The weekend we went to Norwich was brilliantly fine and warm - what they say here, is a typical September day. The train ride through Manningtree and Ipswich through Diss (must have been a sad person to Dis a town!) was very comfortable and we arrived at Norwich knowing nothing. We spied a castle on a hill which looked as though it were in the direction of the town, and we headed for it. And lo, the town. First stop, the Information Office and a sit in the sunshine overlooking the market, where from the Middle Ages, a market has run, albeit with a few modern changes. A tour through the church of St Peter Mancroft with an elderly guide (who'd recently had a fall and was now sporting a bruise as big as a dish on her side)a walk to the Catholic Cathedral Church of St John the Baptist and a very informative walking tour of the heart of Norwich preceded our end point at the Norwich Cathedral - an impressive building but a lie on the internal, manicured lawn gave us a different perspective. We tried (successfully as it turned out) to find our way back to the station via the Wensum River, which many centuries ago the Romans forded to claim the city. But as we got nearer our thirsts took over and we stopped in a little pub for beers and chips. While we tried to avail ourselves of the local brew the nearest thing to anything local (because they'd run out) was a Strongbow cider. Not really impressed but we did try. After the top up it was back to the station to find hordes of Norwich (canaries) football supporters descending on the station after what appeared to be a loss in the local derby. Some sad faces. But what a lovely city.