In February, the snowdrops are in full bloom. They are perennial flowering plants native to large parts of Europe and are found in many woodlands, churchyards, parks and gardens. And here in North Norfolk (could be other parts of UK too) it’s quite common to have a walk around and take in the scenery. I can’t tell the difference without it be pointed out, but I was told there were 500 varieties.
We missed the “Charity walk” but yesterday we decided to take a walk around Walsingham Abbey. We have been to Walsingham before but never actually entered the gates of the Abbey and it was really beautiful! The grounds of the Abbey are famous for the spectacular ruins of the medieval Priory and place of pilgrimage – and in February, the masses of snowdrops around its 18 acres.
Walsingham has a long history of religious pilgrimage, by tradition dating back to the 11th century, but possibly even more ancient, with origins in pre-Christian practice. As we walked from the car park, we walked by many religious statues and signs, along with groups of priests both male and female. While we are not religious at all, Soren knows a bit about both the birth and death of Jesus, which he learned at school, so was very curious to point out things he knows.
Within the Abbey, there is The Georgian Shirehall & Bridewell Prison, for 200 years a courtroom but originally built as a pilgrim hostel, is now a Museum. We took a brief tour around the artifacts & photos. We found the prisoner in the courtroom too, but the kids were best suited to be outdoors on the grounds. The Bridewell Prison is only up the road and you can borrow the key to get in from the desk. When we were looking for a parking spot, I saw three people walk up steps to what I thought was an old decrepit building and said to Nils something along those lines of look at those people going int hat abandoned building with all the windows boarded up. LOL – guess it was fine! 🙂
As the day was day, though a big windy, we took a nice long walk around the paths before making our way to Brancaster Beach for some shell collecting. We were going to take the train but it starts after Easter. Unfortunately it was way too windy to stay there for more than 10 minutes – but we love this beach, so open and full of great shells.