
Unusually, I found myself wandering round Norwich with time on my hands. Enough for a stroll through the Lanes, where I re-acquainted myself with the small casting celebrating Peter the Wild Man, aka the Wild Boy, allegedly brought up by animals in the forests of Germany and brought to England by George I. Peter somehow made his way to Norwich as an adult, where he was arrested for wandering the streets and thrown into the Bridewell Jail. Suffice to say, the authorities were very happy to release him when they discovered there was a reward for his safe return to Hertfordshire. For more details, visit https://www.visitnorwich.co.uk/article/peter-the-wild-boy/.
Something struck me about this mini-monument. It’s off the beaten track, quirky, and doesn’t flaunt its fascinating history.
It’s a metaphor for my adopted city.