Norfolk is a small Netherlands of flat land and soaring firmament, cloud-churned. My grandmother lived there for about a decade and I spent happy summer and other holidays in the refuge of her 16th century cottage with its two-foot thick walls.
We took long walks together and in the course of several years I grew accustomed to the open-ended landscape and its winter bleakness, which eventually grows on you.
Here a writer is prompted by that wintry world to hatch an expedition following in the sunnier footsteps of Herodotus.
Willed into life as the Norfolk chill took, hold, a Herodotean expedition started to emerge from the frost-wrapped fields.
Source: Justin Marozzi, The Man Who Invented History: Travels with Herodotus (London: John Murray, 2009), p. 23