Right on the and the North Norfolk coast, here be a popular and picturesque holiday spot.
The round-tower church of St Mary's is typical for round this way. It's unclear why they proliferated here, theories range from the type of stone used to mysterious Bronze Age links to , the worst water-proofed of all the henges.
It's also a stopping-off point on the long-distance although this one's fairly flat and hugs the coast for a recently-extended 84 miles.
Rainy-day mooching is accommodated in what is thought to be called a parade of shops at . No such need during today's sizzler and the offer of a hand-painted cup was passed over.
Unlike 's amusing and sometimes touching account of his , which wasn't but has since been passed over to Oxfam™.
Burnham Deepdale runs into Brancaster Staithe but, interestingly, there's a couple of hundred yards of no man's land between the village signs. The term 'interestingly' is used because a pal once had a Xmas job in a busy, city centre Post Office™ and 'absolute bedlam!' was how he described it.
Somebody needs to sort the gap out here because can you imagine the chaos in that North Norfolk sorting room at the same time of year?
 It beats all of this nonsense by at least 5 years.
Take a wander through no man's land to Brancaster Staithe where the White Horse Inn does the rare thing and actually honours its gastropub boast. There's a sun-drenched, decked terrace where you can watch a henpecked husband carry all the bags from the car to their lodgings.
The last one has a nice walk out to the remote beach if you like looking at this sort of thing.
If you're not from these parts and you're visiting for the first time, you'll know what all the fuss about the is now.