Described as an odd malady that affects, or is it afflicts anybody that spends some time in this county, I have a recurring daydream of Cockley Cley and this old cottage, think it's something to do with the iceni village, had a look around a wide perimeter of east anglia 2 or 3 year ago, and would like to go back, but think I am still there grading the reeds of Cley next the sea, Cockley Cley Road was for me, but Swaffham felt like slow motion, not that I'm complaining mind, have you ever seen a fly being swatted as the cups of Earl Grey and jam on top of cream on top of scone , or is it cream