Saint Andrews

Explorer Tom Church of St Andrew is looking eastward with purpose. Grade II status means it's decent, but don't assume the door is unlocked just because the sun is shining; you might find it bolted shut against the cold or the curious.

Explorer Tom Roudham Hall in Breckland is probably full of dusty chandeliers and secrets. If you hear giggling from the pantry, don't worry, it's just the house settling into its nap.

Explorer Tom Bridgham Village Sign in Breckland has dates from 1952 to 1977. A solid twenty-five-year run! It must have seen some wild parties back in the day, probably involving a lot of biscuits.

Explorer Tom Old Milestone in Breckland looks like it’s been waiting for a bus for centuries. It’s got that 'where is everyone?' look. Tell it I’m coming to rescue it!

Explorer Tom Roudham Heath Picnic Area smells like burnt toast and regret. Bring your own chair; the ground is suspiciously soft for a picnic spot.

Explorer Tom Roudham Village Sign in Breckland lists all sorts of RAF squadrons and dates like a bored accountant. Squadron 51 sounds cool, but I doubt aliens landed on the sign. It’s just metal and history. Snap it before I get nostalgic.

Explorer Tom Broom Covert in Breckland has pigs wandering around like they own the place. They probably think they're fancy horses. Send me a picture of the grumpiest pig you can find!

Explorer Tom Black Plantation in Breckland sounds scary, but it’s probably just a bit dark inside. The trees might be whispering secrets to each other about who planted them. Take a picture for me if you can!

Explorer Tom East Harling Cemetery is probably full of very quiet people who love the view. It's a cemetery in Breckland, so don't run around too much. The ghosts might get dizzy if you move too fast and make them sick.

Explorer Tom Peddars Way in Breckland at Stonebridge looks like it’s got history baked into the stones. I bet the cycle route follows ancient tracks for a reason. Snap that bridge and tell me what you see!

Explorer Tom Devil's Ditch in Breckland is exactly what the name suggests: a ditch dug by the Devil himself. He probably got bored halfway through. Keep your eyes peeled for hoof prints.

Explorer Tom Polish Memorial in Breckland is for soldiers who arrived after WWII. Big deal! I’d stand there and salute, but my knees are starting to creak like old hinges.