Right on the River Waveney and the border with Norfolk, Bungay is absolutely bubbling with history.

There's a natural spring made into a well by the Romans, the origin of the castle is Norman and the place name is thought to derive from a Saxon chieftain with the foundations of St Mary's Church dated to that period and let's not even get started on the Benedictine nunnery.

It's already been realised they're not the only relics. Their sign is firmly fixed in the '50s, eh?

There are several churches here and St Mary's looks to get most of the press. A lightning strike in the 1500s prompted an apparition of Black Shuck, a boding, demonic dog who roams these parts.

He still puts in the odd personal appearance, apparently, and yes, that's him atop the coat of arms and yes, that's him what Led Zeppelin, sorry AC/DC, sorry the Darkness were  screeching about on their stonkin' debut album.

Here's the best, though, the Roman Catholic St Edmunds. It was finished off in the 1890s with a bit of gothic flair and a flourish.

It all still happens here, in and around the old Buttercross. It was indeed all about the butter back in the day but now there's a burger van. That's slightly unfair, it's only here on a 'Thrusday', some say, which is market day, don't you know.

Thrusdays see a handful of local pop-up stalls with some decent-looking fish by the look of it. Unlike Wells' fruit and veg, they're not from the local fields, which are known to be prone to the odd flood.

A slight slope on the high street has meant problems there during recent downpours and the faded newspaper clipping in the Chinese takeaway's window reports their soggy plight.

It's suggested that's not the best advert for their crispy duck. Just saying like.

The colourful Earsham Street loops round to cross the River Waveney from where you can drop down and then back up again via a new wooden walkway, not shown.

You'll emerge here at what's left of this castle.