Day 18 Well now, the lovely hotel I stayed in last night is run by a lady who's daughter is an author. Her first book is about amurder that happened in 1827 in the village of Polstead which by complete coincidence is where I am camping tonight. I had considered heading over to Harwich and then on to visit a very ancient chapel at Bradwell on Sea and Southminster where I visited my Aunty Joyce many years ago. Hoever, I decided it was too far down a cul de sac so have headedcinland and am now aiming for Sibford by Wednesday by way of Cambridge, Milton Keynes and Banbury. Suffolk is full of pretty villages with colourful thatched cottages at every turntoday I came by Ipswich and Hadleighto Polstead. I am going to a quiz in the village pub tonight to see if I can repeat the luck I had in Lincoln. I shall try to upload some pics of Suffolk now. Good night.

Day 17. Having cycled 52 miles the last thing I wanted was to sit for almost an hour on the quay at Felixstowe waiting for the ferry to Harwich especially since the ferry didn't come due to lack of demand. I admit I was the only person waiting but it didn't specify what level of demand is necessary for the ferry to run, so back into Felixstowe went I in search of a bed for the night and eventually found a nice hotel that doesn't charge silly money. It has struck me on this trip that the quality of b+b does not necessarily relate to the price charged, the very posh b+b at Long Sutton was only £35, less than I paid for more modest accommodation in Norwich. I had a really good evening last night catching up with an old friend I hadn't seen for about 24 years, we agreed we must not leave it so long before we meet again. I slept very well in my little tent but woke to covering of snow and this continued on and off all morning as I made my way through Diss, Eye and the delightful village of Debenham where the school had a stall selling cakes and a piece of lemon drizzle cake was just what I needed at that point. Thus nourished I pedalled with purpose through light snow showers to Woodbridge where a very busy market was being held selling everything from old fur coats to hotdogs. Being limited as to what I can carry I ignored the coats but did have a hotdog and bought some nice pate fortea. I then went to visit Sutton Hoo the site of a 7th century ship burial excavated just as war broke out in 1939, the exhibition was well presented and the recreations of the treasures found are stunning. I will try to upload a pic of the famous helmet at the end of this post. Having made good progress I decided to press on rather than staying in Woodbridge which is a very pretty place with lots of wonderful old buildings but is unbearably posh. So on to the little foot ferry across the river to Felixstowe. I had to take everything off the bike to go on the ferry which is a fiddly and time consuming business unfastening the panniers etc. I was astonished how big Felixstowe is it is 2.5 miles from the town to the quay and I missed the ferry by 10 minutes but the sign said there would be another in an hour (subject to demand) it being Easter weekend I was confident the demand would be there but as the time came for the ferry to arrive and I was clearly the only one waiting it dawned on me I should have phoned but it turns out if I had requested the ferry in time I would have been charged 3 adult fares (£18) so am pleased I avoided that trap. The first ferry tomorrow is at 10.30 but I may abandon going to Bradwell and Southminster and strike out for Oxford, I will decide in the morning. Good night. https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyhmV-PNd0qZbzmEZPQiswWpbMnnxni1pm0g_21UTOo1iitgAuGk_hqyg7vIBhPbm2AmPx8GPgE1H1U4LOjCJwSeBi17GJZvYfvOA3FW8MypBDc5I7FexO0GbSylmkayG39VjeB6PgA7d/s320/20130330_155828.jpg" />

Day 16. I shall be brief today as I have not got free wifi. That was a cold night, woke up to a frost encrusted tent but a beautiful sunny morning. A quick pedal into Norwich warmed me up a bowl of starbucks porridge nourished me for the day. Packed up tent and cycled the 23 miles to Banham in under 2 hours. Nothing of great interest has happened today but the Midsummer Night's Dream I went to see last night was very enjoyable a deliciously malevolent Puck, a wonderful Bottom and cleverly worked atmoshere of menace, lust, comedy and love winning in the end, a delightful production. I am camping next to a zoo tonight I hope the Lions roaring doesn't keep me awake. I meeting a old friend this evening so some catching up to do. Good night.

Day 15 Norwich. Maybe it is the appeal of the new and excitement of discovering somewhere different but as with Lincoln I have fallen for Norwich. I was not able to get a second night at the nice little B+B I stayed in last night (Ivydene, excellent breakfast and a good Lancashire welcome). So tonight I am back under canvas (or whatever the tent is made of) on a very pleasant site on the southern edge of the city. The day started with a visit to a power wash to clean the accumulated muck, sand and grit that has gathered on the chain and sprocket followed by visit to a bike shop to get some lubricant to replace that I had just washed off. I then went for a back rub to ease my aching shoulders and neck which was very thorough and left me feeling less tense. I then visited some gardens originally created in 1871 but abandoned in the early 20th century before being rediscovered and brought back to show status, they are hidden away next to the RC cathedral in the grounds of a hotel, in the summer I imagine they would be marvellous but looked a little sad today although the eccentric follies built of allsorts of brick, stone, tile and flint obviously salvaged from other buildings were worth seeing alone. As I write this having dinner in Wetherspoons (cheap food and free wifi) I can see the rays of the setting sun illuminating the spire of the cathedral, I am a lucky chap. I had a light lunch at a bike cafe (I have, like the gardens, forgotten what it is called, something to do with horse, 'dappled pony' perhaps), the jaffa cake cake was superb. After some more exploring and the purchase of a fleece blanket to keep me warm in the tent, I returned to the campsite to get washed and changed for a night on the town. So here I am in Wetherspoons writing this prior to going to the theatre to see 'A Midsummers Night Dream' to followed by a two mile nights walk back to the campsite. Norwich has some wonderful animal themed street names e.g. Rampant Horse Street and Greater and Lesser Goat Lanes, also everyone seems really friendly, helpful and chatty. The horn on my bike is very popular here it has been tootled many times to the amusement of those able to take pleasure from simple things, and that maybe what is special about Norwich, it feels a happy place, possibly because they have relearned the delight in the simple things in life. I haven't taken many pics today but I will now try to upload some. Good night. These pics show the gardens (name still not come to me) and the cathedral.

