A Guide to a Weekend in Norwich

I was 9 when I was told that my best friend was moving away. Her name was Catherine and she’d arrived in my life two years before; a blonde haired ballerina from the Forest of Dean. We’d immediately become friends, spending two years living our best lives together. We’d built an entire network of woodland dens; one of which became the permanent residence of a local homeless man. We’d campaigned successfully to get a ‘Ducks Crossing’ sign erected on the outskirts of our town. On one particular Saturday, we’d even met ‘Wolf’: a weathered-looking contestant from the game show ‘Gladiators’. He was opening a local housing estate and had called me Lauren; half a Malborough Light hanging from the corner of his mouth.

When the time came to say goodbye, I was therefore confused. Why would Catherine leave? Didn’t she like it here? Didn’t our suburban, Buckinghamshire estate offer everything that she needed?

On the day she left, she handed me a slip of paper: Stoke Holy Cross, Norwich, Norfolk, it read. “It’s my new address”, Catherine said. “We can write to each other”. I nodded solemnly, watching her climb into her parents’ car. As she pulled away, leaving our 1990s suburban dream behind, I realised I had absolutely no idea where she was headed. For all I knew, Norwich was days away; a mysterious city that lay beyond the borders of the Home Counties.

For the next twenty years, my opinion of Norwich remained largely unchanged. Each time I heard the city mentioned, all I could think of was Catherine and her stories from the city. Norwich would forever be synonymous with tales of a particularly cold winter in 1997, a photograph I’d seen of her new house, and a reference to a birthday party she’d had at the city’s cinema.

My Norwich would forever be the Norwich of a 11 year old girl, circa 1997-1998.

Yet, all this was to change. Shovelling the recent snow from my driveway, Claire read aloud our itinerary for the next two days. It was an itinerary filled with the sights, sounds and history of Norwich, Norfolk – our final destination. As Visit England Ambassadors, a role that has provided us with some of our favourite trips this year, we were heading to the city to explore it in full festive bloom: Christmas markets and holly-filled wreathes filling its cobbled streets. Folding the itinerary away, not knowing what to expect, we cranked up the car’s heating and set off. We were ready to take the same journey that Catherine had, that fateful day in ‘96.

How to get to Norwich

Travelling to Norwich is incredibly straightforward. For train-goers, Greater Anglia Trains run a regular service from London Liverpool Street, that will deliver you to the city in just under two hours. Alternatively, and thanks to the area’s notoriously flat geography, driving is just as easy. We left our home at 2.30pm and had arrived in the city a little before 5pm; the majority of our journey on a seemingly endless, tree-lined road. For those coming from further afar, Norwich even has its own airport, which flies directly to Schiphol, Amsterdam.

Where to Stay in Norwich

One of the country’s oldest cities, Norwich has a rich and incredible history. A patchwork of different eras, the city is sandwiched between a Norman castle and an 11th century Anglo-Norman cathedral; the medieval ages making an appearance in-between the two. In other parts, glimpses of the city’s significance as a 19th century industrial powerhouse remain. In particular, the legacy of Jeremiah Colman – the 19th century mustard producer – is particularly present: proud signs of ‘Colman’s of Norwich’ still decorating restaurant walls.

Given this history, it was only fitting that we stayed somewhere with equal historical clout: checking in at The Maids Head Hotel. Claimed to be the oldest hotel in the country, parts of it date back to the 13th century. It’s even said that Queen Elizabeth 1 stayed here in 1587; in a time when Norwich was the second largest city in England. After dragging our suitcases up the icy path – peeking in at the hotel’s oak-panelled bar – we checked in. Made up of six different buildings, the hotel is a wonderful warren of a place; corridors sloping at 40-degree angles and a restaurant occupying the site of the original courtyard. In a city that prides itself on its history, The Maids Head Hotel is a fitting place to stay.

the maids head hotel

the maids head hotel

The Best Fish and Chips in Town

After a quick drink in the hotel’s Winepress Restaurant, we headed out to sample our first taste of Norwich, with dinner at the legendary Grosvenor Fish Bar. Now, before I go on, I should admit something. Due to an unfortunate experience with a plate of scampi when I was 12 (the consequences of which have haunted me for years), I’ve carried with me a shameful little secret. Despite being a fully-fledged Brit, I actively avoid fish & chips. The very name makes me feel a little nauseous. And so, as we climbed through Norwich’s winding alleyways to the Fish Bar, I felt more than a little apprehensive. Would the smell of frying batter induce some sort of flashback? Would I be able to look a plate of scampi in the eye?

Just moments after entering the Grosvenor Fish Bar, however, I was immediately distracted. This was a chippy like no other. A self-declared ‘fish and chip grotto’, the owner of the bar decided he would do something radical – something possibly treasonous – and reinvent fish & chips. Introducing a restaurant below the bar, diners now tackling their cod under subterranean arches, he also initiated a new menu, including ‘shark bites’ ‘five quid squid’ and steamed fish options. On the walls, union jack bunting hangs and pop art greets customers as they walk in. It’s a world away from your standard chippy.

