damn it, we were hungry.
Ten minutes later and we're heading out past the swing bridge and onto the Wherryman's Way, where Sue is highly entertained by some particularly dumb sheep, playing follow the leader. For me though, it's more about the sounds of the countryside. You know: trains, planes and tractors.
Next it's country lanes and quiet conversation, well up to the point Lloyds Bank call me for the hundredth time because I've almost certainly been mis-sold PBI and they just can't wait to hand over thousands of pounds. Bemused by the phone call, we follow the old railway cutting, back to the quay.
Confident that I have money coming my way, we shall out the £4.00 for the ferry in an attempt to inject some excitement into a what's been, frankly a slow day. OK, it's not quite the last chopper out of Saigon, but it's worth it, just to disembark at a place called Norton Subcourse. Here, we are finally presented with a real challenge: namely that of driving blind into the setting sunshine. However it's worth it, because soon we are out on the marshes, where the sun sinks below the skyline like a giant, mango sorbet.
You failed to mention picking blackberries and the ingenious container I made out of the map. Xx
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