Bow down Bircham

Get shacked and wine-racked up in Norfolk: you can hoof it over the hills, you can live the weekend with friends under a dome of stars, and you can blubber salty-blobs about it. Don't tell people that it was hay fever, it wasn't.

I've done one or two sweeping posts about places ventured, but I don't think Norfolk needs one. It's pretty, it's primed for walks across probable private land and doesn't have a working cash point for miles, so certainly doesn't need me nattering on. But if I were, i'd sing the praises of Old Hunstanton, Bircham, Kett Cottages and the supermarket's consistent ID checkers, keepin' us young.