Three miles further on - clear sky. Stopped off a few miles north of Stowmarket at a charming small pub off a back road for lunch. Nice landlady who explained that she had a big party in the dining room, but we could have a table near the fire in the bar parlour. We ordered lunch and coffee. Good coffee arrived five minutes later. Landlady brought in a basket of fresh bread, with butter. She then vanished and nothing happened for half an hour, during which time we ate bread and drank the coffee. Landlady then turned up (full of apologies- trouble in the kitchen) with our plates of lunch - which we quickly discovered was nothing like the lunch we'd ordered. Tried it- excellent- so made the best of it and started eating. Landlady had by now realised mistake and came back in, red faced and full of apologies. Assured her that food was good, we were hungry, and anyway we were running out of time. Landlady brought in more coffee. Finished lunch, drank coffee, went to counter to pay my score, where landlord adamantly refused to take a penny piece for lunch (because of the confusion) and despite my assurances that we'd had an excellent lunch - if not the one we'd ordered. In the end he won and we left assuring him we'd try his place again. Drove on into Norfolk - and ever worsening weather. Called on old friend Joan, now in care home in Thetford, stayed forty minutes recalling old times. Then on again.
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If we come to East Anglia again we will ask you for the name and details of this pub as the food and service sound good. As visitors to an area it is difficult to find good eating places, especially as so many establishments just heat up meals from Brake Bros. (other mass caterers available)
Snowing here at 45 degree angle, but tiny flakes, settling just on cold surfaces but roads are wet.
So fortunate here, one of the mildest and least extreme of climate.
Can remember stories of family snowed in at Fressingfield, cousins used to ensure adequate supplies as village was cut off.
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