From the outside, it is just a few rather dilapidated looking warplanes. We have passed it at least three times and tried to visit yesterday, but it only opens Wednesdays, Saturdays and Sundays. The Norfolk and Suffolk Aviation Museum is a hidden gem. Entry is FREE. Expecting our visit to last an hour or so, we pulled into the car park, unloaded Brody and made our way to the planes you cannot see from the road.
We spent over three and a half hours wandering around, taking pictures, and on one plane getting a guided tour. They have a LOT of WWII planes, or at least parts of planes and models of planes. The have a sea Harrier - possible my favourite plane. It's inside, so the picture doesn't do it justice.
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| Sea Harrier |
We paid a visit to the NAAFI for refreshment - real cups and spoons (washed by hand?). It was good to see the ultimate recycling. Not so good to see was the mouse, that reportedly came up to investigate our sleeping dog and decided to leave him lying there. Brody was completely unaware, his radar was tuned into the table and its probable content, just in case it should defy gravity and crash-land on the floor.
We also learnt that a 'black box' flight recorder is neither black, nor a box, but a bright orange bowling ball.
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| Black Box |
The term 'black box' means a device which does not need the user to do anything much for it to operate. Simple power it on and it does its job.
We went to the Earsham Street Café for lunch, partly because it looked good and partly because we had a 10% off voucher from our hosts. We ordered the cured meat platter, a sort of sophisticated ploughmans and very enjoyable. We sat in the garden (because of Brody, but we would have chosen that anyway).
There are several walks from the cafe around Bungay. We chose the shortest and came across many more plaques, I'll post these later. It also took us past the castle ruin, which we visited on our way, through a meadow by the river and past the Fisher Theatre. Bungay is a lovely town.
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