The Peddars Way was an unexpected pleasure last year. Not that I didn’t expect to enjoy it. The company of Alan and Darren stacked the odds towards enjoyment. No, it was the countryside. Don’t get me wrong, I love the hills and mountains, but Norfolk is beautiful in a quintessentially English way.
What surprised me, was the comparative solitude, given we were walking through woodlands and farmland. The PW largely avoids habitation and Norfolk is surprisingly sparsely populated. This is not wilderness in the classic sense, but refreshingly empty.
The one thing that disturbed and disappointed me was the rubbish. Not that the trail was constantly besmirched by the stuff, but every so often, there would be something dumped by the wayside. Sometimes it was a plastic bag, empty or full.
The most shocking example was when we crossed a bridge over a disused railway line near Swaffham. Looking over the parapet, this was the view that greeted me. Words fail me.