Haggis, neeps and tatties, it can only be . . .

The pews at St Mary’s church were packed, much to the delight of the vicar – but, on this occasion, for less spiritual affairs although one particular spirit featured highly. Burns Night with picture gallery .

Reading Room –  full list of winter events

 

 

 

 


Down by the riverside

The river Bure “sidles and idles through weed isles and fallen willows”* and under the old Burgh bridge, along open meadows where swans roost and rowing boats rest on neat lawns by the water’s edge.
Glimpsed through overhanging branches, the medieval church of St Mary’s with its semi-thatched roof and flint-knapped tower looms over the river bank.
Then, from under the wooden footbridge which links Burgh to Brampton, the river curves eastward to the clapboarded timber-framed flour mill which dates back to 1085, and onwards across open land to the Norfolk Broads, finally flowing into the sea at Great Yarmouth.
Today, the village, which  lies two miles south-east of the historic market town of Aylsham, is a quiet, pastoral backwater.  But it was not always so.
* From Morning in Norfolk, by Itteringham poet George Barker

The fort beside the port

Tuttington Hub

Our neighbour and parish partner Tuttington is a small village two miles east of Aylsham. It has about 70 households, a beautiful medieval church and a small village green. There is a street called Thieves’ Lane and a road which peters out into a water meadow called Common Lane. Explore their website to learn more.