A very pleasant 2 stage, 40 mile or so ride back from north west Norfolk (yesterday). Set off in bright sunshine and was soon over heating so lost a couple of layers 4 miles in at Syderstone even though there was frost on the road still. Lots of shooting going on and one field must have contained at least a dozen guns. Luckily they were pointing away from the road, though I'm not sure the pheasants would agree. Was viewed suspiciously by some of the fallow deer herd from behind the fence at
Houghton Hall as I stopped for a drink.
Then rode on through Anmer on the Sandringham Estate where Brenda is rumoured to be offering
Anmer Hall to her Grandson William and Kate - a lovely place it is too. And I thought I was chuffed when my Gran have me £25 once! A few years back, the Duke of Edinburgh whizzed past me on a horse and trap thing near here- he's pretty into all that apparently. Flew down the steep hill (yes we do have some hills in Norfolk!) into West Newton (after 12 miles of riding without a single car passing me) then on through the forest onto cycle route 1 through Castle Rising and into King's Lynn where I battled the usual teenage comedians at Lynn Sport trying to block my path. I hadn't the heart to tell them how dumb they looked on them idiotic kick scooter things.
A cuppa at Kings Lynn station (where they make the best tea in any railway station in the country by far) and then caught the 1pm train to Ely. From there,I headed south alongside the river on
swamp route 11 through Barway and Padney for the final 15 miles. You see more Polish registered cars hereabouts than British as a lot of the guys at the big salad packing place there are Polish. and a pretty friendly bunch they seem too. Dodged the guns of another pheasant shoot and then on through Wicken Fen and back on to my home patch where there were several more deer- this time wild roe deer. The wind was against me for the last few miles and I was glad I had decent gloves. Sailed home down the hill from swaffham Prior where I washed half of West Norfolk off the bike! All in all, a bad day for pheasants in East Anglia, but a near perfect one for cyclists.