Day Three: Brandon to Larling (Norfolk).
And then we were four. Our day walkers had left us in Brandon the night before and today it was the four of us who were walking the whole way to Norwich who were on our own; Jeremy, Alan, Martin and myself. The day started mild as the milky sun was just about detectable. This was to prove something of a delusion as a biting east wind got up and blew in our faces. Walking through Thetford Forest was a welcome change from the previous day. Now with sand and pine needles beneath our feet we had a natural carpet to walk on. We chatted about our favourite films and actors (not to mention actresses!)and the funny lines we remembered from John Cleese in Clockwise and Monty Python (I had exhausted Fawlty Towers the previous night at the Otel). After Santon Downham our attention was drawn to some speckled lambs with a ram and older sheep which gave us reason to get the camera's clicking.

We were like ecstatic school boys when June turned up in the car with our lunch. By then we felt cold and hungry. Fortified by our snack we set off at some pace, walking single file along a minor road, past Army Camps and Chicken Farms to Great Hockham where we will start again tomorrow. The Angel Pub at Larling with it's wood fire was a welcome place to rest our weary limbs and prepare for the last two days.