Sunday  20th February (A Visit to the Shrine)

Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window to see the winner's enclosure, the racecourse and clouds. Mr. Kite cycled to the shop to buy a newspaper. On his return he saw a Pied Wagtail. Feeling quite content Mr. Kite read the paper all morning.

At thirteen thirty Mr. Kite and his 'bruv' went on a cycling pilgrimage to the shrine at Walshingham. Now Mr. Kite and his 'bruv' are reasonably intelligent so they decided to follow cycle route one to Walshingham; however they followed the signs for one kilometre before losing them and getting lost. So two old men cycled along roads, down tracks and through housing estates until they found cycle route one. Back on track they pedaled towards the shrine along roads, tracks and mud trails. A few birds appeared including a cackling group of Fieldfares and large brown Hares running across the fields.

Near the Slipper Chapel a few pilgrims were seen walking and praying. Mr. Kite and his 'bruv' were also on a pilgrimage and soon they saw their mecca, The Bull Inn, Walshingham. Parking their bicycles out side the front door they old gits were welcomed into the shrine by a Barmaid Bird. This bird was very chatty, friendly and puffed away on a cigarette. Now Mr. Kite and his 'bruv' sat down by a warm cold fire and enjoyed a tipple of Crouch Vale Brewers Gold and Beartown Bear Ass. In the warm cosy and friendly shrine the Barmaid Bird served beer lovingly. Sitting by the bar was another bird; a slim, elegant and petite little bird; a Pretty Bird. She wore a blue jumper and blue jeans and chirped, smiled and was ravenous. Mr. Kite and his 'bruv' enjoyed the pilgrimage, the beer and the birds.

The Barmaid Bird came and talked to Mr. Kite and showed him a book called, 'Pedals, Pints and Pulpits'. This book described the adventures of a cyclist in Norfolk who pedaled, drank beer and pulpited. What a book; describing some important things in life. With the evening approaching it was time for Mr. Kite and his 'bruv' to return to Fakenham.

Cycling along they stopped to watch a Short-eared Owl flying over meadows in search of food, Hares running across fields and a Little Egret daintily fly along a stream. After a very enjoyable day Mr. Kite and his Lady, his 'bruv and wife' enjoyed a tipple of Hepworth Brewery Sussex Golden Ale and Shepherd Neame Canterbury Jack. Cheers from a slightly tipsy Mr. Kite.