Day 125 – Hunstanton to Burnham Overy Staithe: 16.1m: 5.4h


Kevin will be picking us up at Burnham Overy Staithe this afternoon and, on his way there, will pick up our rucksacks from the Marine. So another day of lightweight backpacks. Also, it was confirmed last night that breakfast at the Marine couldn’t be served before 8 o’clock and, given that we will therefore be setting off before the arrival of staff, we’ve arranged to leave our rucksacks in John’s room for collection. A longer than anticipated bathroom visit for Ben means a slightly delayed departure from the hotel but we’re back to the sea front by the Waterside Bar, and already looking forward to breakfast in Thornham, at 7:25. Some pretty heavy overnight and early morning rain has fortunately cleared, and things look set fair weather-wise for the next few hours at least. Our route out of Hunstanton – to the north of the town – is less holiday oriented than our route in yesterday. There are no arcades in evidence, just a collection of rather smart houses leading to the equally smart Hunstanton Golf Club which, at this early hour, looks unpatronised. However, we only catch sight of a couple of holes, including the very narrow SI 2 eleventh, before turning east towards Holme-next-the-Sea. Once again, this takes us through quite an extensive area of marshland but, rather than having an embankment underfoot, we have a lengthy stretch of boardwalk which makes for easy walking – and also running if the number of joggers we see is anything to go by. Shortly after 9 o’clock we come to the end of the boardwalk and reach a road leading into Thornham. As three of our number walk along the road, we turn and realise that the reason for the 25% deficiency is that, rather oddly, Ben has stopped to have a lengthy chat with a total stranger, a chap who was getting out of his car with a dog at the top of the road when the rest of us passed. When we become fully quorate again at the Thornham Deli, it transpires that the man is called Clive Wakes-Miller and has been heavily involved with the development of the Norfolk Coast Path. He’s written a book about it which Ben is going to order. Anyway, this unscheduled conversation does not delay our much anticipated breakfast which doesn’t disappoint. The menu is such that we rather radically eschew the full English, and plump instead for kippers (Ben and John), eggs royale – or maybe benedict (for Mike) and scrambled eggs with smoked salmon (for Gary). We’re there for 35 minutes and, duly fortified, set off again along Thornham’s main street which contains quite a number of smart looking eateries/pubs to include The Orange Tree which has apparently been Norfolk’s dining pub of the year on several occasions. On leaving the village, we have to take an inland diversion to get around the RSPB site at Titchwell Marsh and avoid the busy A419. This takes well over an hour along a minor road and across some fields, but we eventually regain the main coast road at Brancaster which we cross to follow the narrow lane which leads to the Royal West Norfolk Golf Club. However, before getting that far, we turn right along another section of boardwalk and past some very substantial properties. This brings us to Brancaster Staithe where we’re able to resist any temptation which might be offered by either the Jolly Sailors (not quite opening time) or the White Horse (we miss the turn off). Instead we’re back on an embankment and soon able to see Bunham Overy Staithe. It looks to be no more than 2 miles away, but this is as the very fortunate crow flies: our route is more circuitous to get us around some winding inlets. It takes about an hour to reach the road into BOS and we arrive at our destination, the Hero pub, just before 1:30 and just before a sharp shower of rain. The Hero proves to be something of an upmarket establishment with Cambridge College oars on the wall, and lots of smart wellies and barbour jackets (or similar) in evidence. But the staff are friendly to include, behind the bar, a Brazilian with an Irish accent (she spent a few years in Dublin before coming over to England), and the Adnams and crab sandwiches are excellent. Kevin arrives with our rucksacks a good 5 minutes ahead of schedule and, following a journey which includes his views on the Duke of Edinburgh’s car accident near Sandringham in January and takes a route which brings back a few childhood memories for Ben, we arrive at King’s Lynn station in time for the 3:44 train. Before getting out of the cab, we establish that Kevin will be able to take us back to the Hero when we return in September….despite the fact that he’ll be getting married the day before!
Postscripts (1) Three weeks later, Ben and Gary do the Sutton Bridge to King’s Lynn section of the walk. Ben still has to complete the stretch from Gedney Drove to Sutton Bridge, and also get over or around the Humber. Gary still has to do the two trips which he missed in 2014 and 2015 namely Pool Quay to Oswestry and Overton Bridge, and Haverigg to Bootle and Ravenglass. (2) Ben duly receives Clive’s book and it is established that a steeplechase bearing Clive’s name (snappily called the Clive Wakes-Miller 70th Birthday Celebration Beginners’ Chase) was run at Fakenham in 2007 and won by a horse ridden by AP McCoy.                  

