Norwich was wonderful. I arrived in England knowing which cities I’d be visiting and when, but no idea of what to do in each besides visit family. I knew I’d be coming after a few very busy weeks of my mom visiting and preparing to leave Sevilla, so I think subconsciously I knew I wanted a peaceful laidback visit (aside from all the traveling).
The first day in Norwich, my aunt and uncle (really they’re like my fourth cousins but who’s keeping track??) took me to an old estate in the countryside. Blickley Estate was last inhabited by Phillip Lorian, the 1939-1940 British ambassador to the good ol’ USA. This was obviously a very exciting time to be said ambassador what with trying to convince the states to give a little bit of help to the newly started war and all. Lorian was on best friend status with the Roosevelts, Astors, and other members of the rich and famous.
His estate is beautiful and was given to the National Trust to be taken care of in the mid-1950s. My favourite parts were the library (of course) and the large garden in the back. After a magazine was rather harsh in its review, Lorian had a friend redesign it and I’m a fan.
Later we went to have a beer (white wine for me yum!) with their friends and listen to them tease each other nonstop which was entertaining.
Day two called for a trip to the city center. Norwich is a very old city (isn’t everything in England) complete with a castle and cobblestone streets (Please get on the cobblestone street thing, Indy. Thanks in advance. Actually don’t because I like wearing heels).
To my delight, I was told that every year Norwich puts colorfully painted animal statues into place all around the city, creating a artistic scavenger hunt of sorts. This year’s “animal”? DRAGONS.
Here there be dragons.
No but really.
And that’s not even all of them that we saw.
We wandered the Royal Arcade (basically a semi-enclosed shopping promenade) and then down to the Norwich Cathedral (Just a note that it’s a relief to no longer have this dilemma between listing the name of a building in its original language or translating it. E.g. la Catedral de Sevilla vs Seville Cathedral).
The cathedral is gorgeous and has a distinction to the others I’ve seen this semester in that it belongs not to the Catholic Church, but to the Church of England (bless their hearts those heretics).
One of my favourite parts of the cathedral was the small section dedicated to members of the British military who had died in various conflicts.
That night we went to an inn for dinner and while I didn’t manage to get pictures before scarfing it down, please enjoy the description of what I had because it’s still making my mouth water:
Brie, cranberry, and sauteed Onion stuffed puff pastry with lemon sauce. Crab salad (with the crab meat sauced up and placed back in the shell). Potatoes and brown bread. Red wine.
I returned home well-stuffed and happy.
Day three consisted of a lot of rain and thus, after an attempt to go walking was thwarted, staying in and reading, writing, and watching the men’s Wimbledon final.
It was so nice to just be able to breath and relax the last few days after the insanity of the last few weeks in Spain (wonderful though they were).