Day 14
I rather like Norfolk it has a settled prosperous feel about it and in contrast to the air of decline apparent in Boston and Holbeach the towns and villages I have seen in Norfolk feel well kept and confident. Everywhere women in headscarves and barbour jackets and men in tweed caps and tan corduroy trousers. The countryside is gently rolling rather than unendingly flat like Lincolnshire. However, both counties appear to be overrun by wood pigeons/collared doves, they are here in huge numbers I suspect their predators have been driven out by game keepers anxious to protect their game birds, perhaps they should shoot the pigeons instead.

I spent my first night of the trip in my tent last night, it was cold but dry and I had a reasonable night and didn't freeze. My route today took me through Great Ryburgh with a striking church with a round tower, North Elmham with ruins of an early Bishop's Palace, Reepham and then on an old railway line to Norwich.

I found a nice little B+B close to the Roman Catholic cathedral (there were 17 coaches delivering people to a service there this evening). I had a wander round the city centre which looks interesting with a huge number of churches and old houses. I may stay another day here to have proper look round.

I will now try to upload some pics.

Good night.

These pics show my campsite, Great Ryburgh church, full moon and Norwich RC cathedral and my bike sunbathing at Hunstanton.

Day 13
Epilogue
Pictures below are of Hunstanton St Edmund's chapel and lighthouse, shells on the beach, clenchwarton church and Fakenham at dusk.
Well I made it to the campsite after at one time fearing I had caught something dreadful.
The day started well with excellent breakfast of porridge and eggs benedict, if you are ever looking for b+b in Hunstanton I can wholeheartedly recommend The Peacocks , very comfortable accommodation and a friendly welcome.
I was very impressed with Hunstanton despite it being March the place seemed well kept and getting ready for the new season, the modest cliffs at the north end of town are interesting with coloured bands of rock and the beach was strewn with countless razor clam shells.
My second stop of the day was at Ringstead where there is a remarkable shop with a maze of rooms and courtyards selling all manner of antiques and gifts as well as general provisions. As I was on my bike my only purchase was some pastilles.
My third stop was at Burnham Market a charming little village with stream flowing along the main street and lots of pretty architecture including fine Georgian houses.
Here I stopped by a bakery that was advertising 'freshly baked Nelsons slice' having never heard of such a thing and being both peckish and adventurous bought some of this stuff that turned out to be like a scone only softer and baked as a tray bake. Apart from containing candied peel (an rotten trick) it was quite nice. However within the hour I felt proper poorly and very uncomfortable forcing me to spend some time in a nice tea room at Holkham while the effects ran their course. I was seriously convinced the confection had been laced with senna and I would have to abandon my plans and seek another b+b in Wells next the Sea, fortunately the affliction left me as suddenly as it had come upon me and it was a mightly relieved cyclist that resumed his journey to Fakenham.
The road now ran south and for the first time in ages I found the wind helping me along  and I was in Fakenham by 4 and found the camp site where I find I am the only occupant of (no fair weather camper am I).
The campsite has a golf driving range and pitch and putt so after a warming hot chocolate I went to hit few golf balls which is a excellent stress reliever.
A nice walk into Fakenham to the pub fromwhere I write this whilst consuming a nice meal.
I will now attempt to upload some pics but if there aren't any you will know my uploading problem persists.
Good night.

Day 13
Prelude.
As I intend to camp tonight and may not be able to post from a frozen tent in a field I thought I would spend some time this morning before I set off saying a few things.
It has been great getting comments on the blog please keep them coming whether they be positive or negative, although constructive either way would be lovely.
It has been good to notice that my blog has been seen by people not only in U.K. but U.S.A.,Bangladesh, China, Germany, Australia and Peru although not yet in Africa.I have had over 1500 views so far not gone viral but I never thought it would.
I am having trouble with the device I write on, sometimes the cursor gets a mind of it's own and won't go where I want it (hence the additional bit on yesterdays post).This seems to happen after I have uploaded pics to the blog so in future will add them at the end.

I hopevto post tonight but if not no matter. Here is a pic of the picturesque chuch in the delightfully named village of Clenchwarton. OK just an illustration of the problems I am having, it won't upload the pic, I will try again another time.

Good day.