A Year Long Pilgrimage

Having left Hilborough as early as I could, in heavy fog, and retracing my steps along the busy "A" road, which was fortunately not too busy, I resumed the path.  Reaching the end of a back road I was met with a padlocked gate and a sign saying "Military Training Area".  The path on my map went straight through, and as there was a gap in the fence, so did I!  Rather than go across the fields though I followed farm tracks in a big loop, passing farms, an old quarry, and even what appeared to be old military defence installations.  The gate at the other end was somewhat more secure, but I managed to extricate myself.   In the fog! My big pack (so everyone tells me) looks tiny next to this giant - right next to the hole in the fence. A warning to drivers to check their brakes after fording the stream. Defence installations loomed in the fog. After walking another kilometre along a road, my map directed me through fields, but this time the signs said "Military ...

After leaving Norwich I headed to the small town of Swaffham - in the fog, so thick all I could see were shadows looming out of the gloom.  Photos were few and far between on this day. Inside the church at Necton.  Note the angels on the roof ( you might need to zero in).  The bell ringers were practising and they continued for well over an hour (I stopped for coffee and they were still going when I came out) All Saints  Church,  Necton.  When planning this journey I realised I was going to be very close to Swaffham and immediately planned to somehow visit the town, and in particular one of the churches there.  I can hear you all saying what's she on about now, or something similar.  It is not a town that one passes through, but one where a choice has to be made to visit it as it is not really on the way to anywhere. Well, for many years, visiting schools as a storyteller, or sitting around a campfire, I have been telling the story of the Pedlar o...