Feeling tireder, but we walked over six miles altogether on Tuesday, starting at Holkham after a road closure took us on a detour through Binham and Warham – not too far out of the way really if you know the road. We had drinks at the Victoria, then parked on Queen Anne’s Drive and walked down to the beach before turning right towards Wells. As it was approaching high tide, I had to persuade certain members of the party not to go right to the water’s edge, though on reflection it might have been fun to watch.
As it turned out the high tide was not impressive (I believe the correct term is “neap”) and we were able to get fairly close to the edge of the sea during the latter stages of the walk, past the famous Wells beach huts, where I assisted a small girl chasing a large ball. There was quite a wind, and she was failing to catch it. It might have ended up at Thornham.
We stopped for refreshments at the new beach hut at the beach end of the Wells straight. This is now run by the Holkham Estate and is quite smart apart from an obsession with dogs. Afterwards we walked into Wells town, and Dot bought a couple of tops while Dave and I took a stroll. After the obligatory ice cream we all caught the Coasthopper back to Holkham. It was full, and we had to stand, which was tricky.
I got some petrol at Blakeney, and we tried to book lunch for the next day at Wiveton, but fortunately couldn’t.
We left the hotel after breakfast yesterday after financial arrangements masterminded by Dave. I gave an additional tip to the serving staff, who had been very good. We gave a joint tip to the staff in general. Rosemary was not feeling too well: we said goodbye and then joined the Evetts at Wiveton for tea/coffee after a nasty encounter with a refuse lorry, which I just about got away with.
We raided the shop for fruit and couple of gifts for my brother and his wife on their anniversary, then headed home, stopping to buy bread on Silver Road. After lunch Jude (Sayer) dropped in for a cup of tea and a chat in the garden, which was nice.
In the evening we drove to Horning Ferry Inn for an orchestra get-together meal, where I found myself, embarrassingly, the only non-orchestra member present. Wasn’t too bad, though, as I know most of them. We had a carvery meal, which was quite reasonable. Still not sleeping too well.
Today I caught up on a lot of “paperwork” while Dot went to buy paint to redo the study. After lunch I took all the contents out of the four-drawer filing cabinet, including the drawers, transferred the filing cabinet to the garage (with Dot’s help), reinserted the drawers (ditto) and put all the files back. At the end I was exhausted. I do not recommend this to anyone, but Dot is redesigning study, hall and cloakroom. This has absolutely nothing to do with the Murrays coming over.