Kings Lynn.

After Keiths birthday bash we spent the night in Kings Lynn. I'd been led to believe that this once major trading port was now just a sinkhole of inbreeding, but, before I get shouted at, it was a real treat. At least the old town was and I can't wait to go back. The whole place was bursting with medieval gems hidden round every corner.
The pic is of the 14th century choir stalls in the Minster. I can just imagine some bored kid 500 years ago carving their initials in during a particularly lengthy sermon.