The Wherrymans Way is one long distance path linking Norwich with Great Yarmouth following the course of the River Yare. From Norwich to Loddon the route is within walking proximity to the A146 Norwich to Beccles trunk road where both the Anglian and First Group buses operate a frequent service between Lowestoft, Beccles and Norwich. To walk the full distance from Norwich to Loddon, though not impossible, is a lengthy hike and as such breaking this down into two day walks makes the experience much more of a leisurely and enjoyable exploration. Thurton is approximately a half way point to break the walk and only a couple of miles away from the official path along quiet country lanes.
Once out of the hustle and bustle of Norwich, Whitlingham Country Park makes a most peaceful way to start the main trail. It wasn't until reaching the country park that we saw the first Wherrymans Way waymarker outside of Norwich, and, as such, reinforced my decision to always accompany walks with the required OS maps to clear up any doubt or ambiguity over the route. The walk along the side of Whitlingham broads was such a pleasurable experience. Clear blue skies reflecting in the peaceful waters. Tame ducks and swans presenting both entertainment and photographic opportunities. A local model yacht club controlling their craft around a marked course with radio control units from the shore. These were serious model buffs. The ruins of Trowse Newton Hall were a sight worth exploring. There is also a comical sculpture of a dude with a surfboard which is part of the Water-based Sculpture Trail. This trail features a series of sculptures located at key mooring points throughout the Southern Broads Area which was commissioned by South Norfolk Council.
The path leaves Whitlingham Broads to navigate over the hill and rejoin the river Yare at Woods End. Yes hill. A Norfolk hill. A lot of people have this stereotypical view of Norfolk being flat. This is far from the truth. Climb this hill to see for yourself and witness the views across to Postwick. From Woods End the path becomes a pleasureable riverside walk through to the Ferry Inn before it once again heads away from the river to Rockland Staithe.
We visited two pubs on this occasion, The newly opened and renamed Waters Edge, formerly the Woods End, plus the Ferry Inn at Surlingham. The Coldham Hall pub was purposely omitted as this will be included in a future circular walk around the Surlingham area and gives us that enticement to return. Unfortunately the New Inn at Rockland had closed down although I believe this has since reopened. Unfortunately so many pubs are struggling to keep afloat these days. This is such a sad indictment of our economic times plus the continual negative government advice about drinking. We got speaking with the barman at the Ferry Inn who told us he was merely helping out to keep the pub alive. This really is a proper old broads pub and it is amazing that despite the popularity on this Saturday lunchtime/afternoon, the business is still struggling. I really do hope that the tide eventually turns and something is done to assist pubs in general. They are part of our British heritage.
The walk towards Rockland St Mary heads up across the farmland. It was along this section we met a bearded man in a shabby jacket. Not an old chap but certainly no spring chicken. He steadily walked towards us and before we passed he stopped and offered a friendly hello in a broad Norfolk accent, then asked where we were heading, 'Rockland no doubt' he surmised. I added 'and onto Thurton' His eyes opened a little wider. 'Thurton' he emphasized, a little impressed but trying not to let it show. He looked up at the sky. The blue skies that had been so glorious during most of the day were making way for a grey covering of cloud obscuring the sun and with some of the darker cloud looking decidedly threatening. He looked back to me and gave a little friendly advice. 'Better hurry boy, be rain at 5' he advised in the slow Norfolk drool. 'I best let you get on your way' he bid a final word before traipsing onwards. I gave another inspection of the sky. It was three o'clock but the clouds were beginning to look increasingly rain-bearing. The previous evenings forecast had indeed predicted rain but they had said it would get to Norfolk until the evening. We had to make tracks.
The country lanes through to Thurton were easy walking, and apart from the initial lane out of Rockland, they were very quiet. But having said that, we only met half a dozen cars on this lane. Thurton was reached just before 4pm and we just missed the X2 bus back to Beccles where we had parked the car earlier that day. This didn't matter as the service is frequent and it wasn't long until the next bus arrived and there was a wooden bus shelter in case the rain started. The clouds were getting heavier, drawing in from the west.
The bus stops by the Beccles Quay and it is just a short walk to the car park. As we headed out of Beccles towards home on the A145 spots of rain started hitting the windscreen, not a downpour but obviously the prelude to an evening of persistent rain. I looked down at the dashboard clock. I kid you not, the time was 5pm just like the old Norfolk man had said. Spot on the dot. 5pm. He could not have been any more accurate. Don't listen to the weather forecasts, the old boys of the country know better!
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