The one thing lacking at Sandringham Country Park is signs. It’s like a magical mystery tour. We arrived on Saturday following a both short and long walk from the campsite. Short in distance (it’s only just over a mile through beautiful woodland) but lengthy in time accompanied, as we were, by a five year old moving at the speed of a glacier and intent on finding frogs.
The children’s play area is not marked on the map but was relatively easy to locate. It has a great range of equipment and the holy grail of play – a zip wire. A significant portion of the day had passed before we bribed SC into leaving and finding the sculpture trail. This is marked on the sparsely populated map but not well signposted. We stumbled upon it while crossing the Scenic Drive route which was, at far as we could see, at that point a Scenic Traffic Jam.
The sculptures are nice enough albeit a bit random (“Look Mummy! An old man with owls!! And a gorilla!!). I was in the process of complaining that they might have provided a guide leaflet when we were overtaken by a family, with a guide leaflet…. Top tip – ask in the visitors centre for a leaflet.
We stopped for lunch at the restaurant in the visitors centre but after 15 min enjoying a static queue we abandoned that idea and headed to the adjacent farmers market open 10-3pm. After a mad spree of buying local sausages, local chilli sauce, local bread and local beer for our tea there were burgers and cupcakes all round for an enjoyably unhealthy lunch.
And thus began the long walk home, still looking for frogs and now weighed down with all our local food…
At the campsite we were overexcited to spot another Bongo and quickly invaded Kate, Lee and Jordy’s personal space for bongo-related chat. Their Bongo is unconverted, it is currently unnamed but does tow a funky green trailer tent called Penny to house the whole family. We had a great time swapping camping stories, successful and otherwise.
Norfolk, you are fabulous xx