Turned cooler again today after a couple of warm days – especially yesterday at Blakeney, where Dot and I bought a birthday present for Fluffy. Walked around a bit, trying to get a phone signal to check we had the right design, and had lunch in the Methodist Church cafe, which was very pleasant, especially the chutney, which apparently came from Tesco’s.
It was admittedly a bit breezy – the edge of Hurricane Ophelia, which at the time was battering Wales and Ireland, but the warmth triumphed. Later on, when we had visited Jessie and called in at Sainsbury’s in North Walsham, the sky turned dark grey and yellow. It was decidedly eerie, because the wind had dropped and it felt unearthly. Looked as if we were going to get a downpour, but it remained dry and we got home with no trouble.
Earlier I had visited the surgery for a blood pressure test and actually got a nurse who listened to what I said and booked me in to see a doctor – not till November, though.
Back last Thursday Dot had been to the dental surgeon for the next stage of her implant, and felt so dodgy afterwards that I decided to drive her to Carleton Rode, where she had to attend the feedback from a SIAMS inspection. She got through that OK, while I chatted up a few locals in the church and went for a short walk. In the evening she managed to join us for Cake and Compline at the Archers’.
We took Judy to that, and the next day she parked at ours and we all walked to the Julian Centre, where we had volunteered to help with their Julian & Fursey weekend, led by a Greek Orthodox priest from San Antonio in Texas. He was brilliant, and his wife had a long talk with Dot.
This concluded on Saturday, and Judy and I walked there again while Dot recuperated in bed. She came to the Centre for coffee, the second talk and for lunch, and then went back to prepare for Norwich City v Hull, which ended 1-1 after we scored in 96th minute. At the time I was walking to meet her when I heard a roar and the taxi drivers started hooting. Sadly (or not), hundreds or thousands of spectators had already left the ground.
Judy and I had heard the last talk and made sure everything was tidied up before we left about 4.10pm. I had a quick chat with the priest before we went. Sunday was quite quiet, though the service was fairly long, Howard leading and not being inclined to hurry. Quite rightly, of course.
Another thing that happened on Saturday was that the EDP finally got round to publishing the news that the Paston Footprints project had been awarded £374,400. They could have made more of it, I think. Still, it’s out there now. No turning back, as they say.