Time flies...part two

Mundesley is a small village on the coast. A few hundred metres inland is the actual village, but along the cliff edge there are pubs, scenic overviews etc. We meet a barn owl while walking down the road (the young woman had had it since it was a chick). Lovely white owl, I will try and post a photo later on. While the day was sunny there was a very cold strong wind blowing, so it wasn't that pleasant outside.

 The beach...

Here he is our barn owl.

Special mention category: The local public toilets were amazing, even had hot running water. Luxury compared to NZ. Will need to get some photo's from "she who cannot be named" phone later on and post them.

We continued down the coast to Happisburgh via Bacton (where the North Sea gas comes ashore). Happisburgh was where great-great grandfather Tuck was born and baptised. It is a very small well not a village but rather a hamlet with this very old amazing church.
At this point we discovered I had very little battery life left on my phone (which was acting as our GPS0. This caused a mild amount of panic!!

Here we go...proof positive

Searching the Happisburgh grave yard ..to no avail!!!!

Walked over to the church and found the church warden (working on resettling a headstone). Queried whether their were any Tuck's buried in the church grave yard. His reply "never heard of any Tuck's". He did suggest we go inside and check the map and register they have of who is currently booked into the cemetery. No Tuck's, mind you the dates were recent (i.e. from 1850 onwards). Anyway got talking the a lady arranging flowers in the church, once again the same story "Not heard of any Tuck's around here". And she had lived in the Hamlet all who life!! As it turns out she is the wife of the church warden. All they wanted to talk about was Brexit (which they support). They went to make Britain "Great" again...yea right.

 The village/hamlet of Happisburgh

Inside the Happisburgh church

In terms of getting something to eat in Happisburgh you have two options.. a small pub and food caravan located down a small lane near the only public parking and Lighthouse. So we visited it. The owners were very accommodating especially when they found out we were from NZ. So, apparently this part of the coast (North Sea) is very good for crabs. We both had a crab burger... made on the spot.
It was rather spooky for me to walk the lanes that my G-G-Grandfather did in the 1840's and to stand in the church where and his brother were baptised. I even announced I was baptised Church of England..what a mad rush of blood I had. Most regretful.

Time was now of the essence...as we had to get the car back to Norwich by 4.30 pm. But thought we just mike be able to see a little bit of Great Yarnmouth (where the River Yarn exits into the sea).
Well getting there without GPS was a challenge. small lanes, poor signposts etc..we had to keep reminding ourselves we did it without maps 38 years ago (well tripped around the USA with a general map). As we approached Great Yarnmouth, the oil temperature can on showing the oil was at 96 degrees...oh, another thing to worry about.
Got to see the Yarn with a navy ship and North Sea Oil support vessels tied up.
Time to head back to Norwich...had about 15% battery life, so with the GPS typed in our destination and of we went. It was now raining quite heavily and there was a lot of traffic, first part went well, then when we passed a major turn off to Norwich we began to panic. Stopped and check the destination, were there 2 or more places with the same name? panic.
Little battery life, car with oil gauge showing it was above normal, heat traffic and rain. Well there were a few F words said by all concerned.
That aside, we were taken a merry chase by the GPS through the back streets of Norwich...a few more choice words were expressed by all concerned...but we made it. WoW "she who can not be named" was a excellent navigator. All I had to do was drive and miss cars on narrow roads.
What a both interesting and mentally tiring day.

But, we made it.
In the evening we donned raincoats and went walking. Found a newly developed part of Norwich(which is to say, nothing involving historical buildings, castles, church's and pubs. It was a bit of USA. TGIF restart (we went to one in LA, plus a swag of Mexican restaurants), and yes a sit down Pizza Hut...with salad bar and all you could eat.
Now the reason I mention this is, you are all waiting for me to eat Mexican. Well I didn't I ate Cuban.
Tomorrow we spend the day in Norwich, castles, churches and lots of small lanes etc.
Did you know once there were enough pubs in this place that it would take you a full year to visit each one (based on 1 pub per day). an interesting but useless fact.