Sunday was also sunny, so I got myself and my bicycle on a morning train to Thetford, and proceeded to Lynn, wishing everyone I passed on the way a happy Easter. This is a nice mix of landscapes, sandy heathland in Thetford Forest with the sound of smallarms fire coming from behind fields full of happy sheep - lots of Thetford Forest was taken over by the military just before the first world war and is still used - and then green rolling fields from about Watton, and a new 14-megawatt wind-farm at North Pickenham before reaching the flint houses of Swaffham in time for lunch. I cannot recommend eating at the Red Lion on Swaffham marketplace; their 'steak baguette' has a filling of the consistency of kebab-meat, cut insultingly thin. On past Narford Hall, a map-reading error took me half way to Castle Acre where I met a nice elderly couple who had their own map, and finally a sweep down the A1076 from Gayton into Lynn. There are some silly road names here.
Sculpture outside the police station in Watton:
Narford Hall unfortunately turns out (according to Google) to be the ancestral home of one of England's more virulent contemporary fascists; but you can't really blame the house for that: