North Norfolk - new things and old favourites

I'm just back from a few days in North Norfolk. Considering last week's snow and sleet, the weekend was pretty good - after hail on Saturday morning the skies cleared and mostly remained that way; when the wind died down on Monday, it even felt warm enough to go paddling (very briefly).

Back in the days of 'normal' holidays, North Norfolk was our go-to place for a short 2/3 day break so there were lots of old favourite spots to revisit, plus some absolutely new ones. Among my wish-list of things to accomplish this year were to visit Walsingham snowdrops and to stay somewhere quirky - and I've done them both :)







The place we chose to stay was a converted chapel; a mix of old details like huge double height windows with stained glass panels and the modern comforts of a dishwasher and a massive logburner.











I first heard about the snowdrops at Walsingham Abbey a long while ago, but February hadn't really seemed like a good time for a holiday. This year they flowered a little early so many had passed their best. Daffodils were beginning to take their place, but it was still possible though to tell how large an area the snowdrops cover, so although I've sort of ticked this off my wishlist, it's still there as one year I'd like to catch them in full flower.

 A sort-of accidental discovery, because we stayed just down the road, were the ruins of Binham Priory. Anything old and historical always fascinates me, and these were particularly interesting as a part of the priory's church has been retained as the parish church; although some windows have been lost, it's certainly grander than your average village church.





















Holkham Hall was another new place for me. The hall itself isn't open at this time of year, but the parkland and a cafe are, so lunch was followed by a pleasant, not too strenuous 2-3 mile walk around the lake, returning afterwards for cake. All walks should be like this :)

At Hunstanton we changed our habits and instead of visiting the town, walked north along the beach at Old Hunstanton - where the sand stretches seemingly forever (so many Norfolk beaches seem to do this)

In addition, we still found time for old favourites - chips one evening from French's in Wells-next-the-Sea, a walk by the beach huts the next day, and a visit to Brancaster beach. I returned home with sand in my shoes, and a desire to hurry back.