So having self-diagnosed myself with massive case of Cabin Fever, I decided to turn a brief trip home to Norfolk into a four day
stay in the hope that this would give me enough space and quiet to... recalibrate or... whatever it is I do when I get like this. I grew up in Norfolk, specifically the Brecks, and
decided to re-visit places I’d been to as a child, but perhaps didn’t fully
remember or had been too young to appreciate.
Grimes Graves and West Stow
This was definitely the case with Grimes Graves, a Neolithic flint mine,
and quite the loveliest heritage site to visit because there is really nothing
there. You drive into the middle of nowhere, enter what appears to be a
large field (there is one small cabin for the loo, another marginally larger
one for the visitors booth), and the rest is open land. At least that's what you think at first...
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| A birds-eye view of Grimes Graves, scanned from the English Heritage guidebook |