Having ordered a ‘Bass with Sass’ wrap and a ‘Big Mack’, we headed downstairs to eat, surrounded by local university students. In the corner, a group of girls drank glasses of Prosecco, working their way through piles of chips and miso-tuna rolls. Looking around, I realised I’d missed yet another important trait from my childhood characterisation of Norwich: its independent and creative spirit. This restaurant was something I’d have expected from London’s East End, but definitely not from a city nestled in the heart of Norfolk. I was so surprised that I ate my entire meal without one sweaty flashback.

Norwich was not only cool, but had the power to cure me of deep-rooted fear of battered shrimp.

The Historical Sights of Norwich

Norwich Cathedral

After a soundless sleep, we began our first morning in Norwich with a trip to a building that had spent the night illuminating our bedroom: the mighty Norwich Cathedral. With England’s mini ice-age still in full swing, we stepped out into a city covered in thick white frost; tiny icicles hanging from the trees. Sliding our way across the road, we entered The Close: the home of the cathedral since 1096. Squinting across the pebbled courtyard, I looked up at the cathedral’s spire; a soaring 96 metres tall. Second only to Salisbury, Norwich Cathedral has the tallest spire in the country, covered in over 1,200 intricate roof bosses, each of which tells its own biblical tale. On this cold winter’s morning, it looked unbelievably beautiful.

norwich cathedral

norwich cathedral

Quietly entering the Cathedral – the warmth rushing to meet us – the Gothic rib-vaulted ceilings climbed high above us, dappled in the colours of the stained-glass windows. Ahead of us, a small group of children from the local King Edward VI School (where Admiral Nelson was educated, no less), were practicing for their winter concert; each gently reciting a passage from the bible. Somewhere towards the back of the building, an organ gently played; ‘It Came Upon a Midnight Clear’.

Opening a creaking door, we stepped outside into the Cathedral’s cloisters: the biggest of their kind in the county. Having studied at Oxford University, I’m well acquainted with cloisters. I used to regularly get lost inside those at Magdalen College; having to knock on windows to ask people how to get out. However, the cloisters of Norwich Cathedral were something else.

Intricately carved and with ceilings covered in colourful, biblical depictions, the Cloisters were first built in 1096 and housed over 1,000 Benedictine Monks. Had we not been losing our toes to frostbite, we could have spent all morning walking through them.

norwich cathedral

Outside the Cathedral lies The Close: over 44 acres of land filled with 80 listed buildings and grand, Georgian houses. As we walked through, passing the Cathedral’s now frozen herb garden, I felt like I was gliding through a Jane Austen novel. Plumes of smoke drifted up from the houses and neatly painted front doors stood surrounded by small, frozen roses. The Close was surely the poster boy for England at Christmas. Walking through, I was glad Catherine had never mentioned this beautiful spot before. My little woodland dens may have felt a bit lack-lustre in comparison.

Norwich Castle Museum & Art Gallery

Bookending the other end of the city is Norwich’s Norman Castle – a natural spot to visit after a walk around the serene cathedral. Sat atop a hill on the edge of the city (a little like a mini Edinburgh), the city’s castle has kept watch over this part of East Anglia since 1067.

“Struggling?” came a voice, as we tried to climb the steep, frozen hill to the castle. “I’ve lost four toes to diabetes, but look – I’m fine!” the man said, gliding effortlessly past us in his walking boots. I cursed my thin, Converse trainers under my breath. Eventually, having dragged each other up the hill, we reached the top: the views across the city incredible. With a frozen mist settling over Norwich and the winter sun low in the sky, it was easy to imagine the city as it must have looked to the castle’s former tenants, centuries ago.

After moonlighting as a County Gaol for five centuries, the castle eventually became a museum in 1894; showcasing the city’s past within its thick Norman walls. Additionally, the castle also now houses an art gallery – an exhibition to Rembrandt showing as we visited. Inside, the castle is as it would have been as a royal palace, echoing the other Norman Castles that sit along the French and English coast. For those looking for a dose of Norwich’s Norman history, alongside a walk around leading art exhibitions, then the city’s castle should be top of your list.

Strangers’ Hall Museum

I’ve never tried to hide it: there’s nothing I enjoy more than a walk around a creaking, historical home: especially if each room is historically themed. Naturally, we therefore finished our first morning in Norwich with one last bygone spectacular: a trip to The Stranger’s Hall Museum. A bit of a celebrity within the city, Stranger’s Hall is a medieval building that has housed some of Norwich’s biggest names: including endless majors, wealthy families and perhaps not so obviously, a few grocers.

