Cromer plus






 Cromer is apparently crab town. Not my favourite food, poor crustacean. But we did delight in the peregrine falcon nesting high on the flint embedded church. And the story of local mammoths, the traditional entertainment peer, the courteous regard for the older folk tottering, with a dog or mobility scooter or both. 

On the grassy edge of the clifftop path was a sign asking you not to feed the goats, which roam as they please but like the flowers and grasses on the cliff. A novel solution to tricky gardening.

Later we potter in the peace and order of a National Trust property, Felbrigg Hall, a few miles west of Cromer. Standouts there was the walled garden, the octagonal dove Cote  the 5000 book library.

To top off the day, we found a little wool shop in the village where we are staying. 

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