When i mentioned to people I was headed to the Norfolk Broads in England, anyone who knew of the location simply asked why? Forget the picturesque villages along the water, the windmills, the boats, the friendly people, they just asked why with a quizzical look on their faces. Usually my response would be why not, but this time, I had a much better answer, I was visiting old friends.
I had the fantastic opportunity to stay in a 17th century cottage where my friend Chris calls home. It had low wooden beamed ceilings and crooked floors. We ate next door at The Swan Inn and enjoyed the beautiful view of the broads out front our cottage. The weather was to be expected of England, cool, windy and wet, but that didn’t stop our fun.
We took a drive down streets I thought were walking paths, until we came across Thurne’s Dyke where the windmills are. We enjoyed a pint at the Lion Inn and had a friendly chat with the governor of the establishment. Foreign accents get you that type of attention, especially off-season!
The weekend passed quickly, but not for the lack of company. My good friend Danny and Chris, who not only had I not seen in 8 years, but they themselves hadn’t seen each other for those years either. I have no doubt the sound of our laughter and the clinking of our pint glasses with resonate among the broads until we repeat the adventure again, destination, undetermined!