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Saturday, 19 June 2010

Day 8 - Sandringham to Sutton Bridge

TF 482. 211

A bit of a low point this morning. I left Sandringham at 7.40 in the rain. My knee and ankle were hurting and it was Tarmac all the way to Kings Lynne. The only bright spot was seeing a stoat frolicing in the grass about ten yards ahead of me. Of course just at the moment I had excavated the camera it disappeared, but it was a brief uplifting moment in a dreary morning.

It was midday when I got gown to where the passenger ferry goes accross the Ouse. I found a rather posh cafe and got a bacon sandwich and tea, then started to try and replot my route, but my printed OS maps did not cover all the roads I wanted and i found Mem Map Adv. 2800 just didn't, give enough overall picture. I left my rucksack and went to the town centre and bought a road map, then returned to the cafe and sorted my route out over a cup of coffee (ten out of ten Pete).

The weather continued with showers. The ferry crossing was quite exciting with a very strong wind and fast incoming tide, and I was feeling much much bettter.

I have walked on Tarmac all the way to Sutton Bridge, but it has been pleasant enough. Information gleaned back at Kings Lynne said there was B and B at Sutton. Sutton Bridge is a key point having the bridge over the River Neene. Just over the bridge was a bar that advertised B and B. It was full up, and I was told that all other accomodation was booked up because bloody windmills are being built nearby and contractors are rife until the end of the summer.

Now then Gayle, as you say something always turns up. A chap in the bar offered to let me pitch on his lawn right next to the river and only about 100 Yds from the bar. I am now pitched and will have to go back to the bar for water and I may have problems avoiding a boozy do - they were all a merry biunch in there, so i'm off accross the road now.

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1 comment:

  1. I think you're entitled to refer to tarmac without the cap T. Particularly since it appears to be causing you grief.