I arrive to empty Norwich streets, brightly lit Hopper window frames and a little boy definitely not stepping on the cracks. A cup of coffee and a Norfolk “pan o chocolert”.

The next morning I set off from the sea wall at Sherigham – cheery bunting and a stiff wind behind me to the seals of Blakeney.

A deserted path though the boggy flatlands and a surprise meeting with a flock of llamas. I am grateful for the tea shops in Wells where I sit and watch the rows of excited children inspecting their crab nets.

Distance: 17 miles