And on these warm, dry, days I helped Jenny move house. Fill the van. Drive a few miles. Empty the van. Drive and repeat. Everything in the house, boots off, sliced my big toe open walking backwards onto a who knows where from shard of glass. Fresh blood in her new home. Aaarggh! Oww. Limped to the chippie to be bought a congratulatory tea for a job half-arsed...
Escaped the emptying of boxes into nooks and crannies to slaughter some more years old bramble bushes in my sister's new garden. Make that "garden". Hobble, slash, limp, slash, trip - over all the uncovered hazards amongst the undergrowth.
More blood from my self-harmed arms. Home to watch "Car Wash" with the kids. Drifted off way before the end...
So. Lazy no plans Sunday. Washing on the line, listening to the Archers Omnibus, and a bundle of through travellers to and from the Hemsby Rock and/or Roll Weekender. Teas, coffee, omlettes and cheese on toast. Mmm, balsamic sauce.
Late afternoon, decided to join them. Bundled into the old A Sedan and set off to Hemsby for a cruise of the campsites, checking out the sights and picking over the fleamarket clothes rails. Into Scratby to our favourite Abigail's Tearooms for a meal, and popped around the corner to visit a friend atop the cliff.
And to say hello to my old friend from the cliff edge. Feeling her spirit in the evening sea breeze.
Hazy fading light brings farewell to the coast. A snuggly oil vapour warm trip back through the mists over Haddiscoe. But not before a trip down the Golden Mile. Taking Henry's Old Lady - our Model A - back to where she was once young. Rolling down Great Yarmouth's seafront from the North Denes, past boating lakes and bowling greens, Caesar's Palace, the Winter Gardens and Wellington Pier.
Welcome home old dear to the neon gawdiness of it all. Arcane meets arcade.
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