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Bungay - July 2012

Thanks must go to the two Colins for organising such a successful and dry weekend. The latter being no mean feat in this wettest of summers. I have never been to this part of the world before so was particularly keen to visit it. Although very tempted by the nearness of Sutton Hoo, which has always had a fascination for me, we decided to do the run as we wanted to gain a sense of the area. After a very wet ride down the M1 and a slight hitch with the satnav which meant we got wetter for longer we arrived in the "fine old town” of Bungay. It says so on the town signs so it must be true. Actually it is, being jumbled mix of very old and newer properties and a complete mix of styles. We met a few stalwarts in the pub for a drink then went on for an excellent curry which would rival our own Manchester curry mile restaurants.

We discovered that Paul Weston had, secreted in his van, his new C90 step through complete with wonky box on the back. Alan Simister immediately christened him ‘the pizza delivery man' and asked for extra cheese on top. Most people did the ride on Saturday with some visiting other attractions e.g bird reserves, etc. The hundred mile ride-out covered lovely countryside and coastal scenery with a coffee stop on the broads, which included a paddle steamer, wherries and geese. Both counties appear full of charm. One such feature being the dinky ferry at Reedham. This is a chain ferry and I think we got all the bikes on—a bit of a squash but manageable with some left hand down a bit manoeuvring. Paul spotted a marsh harrier here – a birder's paradise this place! Cromer and Sheringham rather surprised me with their caravan sites and touristy bits but we had a pleasant mooch around a market and lunch in a working-men club. In my ignorance I thought these were a feature of my northern inheritance but apparently not. I expected the turn to come on and for an announcement regarding the arrival of the pies to be made (this is a traditional northern joke).  Alan reinforced the image by buying a flat cap at the market. He says it isn't a flat cap but a very rare example of a five gored cap!! The evening meal at The King's Head was excellent. The proprietors had closed the pub in order to give us their full attention. We had a room to ourselves, more food than we could possibly eat and then a sixties disco! Bit before my time but I'm too polite to mention this. It was good to meet up with club members and hear about the tour and the various adventures thereof. Having a longish journey home on the Sunday we ducked out at 10:30. We had a sunny, uneventful run home and did it in good time. This was for us, an excellent taster weekend of an area that we are keen to explore further.