It all started in a pub, as all great feats of Norfolk ambition do...

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It was 2015. A casual conversation about mountains quickly escalated into a bold plan: Ben and his friends would take on Snowdon (or Yr Wyddfa, as it’s now been confusingly rebranded). Armed with nothing more than a Tesco meal deal, stubborn optimism, and a collective hangover, they set out to conquer Wales' tallest peak.

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Against all odds—and basic hydration advice—they made it to the summit. This monumental achievement was celebrated, the way any true adventurers would: by heroically breaking down on the way home, waiting stoically by the roadside for recovery. Some say this moment solidified Ben’s status as Norfolk’s answer to Shackleton, but those people probably weren’t there.

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Fast forward nearly a decade, and Ben decided to tackle Snowdon again, this time solo. This journey came with its own challenges—chiefly his decision to wear barefoot shoes, which proved a poor choice but was, of course, everyone else's fault. Limping back down the mountain, Ben began to wonder if there were peaks to conquer closer to home.

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And so began the odyssey of Norfolk’s greatest "mountaineer." From the mighty Beeston Bump to the formidable Beacon Hill, Ben has ventured where few bother to tread, searching for a mountain in a county notorious for being flatter than a pint of week-old ale. With each "summit," Ben continues to redefine what it means to pursue greatness in the most underwhelming of circumstances.

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Whether you're here to laugh at his dubious achievements, buy some merch, or support the still-futile search for Norfolk’s highest point, one thing’s for certain: Ben Woodier proves that even the flattest of landscapes can produce a story worth telling.

 

 

 

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