Its name came in the 16th Century, when the house was offered as a sanctuary to refugees: Dutch, Walloon and Flemish refugee weavers being the first to move in, escaping persecution in the Netherlands. Later, under the reign of Elizabeth I, Protestant refugees were hidden in the Hall, bringing with them the textile skills that the city would eventually become famous for. Walking around the grand home, a towering Christmas tree sparkling under the wooden beams, I wondered if the hall might offer me sanctuary for a while; a refugee from central Buckinghamshire. It would be the most incredible place to live.

Shopping in Norwich

Woodland dens aside, there was one thing I was very proud of growing up: my proximity to the largest shopping centre in Europe – Milton Keynes. I remember when Catherine had first moved to the area, I’d asked if she’d visited, “they have a McDonalds”, I’d said knowingly. When Catherine moved away to Norwich, I felt at least reassured that she would therefore miss one thing from her former life: a quality retail experience. Sure, she might be leaving me behind, but she could never take that incredible stretch of chain stores with her.

When our itinerary mentioned enjoying Norwich’s shopping scene, I therefore felt a little defensive. Surely not? This was a city that already boasted picturesque streets straight from the pages of a romantic novel, surely it couldn’t steal my hometown’s retail crown, too? The sun already low in the sky, we headed into the heart of the city to find out.

Elm Hill, Norwich

Our introduction to shopping in Norwich came via Elm Hill, voted one of the prettiest streets in England. Despite a major fire in 1507, the street has clung on to its leaning medieval buildings; each painted a soft palette of blues and yellows. Walking down its winding cobbled lane, the lead-lined windows of each medieval house glowed gently with Christmas lights and candles. Ahead, a little bell rang as someone entered one of the tiny shops, some housed beneath thatched roofs. Already, I sensed that Milton Keynes shopping centre’s crown was wobbling.

elm street norwich

elm street norwich

Scattered along the hill are independent stores, filled with unconventional and second-hand gifts. We had an incredible hour looking around The Elm Hill Crafts Shop, The Bear Shop, the Doormouse Bookshop and Elm Hill Antiques. After formally adopting a few bears from the Hill’s famous store, we headed to one of Elm Hill’s most famous residents: Britons Arms. Run by sisters Sue Skipper and Gilly Mixer, this coffee house and restaurant sits within one of the street’s most photogenic buildings. Built in 1327, the Arms is one of the only remaining timber framed buildings in the city, and regularly stars in film and photographic shoots.

Inside, we settled beneath a sloping window, tea and cake offered to us in front of the fire. On that busy Tuesday morning, Christmas shoppers already filling Norwich’s streets, I felt miles – centuries – away from it all; cocooned safely within my very own piece of Medieval Norwich.

The Lanes, Norwich

Just when I thought it may not get any worse for my home town, we headed to a quarter of the city that prides itself on its fiercely independent and creative flair: The Lanes. A series of alleyways, courtyards and open spaces close to the City Hall, the lanes boast over 300 independent retailers, pubs, restaurants and cafes, all within yet another medieval setting. A bit of a maze, it’s easier to let loose on these streets at random; stumbling across gems such as Alchemista Coffee Potions, Biddy’s Kitchen and St Gregory’s Antique & Collectables, as you go.

Whilst meandering around, be sure to also head towards the city’s famous Royal Arcade: declared one of the most beautiful covered shopping streets in England. Designed by Norwich’s answer to Gaudi – George Skipper – the Arcade was opened in all its Art Nouveau glory in 1899, and continues to house some of the city’s most beautiful stores today. My Dad, once a Kings Lynn native, claims that walking this beautiful arcade is one of his first memories.

Quite the claim to fame.

The cold once again biting, we stopped for lunch at Saporita – a small, family- run business in the heart of the city. As we sat, our fingers slowly defrosting in the warm café, I had a chance to take in the décor – its windows featuring blue, wooden shutters and framed advertising from the 1950s filling the walls. Sharing pizza slices and focaccia, I admitted to Claire that (and perhaps traumatised from Catherine’s sudden departure), I’d not expected Norwich to be so engaging, so creative and so – well, likeable. Watching as shoppers hurried down the lanes, a brass band playing on the street corner, I only wished I’d visited sooner.

Norwich’s Alternative Picnic

For those brave sorts out there, or for those simply bored by conventional dining, then a winter’s picnic may be just what you’re looking for. Indeed, it was precisely what was on our minds on that sub-zero, December afternoon. The frost still clinging stubbornly to the city’s streets, we headed to the wonderful Amaretto – a deli offering homemade Italian and Spanish food. Passing piles of fresh cantucci and biscotti, we found the owner behind a mound of fresh olives. Disappearing for a while, he came back and presented with a flourish, a wicker basket filled with cheeses, a couscous salad, a cheese and leek potato dish, and freshly baked brownies.

