Postcard from Norfolk - The importance of chips

Saturday. Burnham Market is awash with bloody bloody weekenders. This means that basically, you have to park the car at Burnham Thorpe and walk in. After a wander round sought sustenance in the Ship at Brancaster, only to find that they don’t start serving until an hour after we were there and hungry.

Bolted instead to the White Horse which serves food all day, and where we recovered.

It is odd that the pubs on the coast don’t serve food all day. There are walkers along the coastal path, and birdwatchers who like beer and like chips at any time of the day. Up in Yorkshire they realised that walkers walk until they are hungry and then stop by and you had better have your kitchen open to flog them 8,000 calories at inflated process, and chips.

I’d actually forgotten how good the food is in the White Horse. I’ve not been in there for a few years and chef makes a mean crab salad. And of course there’s the chance to walk it off along the coastal path that runs along the back of the hotel.