Boho and Boden

Varied clan members headed off for a beano at Bodenville on Sunday. Snuck between Blakney and Cley on the top of Frary Hills  is a fruit farm and cafe. It has a magnificent wood oven for pizza nights, fired up today even with no food coming out of  it, what a lovely woodsey smell.  A magnet for the Boden army overly concerned with avoiding  being associated with  the gratuitous conspicuous consumption swilling round the Burnhams and keeping the braying to a strained sotto voce .

Not a bad view whilst you are sipping your loose leaf tea..

Now, Norfolk is an inward looking, get off my land sort of place, and more so round the stately piles of feudal throwback, such as the huge enclave of Holkham just up the windy flint walled and pan tiled cottage lined coast road. Perhaps that is why the assorted caravans and huts hiding behind the eaterie seemed to be peopled by a fruit picking army more at home with  Radio 4 and the Aga than (whisper it) the Eastern Europe that drives Farage in to lick spittle rage. Not sure about the authenticity of this artisan's dwelling (the cut ivy was stapled on to the door).

The eating and selling bits are quite lovely however:

The food?

Not much evidence of anything really local here apart from the lobster and the Wherry and the salad accompaniment is hardly from Morston Hall. And, note to  front of house. 13 covers is not a small bill and best not ask us to leave the tables before we'd settled. Umbridge taken.

What to do now?  Blakeney just a stones throw to the left along a coastal walk.

  Finished off with an ice cream (not on the hill today, too windy)

 Happy days.