Hmmm.
A dovecote outside the Bull Inn, containing lobsters, a crab and a crayfish.

This was the sight that greeted us in Walsingham, or to be more precise, Little Walsingham, a village in North Norfolk which is probably most famous as the location of Anglo-Catholic and Catholic shrines to Mary. I wont digress here into a rant about everything that is so wrong about these shrines - I’ll save that for another post!

I love the eccentricity on display here. Was it some local trying to be a bit Dali-esque perhaps? It turns out that the pub is a deliberately quirky place. Apparently there are various odds and ends inside, including a half-size statue of Charlie Chaplin, a typewriter in the snug, and an old-fashioned cash register in the men’s toilet.

How refreshingly different! And, it has to be said, probably the only place of sanity in the whole village.