In search of the White Lion

A beautiful morning demands a walk.

I rarely set out with a plan and, often, my canine companion knows the way better than I. We ended up on the road to Toft Monks. I could look for the Lion, I thought.

I found the Lion, closed, no 11 o'clock pint, and carried on down the Yarmouth Road. Wondering about the footpath down the Beccles road I turned to Pound Lane and followed the bridle path back home.