Local Wonders For Local People

Oh, Robyn! You do set us some tasks. But I enjoy them all, so I'm not complaining.
Today, we have Robyn's Seven Wonders challenge. Seven small, local wonders from where you live.

I'd probably put the interweb as one of the big modern wonders, especially for saddoes like myself, but as for small local wonders for small local people. Here goes:

(1) The Norfolk Broads:
For reasons given in many a previous discussion.

(2) The Norfolk Coast:
Endless bird sanctuaries, nature reserves, lovely seals, mile after mile of golden sand and marram that's completely undeveloped, and we intend to keep it that way … Just stay away from it. All of you! It's ours!

(3) The noise in my garden:
Other than birdsong and rustling leaves, it is totally silent. When I get back home from the screaming howl of ear-battering decibels that is London, I can sit with a glass of wine and just let the stress fall away. Bliss.
I'm off flightpaths and well away from roads, and my wonderfully quiet neighbours are a respectable distance away. In such a crowded and noisy little island, it's priceless.

(4) Norwich Cathedral:
Started by Bishop Hubert de Losinga in 1068 as penance for having been a very naughty boy indeed, one of our oldest and most beautiful cathedrals; filled to the brim with Saxon/Norman splendour and thankfully overlooked by the massed tourist armies as we are such a determinedly grumpy and isolationist county.

(5) Ethelbert Gate:
The north-west gate to the cathedral close, not built by Ethel and Bert, but by the good peasants of Norwich as penance (once again - we're good at that) for having a lovely socialist revolt and burning the monastery down and kicking Norman butt.
Beautiful stone carvings, including a splendid dragon.

(6) Norfolk's churches:
For a time, around a thousand years ago, we were about the wealthiest little place on the planet. And what did we do with all that dosh? We gave it some mediæval bling.
We built churches; supposedly to the glory of God, but usually to the glory of the local landowner. Nearly one thousand of the things were put up. Most survive and over six hundred are still in use as places of worship. We have more Saxon, Norman and early mediæval churches than anyone else, so there!
While I was training, part of my job was to carry out quinquennial inspections on this lot. Probably the one thing I miss the least of all the pains in my life is hanging off the undersides of eight-hundred year old oak bellframes, rotted to powder, clinging to crumbling stonework, two hundred feet above a nice stone floor … Brrrr … I still shudder to think about it.

(7) A small, blue plaque set in the walls of the cathedral precinct opposite St. Martin's Church:
In 1549, bolshie lot that we are, Norfolk's peasants had yet another stab at socialist revolt.
This one was led by Robert Kett, and just outside Wymondham (that's 'Windum' to you foreigners) is the old oak under which he started to get a bit shirty.
Around fifteen thousand peasants stormed Norwich and set up camp on what is now Kett's Hill.

That's the view from it. Lovely.
Lord Sheffield, a particularly nasty and arrogant grasping landowner, came and besieged them with what then constituted the British army. They spent their time carousing in Norwich while Kett and his men simply walked around behind them and stole all their artillery …
… with which they proceeded to pound Sheffield's motley crew from the hill. Hee hee.
The best bit was when Sheffield got all shouty at them outside St.Martin's Church, fell off his horse onto his head and snuffed it. Treble hee hee's all round.
That's what the blue plaque commemorates.
Eventually, Kett was betrayed for money (as always) and hanged, but it was still a good try, and I still smile every time I pass the plaque …

So, the seven wonders of my part of Norfolk. Now it's your turn …