My means, comprising planning, bicycle, kit, campsites and accommodations are all quite reasonable and sane but after cycling 101km (63 miles) yesterday I do wonder at the madness of it all. What convinces me that my motives are mad is that I truly believe that this is all good fun. My re-planning and stay in Walsingham was definitely sane as Walsingham is home to the national shrine of Our Lady Of Walsingham. I was staying at a Catholic hostel but the local shrine was Anglian and it took time for the veil of confusion to lift. Walsingham is home to two shrines, one for each of the two main denominations. As shrines they are complexes comprising chapel, café, gardens and plenty of space to accommodate the pilgrims and coaches. Luckily I visited early and missed the coaches that I see rolling in as I leave.
Walsingham.
Remains of the Benedictine Binham Priory dissolved in the 1500s with the parish church in tact.
The end of day sees me walking along muddy trails that are too much for my bike (and me).
At the very end of the day I plunge down a gravel road to the campsite thinking about the climb out in the morning. It has been a shorter day at 56km (35 miles) but I feel properly tired and this explains the short journal note.
