If you can't find Happisburgh on that map, look for the caption that says "NORTH SEA" and it's just below the "E".
Oh, and (this being Norfolk) "Happisburgh" is pronounced "Hays-boro".
I know, I know.
Anyway, archaeologists have uncovered a spectacular set of early flint tools, all beautifully dated to either 850,000 or 950,000 years ago. That may seem like a big gap but there are good reasons for there to be two dates (trust me), and even the most "recent" of those dates is a good couple of hundred thousand years older than anything else yet found.
Incidentally, in that photo, above, notice the cliffs? So how can Norfolk be as flat as people say if it has cliffs, eh?
Anyway, an artist's impression has also been released:
Personally, I can't understand why releasing a painting of how a typical Norfolk family lives today has any relevance to this story, but I guess that's why I'm not a journalist.
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Are you sure that's Norfolk? There're elephants and zebras in the background. And a moose with some sort of bizarre weaponry used as ear-plugs or ornaments. (how does it put them in its ears when it's dressing?)
btw, you are clearly more adventurous in your dress style in the north of Norfolk: my friends in the south wear animal skins and body-paint with woad.
Out of curiosity: could you give any hint why Norfolk is such direful?
It should have it's smaller share of interesting architecture and pre-grouping GER should be interesting, as it is lesser known. I was never on the isles; i imagine Norfolk being rather flat and maybe dull, grey and foggy in the winter.
At least the Norfolk family of today should add some bonus points: no horrendous winkie in sight, and they are definitely on the hairy side.
Alright, I confess: on the face of it Norfolk isn't actually dire. In fact, it appears to be very beautiful (for the most part) -- lots of rolling English green countryside; delightful cliffs alongside vast, deserted sandy beaches; implausibly large quantities of enormous Medieval churches nestled in tiny and picturesque Georgian villages; Broadland and Breckland; and the delights of not only the GER but, of course, my favourite railway company, the M&GN.
But that's not how you see things when you grow up somewhere, is it?
So in my mind it is always a hideous place of terror and despair, populated by crazed loons (to most of whom I rather too closely related), a place of spectacular inbreeding and harsh judgements...
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