Crooked streets of Norwich--An appropriate epitaph--To the county surveyor of Norfolk many thanks--The London Road (Roman)--Roman roads in East Anglia--Mr. Haverfield, the greatest authority on--Some history necessary to understand paucity of Roman remains in East Anglia--The country of the Iceni--Rebellion, brief triumph, and defeat of Iceni under Boadicea--The Iceni wiped out--Their territory minor part of an unimportant province--No military stations--Frontier far to the north--Caistor-by-Norwich not a Roman fortress--Roman roads of East Anglia enumerated--_En route_--Tempting declivities and annoying cross-roads--Long Stratton--The first round flint tower--Explanation--Scole and county boundary--The "White Hart"--Worse roads in Suffolk--A church with good parvise--Difficulty of identifying villages--Ipswich to Colchester and London--Towns and scenery of route postponed--Reasons--Puzzling darkness--Familiar villages not recognized--Futile demand for tea--Romford discovered--Lights to left front--Had we lost our way?--"Stratford Empire" a sign of hope--Ichthyophagous Whitechapel--Skill in traffic--Journey ended--Observations on winter motoring--On general character of East Anglian scenery. Norwich was left behind in mingled sorrow and regret the next morning, for, on the one hand, it seemed a sin to leave so fascinating a city practically unexplored, and, on the other, frost had given place to rain, and the rain having abated, the air was mild and warm, so that motoring promised to be entirely pleasant. However, other visits to Norwich were a certainty in the future, so off we went gaily. But, Lord!--to copy Mr. Pepys--were ever streets so strait or so prodigal of angles as these where some folk were hastening to their business at the assizes, while others, on cars garlanded with significant ribbons, were clearly bound for election work in Mid-Norfolk, where it was the polling day. Of a surety a pilot was needed, and we had one; undoubtedly, although Tilney All Saints is far away in Marshland, the epitaph appearing there, and here quoted, must have been written by a Norwich man, and by no other. This world's a city, full of crooked streets, Death is the market-place where all men meet; If life was merchandise, then men could buy, Rich men would always live, and poor men die.