Claire and I love to share a chunk of smoked eel on the beach, licking the grease from our fingers in the most shameful of acts... screw the diet!

We have had a great increase in enquiries regarding the B and B and have bookings right into December. We have had to pass on some of the enquiries to the B and B across the road as we have only got one room and they needed two or three. On talking to those that have booked with us it is very evident that they were impressed with the web-site and what we have to offer so we just hope that we can live up to that expectation.

We have been working on the breakfast menu trying to give it a local edge and at the same time attempting to add a little je ne sais quoi. So for example we are offering scrambled egg with Mrs Temples Binham blue cheese melted into it.The cheese is made just 10 miles from here, the eggs are laid in the village and the bread is made in the house!

I have invented another local dish which we have called The Great Snoring Breakfast. This is a lighter cooked breakfast and consists of a toasted English muffin with a large mushroom on top in which sits a bruschetta made from home grown tomatoes and basil. Nestling on top of this are 3 Quail eggs from a farm 7 miles away in a village called Great Snoring.

There are two villages called Snoring, Great Snoring and mine and Claire's favourite Little Snoring. Litle Snoring conjures up a most poetic, idyll of a village. We chuckle away at the thought of the Little Snoring School full of Little Snoring children being taught by Little Snoring Teachers. It tickles us as we reflect do they have Little Snoring Police men and the church HAS to have a very muted Little Snoring Choir with a Little Snoring congregation which isn't an issue as in the pulpit the Vicar is also a Little Snoring Reverend. Then to our absolute delight this village has one of the few remaining world war II airfields that is still in service. Does it have Little Snoring pilots flying Little Snoring aeroplanes if so how safe are they being controlled, yes you've guessed it by the Little Snoring control tower.
This village is genuinely what you would call a sleepy little village but I still turn into the small entrance road with great care. After all I wouldn't want to hit the sleeping policeman would I?



We also have Kippers straight from the smokehouse at Cley just over 10 miles away and crab cakes made at a wonderful seafood shack at Salthouse called Cookies Crab Shop. A favourite haunt of Stephen Fry.

Cookies have one of the biggest selection of smoked and unsmoked seafood that you will find anywhere and Claire and I love to share a chunk of smoked eel on the beach, licking the grease from our fingers in the most shameful of acts... screw the diet! I don't know why it is called Cookies, something that I will look into as Crabbies would be more logical. There are a lot of names in Norfolk that kind of illustrate the persons job, you know like Mr Thatcher in the old days was the thatcher and such like. Well in my limited area this still seems to continue and is very much Normal for Norfolk with my supplier of logs for the fire being called Mr Wood and my Electrician is called Mr Wyre. The most unlikely name co-incidence that I have come across is my Dentist a Mr Holt who works as a dentist in the small market town of...... Holt.
Finally tomorrow I am due to see a surgeon who specialises in fixing leg problems as I have a bad knee and his name? Mr Hopgood.





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