“We have a deal with the Norwich Playhouse: we provide the food, they provide the scenery”, he pointed down the hill to the river, where the playhouse perched. “Off you go!”

norwich playhouse

Diligently, we marched towards our next stop: our picnic in one hand, gloves, scarves and hats in the other. As would become clear, The Norwich Playhouse offers not only a 300 seat riverside theatre, but an award-winning garden; the natural habitat of students and visitors seeking hot cider. Joining them, we sat down amongst the art instillations, bunting and students celebrating the end of term. The barman, spotting our small basket, handed us blankets and two hot water bottles: nodding knowingly at the now frozen puddles. And so it was that as England shivered under an icy blast, we began our Italian picnic, overlooking an East Anglian river. It was surreal, delicious and strangely enjoyable: yet another surprise from a city I’d underestimated.

The Best Bar in Norwich

As our day in Norwich drew to a close, the verdict was in: this was a beautiful city, enveloped in endless stories and – apparently – endlessly attractive buildings. Having spent the day admiring its beauty from below, it was time to see it from above; the city’s Rooftop Gardens offering a prime location. Offering 360 degree views across Norwich (including spectacular views of the illuminated cathedral), the Gardens are a glitzy alternative to the city’s many pubs; offering a fully stocked bar, cocktails and contemporary menu. Filled with Tom Dixon lighting and glittering champagne flutes, it’s also a beautifully appointed place to spend an evening.

“So, what do you think of our city?”, a member of staff had asked, handing over a sparkling Kir Royale and raspberry-infused martini. I hesitated. Should I tell her my complicated backstory? Admit the image of Norwich I’d harboured for twenty years was based on the (sometimes scented) letters of a ten-year-old girl? Wasn’t I supposed to be an open-minded travel blogger?

“It completely blew me away”, I told her truthfully. “I had no idea it offered so much”. Taking our cocktails onto the roof terrace (overhead heaters thankfully installed), we looked over Norfolk’s centerpiece: the city of Norwich. Tucked away in a corner of England often associated with beaches and dressed crab, Norwich is filled with stories, and most importantly, secrets. From its 11th century streets – untouched like most modern cities – to its influx of galleries and creative restaurants, this is a city probably content with being underestimated. It makes surprising new visitors all the more better.

elm street norwich

After another incredible dinner at Namaste India, we began our walk back to the oldest hotel in England. On our way, we passed one of our country’s oldest castles and next, one of its most spectacular cathedrals. The last part of our journey took us back up Elm Hill: a piece of medieval England hidden amongst streets filled with artisan coffee shops and award-winning restaurants.

For a long time, I used to wish that Norwich hadn’t taken my best friend away; it was a city I hadn’t wanted to get to know. But after visiting? My only wish is that she had taken me with her.

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Our trip to Norwich came as part of our role as Visit England Ambassadors and was therefore sponsored. However, it really did cure me of my scampi phobia and I thought the city was genuinely wonderful.

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12 responses to “A Guide to a Weekend in Norwich”

  1. Nicola says:

    I have to admit that like you I’d seen East Anglia as a vague area that I’m aware exists but it might as well be a blank space as I’ve never been and have no idea what’s there. I’d also never really had a burning desire to go there. However having seen your Instagram pictures of Norwich and now read this post it’s creeping up my list of places I’d like to go in the UK. It looks beautiful and as another history geek it definitely appeals!

  2. Anita says:

    I saw some pics from this trip on your insta and thought it looked amazing but this post has definitely convinced me that I MUST put Norwich on my list of places to go. And also, I too grew up near Milton Keynes (back there now for Christmas in fact!) and I too always felt proud of its shopping centre!!!!

    • The Twins says:

      Ah, we’re so glad, Anita! It truly is such a beautiful city and so worth visiting. HAHA, another MK-dweller. Excellent! xxxx

  3. Emma Foulds says:

    I’m so pleased to hear you enjoyed Norwich! I’ve been visiting since I was a child due to having family there and I love it. It’s such a unique and special city.

  4. Lauren says:

    So glad you enjoyed your adventure! Norwich is the nearest “big town” to where my parents now live so I get to explore it quite a bit – it really is a lovely little city! So glad the scampi fear has gone too..!

  5. Reading this really made me want to visit more of England and of my own country (Northern Ireland). There’s so many beautiful parts in the UK and Norwich definitely looks like one of them x


    • The Twins says:

      Thank you so much for taking the time to reply, Rebecca. I know, and the worst thing is we haven’t seen ANY of NI! We need to get there ASAP. xxx

  6. Kat says:

    I love Norwich, the little lanes and the amazing independent shops and antique shops. Its the perfect place to do some christmas shopping 😊

    • The Twins says:

      It was honestly so perfect when we visited at Christmas!! I couldn’t believe I hadn’t visited before!