Set out at nine a.m. this morning to motor to Wisbech (planned - and managed - to kill four birds with one stone). In Wisbech called on Elizabeth, our long term accountant (and personal friend). Picked up books, signed papers, etc., then swapped usual family news and generally picked up the threads. Then on to the Blacksmith's Arms, on outskirts of Wisbech, and met up with old school friend Roy, and his wife Janet. Had lunch with them, nattered until just after two p.m., then back in car and drove over to King's Lynn, entering by town's South gate, pictured above. This ancient gate was originally built in the 1300s, although the ashlar stone cladding was only added in 1530. Into town centre where we picked up two English military swords I had seen, and left a bid on, about two weeks ago. Then met up and had coffee with Ann's younger brother Tim and his wife Sue.
Took above photo (over a garden wall) of this rosebud - a real survivor - left over from last summer, and still looking very pretty.
Timbered building dating from the 1400s, near to the sword picking up point -sorry Rog, bad pun not nearly up to your standard, I'm afraid.
Left town again by the old South Gate, shown above, but from other side, and as it would originally have looked before stone cladding was added in 1530. The white building to the right of it is a nice example of rather grim Norfolk humour (as a Norfolk man I am allowed to be rude about my county). The name of the inn was 'the honest lawyer' and until a few years ago the Inn bore a very fine painted sign on the wall nearest to the camera. The sign showed a very properly gowned and wigged lawyer carrying his head under his arm. The inference being, of course, that the only honest lawyer is a dead one. I really don't know why - even when the Inn had closed - the old sign should have been removed. It could have remained with the building renamed 'Honest Lawyer House'; although I don't suppose any lawyer would have bought it, or assisted in selling it with that name on the house. What a humourless, straitlaced lot we are nowadays.