Sans Pies

The pies that naver made it to the munching...

We were warned of an extreme walk and told to bring towels - as we’d be getting wet! Was this what caused the Pie Master to forget the pies he had sourced on Friday? We assembled at the Führer’s bunker and headed for Blakeney, all cars taking a wrong turning at various points of the route – Ricky had obviously struck fear into our hearts! Arriving at Blakeney village hall, we caught the coast hopper to Stiffkey where we visited the church of St. John the Baptist and searched for scratch dials. The church had been heavily renovated in 1848 and no dials were found. Adjacent was Stiffkey Hall with its two remaining towers, built about 1600. We headed North onto the salt marshes and Eastwards along the “Meals” (dunes). We then had to navigate the mud and cross Freshes Creek...

   

We continued along the Meals to Morston for a lunch stop and then a pint of Winters Golden at the Anchor pub. Following the Norfolk Coastal Path, we returned to Blakeney. Broccoli quiche was served with the tea followed by Shortbread, but no porky delights!!! The Pie Master had left them at home in the fridge.

Munchers at Morston