Day 124 – King’s Lynn to Hunstanton: 16.7m: 5.8h


John arrives in Hunstanton on Sunday 11 August, having spent two days walking the 35 miles necessary for him to complete the Peddars Way. Gary joins him in the evening at the Marine Hotel and Bar – our planned overnight stop for the Monday. The principal reason for this is, of course, friendship and sociability, but the prospect of being able to leave rucksacks at the Marine during our walk is also somewhat attractive. In fact, in a cab journey during his Peddars Way perambulations, John has arranged with the driver Kevin (not Colin) not only to take us to King’s Lynn on the Monday morning but also, following rendezvous there with Ben and Mike, to take their rucksacks back to the Marine so that they can also have a relatively unencumbered walk to Hunstanton.
After breakfast at the Marine, John and Gary spend the first part of Monday morning trying to identify somewhere in Hunstanton which might be open for breakfast tomorrow earlier than 8 o’clock which is the Marine’s start time and which seems unlikely to be capable of being brought forward for us. Nothing is found apart from a Costa Coffee outlet but, during the journey to King’s Lynn, Kevin recommends the Thornham Deli as being the best place for breakfast on this stretch of the Norfolk coast. Thornham is nearly 6 miles from Hunstanton, but a 7 o’clock start tomorrow would get us there (with very healthy appetites) around 9. In the meantime, we arrive at King’s Lynn station in good time for the scheduled arrival of Ben and Mike at 10:30, but their train from King’s Cross/Ely is delayed by around 15 minutes. Kevin waits to collect their rucksacks and, with comfortably light bags on our backs and in pleasantly warm weather, we set off through the town to reach our start point at St Ann’s Church. John stops in a shopping precinct en route to buy some fruit but, despite this – and an unsurprisingly brief and inconclusive conversation about the price of nectarines – we still get to the church at 11 o’clock. The first part of our walk takes us along some streets and then through the dock gates to reach the Great Ouse, but we only stay alongside the river for half an hour or so. Before it reaches the Wash, we have to turn inland and, for the next couple of hours, our route takes us along a series of paths through a number of fields and marsh areas. Several of these have signs announcing that it’s private property (generally that of a local shooting club) but the OS maps show the paths to be public rights of way and, according to his blog, Charles had no difficulty using them during his walk around GB last year. Similarly, we encounter no problems but, shortly after passing Wolferton (not closely enough to see the Royal Station there) we find our planned route back to the Wash blocked by some utility works. Instead, we have to continue along the inland paths to an RSPB site near Snettisham where we cross a couple of small lakes and eventually reach the coast shortly after 2:30. We now get some beach and dune action towards Snettisham Sailing Club and, beyond that, to Heacham but, by the time we reach the approach to Hunstanton, we’re up on a promenade. And a real seaside resort prom it proves to be – passing alongside a leisure park with the customary rides, arcades and other entertainment before reaching the centre of town, where we finish close to the extremely popular Waterside Bar just after 4:45. On our way to the hotel, we call in at a fish restaurant on the green to see if it would be an acceptable alternative to eating at the Marine. It would, but after a couple of pints in the Marine’s bar and having been told by the staff that they should be less busy than they were last night, the prospect of staying there seems more enticing. On returning to the bar after showers (Ben’s and Mike’s rucksacks having arrived safely with Kevin) things are, in fact, pretty busy, but a table soon becomes available without us having to exert too much pressure on its occupants. As usual, plates of fish and chips are ordered – and very good they are too. A couple of bottles of wine, and we’re back to our rooms at 9:30.