After some legendary directions from mum along the lines of:
Mum "Go along the road you came in on"
Me "I came on the Swaffham Road"
Mum "No, not that one. Then turn right!" - at this point I had no idea which direction she meant at all, but somehow we ended up at the carpark in Wolferton by the sign that said 'Dersingham Bog'.
When we were kids we used to access the bog from the track along the side of the tip and use it as a short cut to the Station Museum at Wolferton where we played (without permission) on the handcar (as in 'The Great St Trinian's Train Robbery".
Now the area is managed by Natural England and contains many rare mosses etc. It's a bog, not a fen, because it's on acidic soil whereas Fens are on alkaline soil.
We had a lovely walk on the board walk, as walked on by Tony Robinson in his recent programme 'Walking Through History', where the cotton grass was everywhere.
Then we walked around to the Wolferton Cliffs from where we could just see across the wash to Boston and Skegness in Lincolnshire. Although Wolferton is now several miles inland the cliffs are evidence of its past shoreline location.
There was a beautiful low lying glade, that I couldn't resist scrambling down into
and of course the rhododendrons were stunning as they always are this time of year.
The rest of my weekend has mainly been spent in the garden dodging the showers and repairing a hearth with fire cement (but more about that another time).
I hope you've all enjoyed the long weekend too.
