What’s the point of walking? A meditation on an early summer walk across Norfolk from Roman fort to sea front.
About halfway between Acle and Great Yarmouth lies Berney Arms. It’s hard to explain what Berney Arms is. It’s not a village. It used to be a pub, but the pub closed down in 2015. It has a windmill, but the mill is currently closed for maintenance. It has the most remote railway station in the UK, three miles from the nearest road, but the station is closed until further notice. In short, Berney Arms is nothing.
If anyone needed prrof that the impossible is possible, I’ve been shortlisted for a novella competition. Some reflections…
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