Harrington Gurney
Well, we’re back.
An excellent long weekend In Norwich with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kalunina and the HarryMoose, who has grown in an unfeasible fashion and is still and continuingly utterly wonderful. We drove over on Friday and feasted on kebabs (yay!) in the evening, joined by Harry’s grandfather, Maurice, (I’m GrandPete) for the occasion.
On Saturday we drove to the seaside, to Sheringham, where we wandered, consumed fish’n’chips and ice cream, and pondered without enlightenment the scattered groups of people lounging around dressed in WW2ish clothing.If anyone knows what was going on, please feel free to tell us.
[ ETA that it was this - many thanks totimill for the datapoint. ]
We drove back to Norwich by the scenic along the coast route, which was largely occupied by an extended relay road race, runners paced by bicyclists. Again, we know not why. Back home, we feasted on crab sarnies made with crabmeat we bought in Sheringham, drank a glass or two of wine and retired to bed.
Today,ramtops and I returned home; you can insert the standard complaint about distance between Long Ashton and Norwich here; it’ll be far too long before we get to see Clare or Harry again. Still, we have been with them again, and it was good.
An excellent long weekend In Norwich with
kalunina and the HarryMoose, who has grown in an unfeasible fashion and is still and continuingly utterly wonderful. We drove over on Friday and feasted on kebabs (yay!) in the evening, joined by Harry’s grandfather, Maurice, (I’m GrandPete) for the occasion.On Saturday we drove to the seaside, to Sheringham, where we wandered, consumed fish’n’chips and ice cream, and pondered without enlightenment the scattered groups of people lounging around dressed in WW2ish clothing.
[ ETA that it was this - many thanks to
timill for the datapoint. ]We drove back to Norwich by the scenic along the coast route, which was largely occupied by an extended relay road race, runners paced by bicyclists. Again, we know not why. Back home, we feasted on crab sarnies made with crabmeat we bought in Sheringham, drank a glass or two of wine and retired to bed.
Today,
ramtops and I returned home; you can insert the standard complaint about distance between Long Ashton and Norwich here; it’ll be far too long before we get to see Clare or Harry again. Still, we have been with them again, and it was good.