Yes, I noticed the radical err ethnic cleansing of Norfolk, when walking through it on the Peddar's Way. Some of the wee stone villages feel just like walking into a frigid-aired Waitrose. The Gastro-Pubs and naked wood Arty outlets are all the same kind of uniform bland. The upper-middle 'rural idyll' types seem to find it terribly embarrassing to have to meet your eye or say 'Hello', especially if you're grubby and muddy from a week on the trail.. The countryside however is striking in summer, where you can walk for miles through golden shimmering fields of wheat, and never encounter another soul. The North coast too is striking, great expanses of beach, gorse and heather.