The DJ last night at the George and Dragon certainly had the joint jumpin' with great tracks from Aerosmith and the like, but I much prefer the sounds of the wood pigeons outside my pub room window this morning
Next we headed to the ancestral home nearby - Kersey, Suffolk, a totally charming town with gorgeous pub (previously owned by our ancestors), tiny stream across the road (slippery to walk across), gorgeous little centuries old cottages, and village church atop the hill.
Apparently the Bell won't open early for anyone, not even those with a heritage claim to its fine ales.
Inside the church this stone is embedded in the floor, I dips me lid to great, great, great, great, great grandpa
Phew, I feel like I'm in an episode of Who Do You Think You Are?
Next, we set off for the tiny town of Heydon in Norfolk to meet Owen's parents for lunch at the Earl Arms pub
After lunch we followed the Howells to their home in nearby Foulsham. They live in the old village hall which has been converted into a totally charming house with bedrooms on separate mezzanine floors at each end of the hall. Lovely!
We decided to take full advantage of our bucolic setting and went for a ramble through some nearby fields which did nothing for the hayfever! I nearly sneezed my wonky spout off!!
The walk was a lovely end to the day and stimulated the appetite for a lovely dinner in the pub two doors down the road.















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