While in Norfolk we went on an inland boat trip: on the Broads, man made lakes - which makes them sound recent, but 'twas the Vikings who started them off by digging for peat.
The boat tour took us past folks' houses, some of which were thatched beautifully with Norfolk reed.
The most spectacular thatched roof we saw however was up one of the connecting rivers at How Hill where I sat stitching while Nigel went off with his camera.
While I was enjoying the quiet and the wildlife around two women came to sketch the view. We waved, but retained the unspoilt peace of the glorious day.
On a contrastingly bitterly cold day we visited King's Lynn to look at the medieval buildings, including the minster.
Everywhere we saw signs that over the years tidal surges have had a devastating effect. The minster has marked the worst.
Here are some snaps of random buildings:
In the harbour area near the Customs House (above) there are doorways which show the result of relentless flooding. But I liked the spirit which had painted the trompe l'oeil Vuillard-like view in a window.
The old warehouses have been turned into flats - one had an ingenious window which slides to one side making a lovely opening for hot days - which this definitely was not!
The roof I loved the best of all was not thatched, however, and was seen on a gloriously warm and sunny day: the sedum and sempervivem covered roof of the newly built Norfolk Wildlife Trust visitors centre in Cley.