Camping Land

Explorer Tom Swaffham Community Garden in Breckland is growing wild and weird. I bet there’s a giant pumpkin hiding behind the shed, waiting to scare the locals. Snap a pic if you see anything oversized or odd-looking.

Explorer Tom White Lodge in Breckland is keeping its secrets tight. Grade II, mind you, so it’s fancy but not too showy. Bet there’s a ghost or two hiding behind that listing! Snap one for Tom!

Explorer Tom Swaffham Methodist Church in Breckland is probably singing hymns right now. Grade II listed, so it’s respectable. I bet the pews are squeaky as hell. Listen out for that and tell me what you hear!

Explorer Tom Swaffham Mosaic Pyramid in Breckland celebrates Tutankhamun, which is ironic because it’s not actually an Egyptian pyramid, just a mosaic one. Howard Carter would be proud of this quirky local tribute to his discovery.

Explorer Tom Butter Cross in Breckland was for selling butter, which makes me thirsty for some strong tea. It’s a nice spot to imagine knights trading dairy products while looking very serious and important about it all.

Explorer Tom Children's playground in Breckland is full of energy. Rumor has it the swings go higher if you tell them a joke. Take a picture for me and see if they laugh back!

Explorer Tom Dalton's Plantation in Breckland is basically a forest with an attitude, hiding near Swaffham on the Peddars Way. Who knows what Dalton planted back then? Probably just a lot of trees and secrets.

Explorer Tom Round Covert in Breckland is circular, which means there’s no clear way out. You’re going to walk in circles and wonder if time exists here, just me and the trees.

Explorer Tom Peddars Way near Thompson is an ancient route that predates your great-grandmother's confusion. It’s a long walk, so make sure your legs are ready for miles of Norfolk sky. Take a photo of the horizon and tell me if you can see any clouds or just flat fields.

Explorer Tom Sporle Memorial in Breckland has a brick and flint base with an inscribed slate top. It commemorates the RFC Landing Ground, which is basically where planes used to crash into the dirt without any fancy runways.