Mrs Ogg and I visited the pretty village of Cley-next the Sea,
We didn’t see the sea, but we did many beautiful things.
I was very keen to visit the Pink Foot Gallery, I’d admired from afar the work of wildlife artist Brin Edwards, and was keen to view. There were so many beautiful things in the gallery, Mrs Ogg challenged me to chose my favourite, money no object* what would be my take home piece. I was hard pressed to select, but Ithink it would have been one of Anthony Theakston’s ghostly owls (I’ve had the odd run in with owls before).
Over the road was Made in Cley, a wonderful place full of hand made ceramics, and art. The shop in its self, (the yellow building, left of shot, was a delight, worn, polished floor boards and original fittings.
Like most of the shops in Cley, it came complete with a large cat perched on the counter (Flighty, there’s yet another delightful book shop too).
Around the side it had its own private railway…
One more Norfolk post to come. Then I’ll head for home.
(*And you would need quiet a bit: it was noted there seems to be quiet a bit of disposable income sloshing about this part of Norfolk, or at least the places to spend it, the two aren’t necessarily the same.)