Thetford Forest, and a few of life's little mysteries


April 29, 2013

WE decide to halve the distance to our next scheduled stopping point, my brother-in-law’s house in Hertfordshire, by breaking our journey at Thetford Forest overnight.
The Waveney Farm Shop off the A413 proves a happy hunting ground, and we emerge with Gloucester Old Spot bacon for our breakfast.
Signs to Grimes Graves tempt us off track, and how glad we are. We discover it’s the site of a Neolithic flint mine, now cared for by English Heritage. We wander across a wonderfully peaceful landscape, pockmarked by filled-in mineshafts, with no sound other than the song of the skylark, then don hard hats and descend 30ft into the gloom of a large central pit, surprisingly untroubled by my usual claustrophobia.  Really interesting.
Next stop is Weeting, where we pull in at the nature reserve and are lucky enough to see two stone curlews sitting on nests scraped out of the rough ground.
By the way, does anyone know why, after you’ve gone over a level crossing, you often see a sign saying “Park here and use phone at crossing”? A bit late by then, isn’t it? What for, and why go backwards?
We stay on a very calm and neat Camping and Caravanning Club site near Wretham, with a network of woodland walks alongside. The air is full of birdsong, and the crowning glory is a nightingale singing right outside the van at dusk.
Our trip’s at an end, but our homeward journey throws up two of those questions that are destined to remain forever unanswered.
1)      Why was there a lone bagpiper standing in a field by the side of the A11, right in the middle of nowhere, shortly before the A1303 turn-off?
2)      2) Why does Hertfordshire dub itself ‘County of Opportunity’ on its signposts? Given the potholed state of the roads, it’s an opportunity to be shaken to bits, according to David.




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