Happisburgh

“Rolling into #Happisburgh I discovered it to be one of those ever-eroding coastal villages that you hear of when some poor soul’s house falls over a cliff. The campsite was deserted but, clearly, it was possible to walk down the field & straight over the...

Pig farm

“Crossing the border into Norfolk I saw my first pig farm and, until I spotted the almost invisible electric fence, I was impressed that they didn’t just wander off up the lane as there seemed to be nothing to keep them in. The dry bare soil extended almost to...

Hippie Campsite

‘“Would you like to camp over there?” asked the farmer pointing to a thin patch of grass. “That looks like it’s just been reseeded,” I replied. To be honest I was surprised that a farmer would offer me such a spot as the grass looked so delicate and thin that I...