Photo Journal | Weybourne

From the picture-perfect stone cottages adored with typical cottage garden flowers to fresh local seafood, North Norfolk is one of my favourite places. A truly quintessentially English coastland intertwined with beautiful countryside. Personally speaking, it’s the best of both worlds. You may have noticed from my Instagram that a few weeks ago I stayed in the beautiful village of Weybourne. Interestingly over the years it’s spelling has changed from “Wauborn” and “Wauburne” in 1610 and “Weyburn” in 1927 however, the name we know today “Weybourne” comes from John Marius Wilson, “Imperial Gazetteer of England and Wales”, (1870). The tranquil village is around 4 miles from Holt, a gorgeous Georgian town and a short 10 minute’s walk to the beach is the perfect retreat. Its everything you would expect from a pretty English village… a local village shop supplying fresh produce including free range eggs and Norfolk pink potatoes from Breck Farm situated 1 mile away, a pub, a tearoom serving fresh cakes and tea, a church and an abundance of pretty pastel and thatched-roofed cottages.

Sipping peach ice tea and waiting for a slice of Victoria sponge cake, it’s quite easy to say that it’s one of the prettiest villages I have visited. With the sound of ocean waves gently kissing the shore, a faint scent of sea breeze and the cries of seagulls, Weybourne is a blend of countryside and coastland. Sat basking in the glorious sunshine, I turn my attention to road names, “Coast Road,” “Beach Lane,” “Church Street” and “Station Road” all seem common but road names where used to indicate what was there for example, Station Road lead to the local train station and Church Road would lead to the church and so on. My wedge of a slice of cake arrives with lovely vanillary-moist sponge, double cream and sweet raspberry jam gains top marks. There is something heart-warming seeing how this small village supports one another, sourcing locally and sustainably but also how welcoming the village is.

All Saint’s church fascinates as it was the church of a major priory (the remains of this can be seen above) however, more interestingly the 13th century priory swallowed an earlier Saxon cruciform church where the remains can still be seen. I find churches deeply fascinating as they provide an insight into the past of the surrounding community. Most of the residents of Weybourne were labourers and fishermen.

The next day popping into the pub for a late lunch (chalkboard outside informs me Ben is welcome) the barman rushes around the bar to greet and I stand there gazing down as Ben enjoys a good fuss. Then he informs he adores Springer Spaniels and his sadly passed away a few years previous and Ben reminded him how playful and joyful they can be. I order a Ploughman’s lunch and Ben receives a cheeky mini pork pie from the barman. It seems Weybourne loves all visitors, including furry ones.

Beautiful Norfolk lavender is such a stunning sight to see, not to mention the intoxifying aroma but how wonderfully delightful it is incorporated in baking. I need no persuasion when I see “homemade Norfolk lavender ice-cream” on the menu. With a light lilac tinge, the delectable, creamy ice-cream melts-in-the-mouth with a delicate lavender flavour. To anyone who visits, I would highly recommend you try some (preferably a double-scoop serving).

Built in 1850 this beautiful tower windmill was restored, sadly not to its working condition but nonetheless, still a picturesque sight. Taken from Norfolk News, an advertisement reads as:

“Situations Vacant: To Journeymen Millers. Wanted immediately, a steady active Man. Apply to Mr. D. Brett, Waybourne, Holt. Norfolk News – 7th February 1857”

In 1873 the windmill was to let, the advertisement stipulated £35 rent which also came with 5 acres of land of which would cost approximately between £650,000 and £1m today. Weybourne is full of little treasures to be discovered and this pretty windmill is one of them.

Collecting fresh eggs to enjoy at breakfast with a slice of toast and a cup of tea is one of the most wonderful things, whilst soaking in the sight of lush rolling fields and hens pecking and scratching the ground having the freedom to roam. I really envy homesteaders. I thoroughly enjoyed my time visiting Weybourne.


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  1. 04/08/2016 / 7:28 pm

    This place sounds and looks so peaceful! I should definitely go there some time 🙂

  2. 04/08/2016 / 7:47 pm

    It really was. Ah thank you – he does like to strike a pose! x

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