Picture 10 - Horning.

HORNING. A short spin from Ranworth brings the visitor to the Ferry, whence quiet little Horning with its picturesque residences, its quaint, irregular street, the adjacent St. Benet’s, a homely, artist-haunted rendezvous is soon reached, a village of marsh and flowering rushes, of mist and of rustic beggars who pursue the crafts along the banks of the river as merciless as the gnats at Barton. Here one’s ears are greeted with a song which for generations past have been chanted by the village urchins to occupants of passing yachts. Their efforts are simple and effective, easily extracting coins from the pockets of pleased holiday-makers.


Dieses Kapitel ist Teil des Buches Colours of the Norfolk Broads