Below you see the hotel breakfast room. It is in the basement. When you enter the dimly lit room, it is natural to be attracted by the light from the windows. Every table has a number on it corresponding to a room in the hotel. You are supposed to sit at the table corresponding to your room number even though there have never been more than two other tables occupied while we were having breakfast. If you sit at the window, you are gently led back to your correct table.
It’s another warm sunny day today, so much so that I have finally relinquished my jacket and gone into shirtsleeves like everyone else. Those who know me, know what a momentous step that is!
The fine weather made it a good day to visit King’s Lynn. As we are riding the buses today, the journey is quite a long one. I am not a fan of long bus rides because the knee room is usually limited and the seats not very comfortable and I end up feeling cramped. Nonetheless, bus rides can be more fun than train journeys, especially where the roads are narrow and winding.
We started by walking to the bus station where we boarded the X1 bus. ‘X’ stands for “express” but the trip still takes about 2 hours 20 minutes. If necessary, you can break your journey at various points as the buses run every 30 minutes during the day.
Shortly after arriving at Kings Lynn, we went for lunch. We found that Antonio’s on Baxter Plain. The food was good (and there was a lunch-time deal, too) though the service was rather slow.
After lunch we started to tour the town starting with the Custom House, which is nowadays a visitor information centre and museum explaining King’s Lynn’s trading history and membership of the Hanseatic League.
At one time, Kings Lynn comprised two towns, not just one, and each had its own market. Today, the Saturday Market and the Tuesday Market still take place in their respective venues.
Kings Lynn is a beautiful town and there are enough buildings and views to keep a photographer happy for days, let alone a few hours. Here is just a small sample.
From Kings Lynn we took the X1 back towards Norwich but with the intention of breaking the journey along the way. Our first stop was at Swaffham where we had a drink at the King’s Arms. Here they regaled us with stories of the pub ghost which, among other things, was naughty enough to pinch the bottom of the landlord’s girlfriend while she was in the bathroom.
We caught the next bus and stopped at Dereham, where the poet William Cowper died in 1800, apparently.
We discovered the Akaash Tandoori restaurant and as it was now 7pm it seemed reasonable to have dinner.
We ordered a vegetable thali and it was very good. By the time we had finished the meal, the running interval of the X1 had decreased to 60 minutes. We therefore wanted to be sure we caught the 20:34 which would take us all the way back to Great Yarmouth. Fortunately, we managed this comfortably.
The bus ride to Gt Yarmouth was uneventful. At the bus station we had the prospect of a walk to the hotel but we decided that as we had taken plenty of exercise yesterday and today we could justify taking a cab.
What a luxurious end to the day!