Still a little bit delicate
That more or less sums up the way I feel for the first two hours after waking up each morning. However one day earlier this week, by an enormous act of will, I journeyed over to Walsingham in search of the most highly praised snowdrop fields of North Norfolk.
It was a great drive over there through the morning mist and more than once I hesitated to consider the possibility of a photograph. The other vehicles in the line – for I only travel slowly – (please don’t cough) were not enamoured with the possibility and as I slowed they drew nearer to my back bumper.
Eventually though I arrived in the small village of Walsingham (England’s Nazareth as the pilgrims call it). Plenty of parking and very few people around. The lady in the Abbey office was full of information about the museum, the ruins and proffered numerous tokens allowing me to obtain a reduced price coffee at one of the cafes. I attempted to cut the chat short, but to no avail. She was away and nothing short of an atomic explosion was going to halt her verbage.
After a few minutes I escaped into the fresh air to find the snowdrops. There were a few clumps near the abbey ruins, but part of the lady’s spiel that I tuned in for, suggested that the best specimens were in the woods.
Over the packhorse bridge I went and immediately it was obvious where to go.
“A carpet of snowdrops” was what had been told to look for. And it is true that there were hundreds of them on the ground. Most were only a few millimetres above the grass and possibly they were having as much trouble getting up as I normally experience.
“Delicate” is a good word to describe what seemed to be there. I suspect that the snowdrops need another week at least before they reach their prime.
The Dell, as it is called, seemed much more promising and the beginning of the “carpet” was certainly evident. Here I could see a winding path with hundreds of snowdrops on either side. Better viewed from the top or from the path? I couldn’t decide; but there was a potential for some great pictures.
Suggestion for those planning a visit.
If possible choose a weekday. There was clear evidence that during the weekend there had been tramping hoards.
Allow any morning mist to clear. Even so I felt that the most picturesque views – such as the packhorse bridge or the Walsingham Abbey archway had few snowdrops near them so really snazzy shots were difficult to come by.
Like me, I felt the plants needed time to get going in the day, a chance to open up and have a stretch. Certainly I did. Take the opportunity to have that second cup of coffee after which you feel a little less delicate.