Here's another part of the post-referendum trip through Norfolk.
I hunted down the guard on the train at Great Yarmouth. "Can you stop at Berney Arms please?"
He squinted at me quizzically. "Berney Arms? Are you sure?"
I smiled and nodded.
You don't get many people visiting Berney Arms. It's famous for it.
The train coasted out of the station, across the flat empty landscape of the Broads. Wide open spaces of reeds and water. Swaying grass, browned in the summer sun. We began to slow on the approach to the station and I went to the door with the guard. He looked me up and down. "You going to hang around for the next train? It's not for a couple of hours."
"Nah, I'm doing some walking."
"Fair enough." The train came to a gentle halt and he opened the door. A wink. "Last chance to change your mind!"
"I'm alright. Cheers." I jumped down to the platform and watched the train disappear to a pinprick.