Back to Blickling
The surrounding countryside is lovely and affords several mostly-gravel paths for walking. The Hall is very nice as well, though we didn’t go inside this time.
All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end. (American Gods)
It has been a cold, harsh five days. The excursion to Baconsthorpe Castle was particularly bitter. But still it’s nice to get out in the afternoon for a walk, and there was at least the apparent chance of sunshine yesterday.
Without my “wellies,” the average footpath seemed likely to be inaccessible, so we returned to Blickling Hall.
The surrounding countryside is lovely and affords several mostly-gravel paths for walking.
The Hall is very nice as well, though we didn’t go inside this time.
On a slightly warmer day, it would have been nice to explore the Hall’s formal garden and other manicured landscapes. The daffodils looked particularly exuberant at a distance.