Further west

Kristine Coomes on brink of the abyss – or to put it another way, at the west door of Norwich Cathedral
Kristine Coomes on brink of the abyss – or to put it another way, at the west door of Norwich Cathedral

Quiet couple of days. Popped into city, got glasses tightened, cancelled papers – that sort of thing. Delivered Joy’s birthday presents. Phil has been ill with flu-like illness for a couple of weeks, so we didn’t stop. Also managed to update website with article and a couple of new poems which are on the leaflet I’ve printed for Greenbelt. Which is where we are about depart for: Dot is completing her packing etc, and we’re awaiting the arrival of Mark from Poringland, who is getting a lift with us. Spent some time looking at map, but there’s no obvious route. We’ll have to wing it. Weather has turned a bit fresher. I’ve had a painful neck for a few days: hard to look right more than a bit. Head generally feels pretty strange, and odd twinges elsewhere. It would be nice to feel completely fit. Not sure if I’m looking forward to Greenbelt: being one of a huge crowd has never been appealing to me.