D and I sloped off to Norfolk for two delicious days on our own this week. We've just celebrated 20 years since our first kiss so this was our little anniversary treat!
We spent most of Thursday in Holt and stayed at Byfords, having first fallen in love with it a couple of years ago.
If you ever find yourself in the area, do try and pop in to Byfords. Their cafe/deli is open all day to non-residents and the food is amazing, from generous slabs of gooey homemade cake (D's favourite) to mouthwatering antipasti platters (my favourite).
(Eggs Benedict and smoked salmon for brekkie? Why, yes please!)
I need to try and track down some of the locally made Binham Blue cheese online. It's milder and creamier than Stilton and has the most gorgeous taste. I'd have brought some home but the prospect of tooling around in the heat with whiffy cheese on board wasn't so appealing!
We pottered around Holt's little winding streets and charming shops. (D was wildly excited to finally find a large madeleine cake tin - rather worringly, one of the highlights of his weekend I think!!!)
We dipped in and out of the hidden courtyards for a pot or two of tea.
On Friday we got in the car and explored a few of the nearby towns.
Sheringham is a typical English seaside town with flapping bunting and whirling windmills. The pebbled beach is flanked by huge concrete sea defences which, to be honest, may be necessary but aren't terribly attractive. I did love the splash of colour from the little beach huts though.
Oh to be beside the sea again. We live right in the middle of England, over two hours from the coast, so it's always such a joy to paddle and breathe the sea air.
Wild poppies, everywhere. Sometimes great swathes of them.
We then strolled around the old port of Blakeney ...
before heading to Burnham Market. It reminded me of a Cotswold village. A tree-studded green in the middle surrounded by little independent shops and tea rooms.
These big blowsy apricot roses seemed to be everywhere (I'd love to know what type of rose they are) - with really nostalgic heady scents. You remember the type you used to smoosh up to make rose petal perfume when you were a child?
We had lunch under an olive tree in the garden of local hotel; a large glass of cold white wine and a very overpriced Tricolore Salad! Meh!!!
On the way home, we stopped at a farm shop in Cambridgeshire and bought some eggs, beetroot, strawberries and raspberries. Close your eyes and remember how raspberries used to taste - soft, juicy and sweet. Not at all like the tart bullets you often buy in supermarkets. I want them to last forever.
Also, this apple juice. I'm not a big fan of apple juice but this is the nicest I have EVER tasted. It's like nectar. I've just found the Watergull Orchards website and am very tempted to place an order.
Oh it was the loveliest little break. I do love that husband of mine and, best of all, I thoroughly adore his company. You know, especially when it's just us. Such a treat, particularly as we come back to the chaos of the last week of the school year!
Here's to the next twenty years darling man.