Goodee Morning. Still catching up on last weeks hols. Wednesday morning at Sheringham, turn around and walk back to Wells. I haven't seen much of the town, so here is the board outside the railway station. It was starting to get busy as I strolled into town for a quick look before I set off. I did consider taking the train, the toot toot of the whistle was drawing me in. Sadly the steam train had gone, I missed it.
The path follows the railway line for a while, a very pleasant walk past Kelling Heath Park Station, which is nothing more than a platform and a couple of wooden benches. It winds it's way up an embankment, and rejoins the railway line a bit further along, then crosses it to the other side. I waited a few minutes in the hope that the steam train would come back, but no luck.
Another study of the map and a couple of miles on the road brought me to a junction where I again searched for a footpath to take me in a westerly direction. Not looking good, more road walking. I made a decision. The signpost said Holt 2 miles, a van driver stopped and asked me if I was lost. I said nope, I know exactly where I am. I decided to give my feet the rest of the day off, by walking the two miles to Holt and getting a bus.
A few photos of Holt, slow bimbling is less painful on the plates of meat (feet). This is an unusual church.
The gallery sits in a prominent position in a courtyard. A quick shuffle round revealed a lot of expensive paintings.
I had an hour to spare at Sheringham, and as luck would have it I spotted the steam engine being shunted into a siding at the station. Wow, at last I can get a picture of it. Isn't it a beauty. Love love love these trains. I got chatting with a railway man and he told me it was going to be loaded onto a truck that night, and carted off to another station. Apparently that's what they do. The engines are on loan and get moved about to different places. He also said the road journeys don't do them any good, they get bashed by overhead trees and end up damaged. Sounds like restoration is an ongoing task.
The usual greeting from the Warden back at Wells Hostel. She was there as a relief warden, had come up from the south coast in her campervan with her border collie. A beautiful dog. She sleeps in the wardens flat, the dog sleeps in the campervan. A group of older cyclists checked in just after me, so it was frivolity and fun in the dining room that night. They were a jolly bunch.
So, only eight miles walked today, I am determined I will walk the whole distance tomorrow back to Hunstanton, even if it does mean lots of road walking. The snoring in the room kept me awake a bit, but eventually I dropped off. Lucky I can take my hearing aid out to muffle the sound. My goodness, I could never live with anyone who snores, ha ha.
TBC tomorrow. Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip