I told you it was posh up here in North Norfolk. Venison, partridge, kippers, smokehouses, crabcakes, oxtail fritters, celeriac soup... all pretty posh! The contemporary, bronze-clad Maltings with the exhibition of local art was yet another sign of unquestionable poshness. The high price of parking, Michelin-starred dining and the regular presence of the Monarch and her other royal subjects must be the icing on the posh cake.
However, strolling up High Street in Wells-next-the-Sea, I saw a street performer entertaining passers-by. Not with guitar, nor harmonica. He was plucking a lute!
Now that’s posh!