A touch dark and forbidding outside, there was nevertheless a cheery fellow stood in the doorway who immediately welcomed us and walked back into the Royal Norfolk Hotel with us. He was pleased to see us but was absolutely smitten with the SD Hound and explained he’s desperate to get himself a dog. By the time we’d reached the bar, after some serious ear scratching, he’d explained he currently commutes to France and a daily 12-hour shift isn’t conducive to owning a dog but fortunately he retires soon and will buy a hound the very next day. We’d already enjoyed a late Friday afternoon romp on S…