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Now you see it – oh no, maybe you don’t

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Flooding at Pull's Ferry
Flooding at Pull’s Ferry

The storm surge hit the east coast on the evening of December 5. It was the biggest surge since 1953, and there was a huge threat to property and to people’s lives. If you had switched on the BBC’s News at Ten, you would have been able to see exactly what was happening … No, wait, you wouldn’t have seen anything at all about it, because Nelson Mandela died at exactly the same time.

I have already written a piece on my website about what a shocking mismanagement of news this was, but the former news editor of the EDP tells me I’m wrong. I now see that it was exactly the right decision for news editors, but exactly wrong for viewers.

Anyway, as I write I believe the coast road at Walcott is still closed, and many homes along the coast have been flooded or destroyed. Homes have fallen off the dunes at Hemsby, where I spent my holidays as a child, when the sea never came anywhere near the dunes. The tidal Wensum flooded a bit at Norwich, but not much. Haddiscoe, way inland, was cut off.

None of this affected me much. On the Friday night Dot and I were at Open Studios in Norwich, where we bought a picture from Martin Laurance and some art boxes from Rupert Mallin. On the Saturday we were at Bacton Village Hall, just along the road from devastated Walcott. We had been diverted through Knapton by police, but this was because someone had turned a car over on the Bacton road from North Walsham. Quite an achievement.

The village hall event was a celebration of the Paston Heritage Society’s year – a very eventful one, culminating in the big exhibition at the Norfolk Record Office. Excellent refreshments and a slice of video from Peter Stibbons: a fun evening. Today Dot and I went to the last of the eight lectures: Rob Knee on the Paston Legacy. I read one of my poems in the middle of it, which was pleasing – for me, anyway.

It was my second performance in three days: on Sunday the band (Far Cry) travelled to Lowestoft to perform at the Seagull. Rob was there too, reading his winning poem in a recent competition. We did three songs – The Rolling Hills of Pakefield; Man in the Mask; and Falling Apart – as a foursome, with me on vocals and guitar, Phil on the other guitar and Dot and Emily (Phil’s daughter) on violin. As Emily had not rehearsed with us, she did well to even think about it. I think we sounded OK, but they’re a nice crowd who wouldn’t tell us if we hadn’t. We got some good applause, anyway.

Sunset glow on a ploughed field at Rockland
Sunset glow on a ploughed field at Rockland

Since the storm the weather has been calm but pretty chilly. On Monday Dot and I visited Geoff , who continues to recover well. He has walked to the village shop and been driven to a couple of events. He can walk around the house (slowly) without a stick. We had quite a long chat with him while Sophie was out, and I collected some antibiotics for him (for his toes) from the village surgery.

In the evening we went to the DCC, which proved quite short as there were several absences and Howard was there only briefly as someone who he hadn’t seen for a while had turned up unexpectedly. We discussed how to split the parish share and decided on 77-23 (it was 80-20). If I was treasurer, I would worry about this. Oh, I am.

On Tuesday, before being entertained by the Archers for Tuesday Group, I went to Fakenham for a Chronicle meeting. Sadly, Kay was absent as she had had a lot of trouble looking after her father-in-law, who broke his hip in Barcelona and had to be taken back to the Isle of Man. What are the chances of that happening? Anyway the three of us had soup and cheese and discussed our Oxnead project. Rob had written seven poems already; I had written one; and Caroline had written a half. Much to do. We are aiming at a book and premiere (possibly at Oxnead) in September.

Back in Norwich I got my new non-varifocal glasses from Boots and was relieved to find I could see through them (they’re for computer and music, but wearable most of the time if I want to). A much better solution.

Meanwhile Phil and Joy are still in Southampton, and Lucy is slightly improved, though I have heard nothing directly. My cousin Sandy in South Africa has lost her husband Alex, who was very generous to us while we were out there. He died of liver cancer, quite suddenly.

Joe has had a full page in the EDP on his photography, and he and Birgit are going to Germany for Christmas. I have written a few cards, and Dot has bought lots of presents.

17 October 2008

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An atmospheric picture from the Paston weekend: clash of centuries? Second right is Martin Laurance, whose terrific images went with a couple of my poems in the Paston book. Tonight Dot and I went to Rupert Mallin’s big show, Pleasurance, at the Art Factory for the Private View, and Martin was there. He has given me one of his full-size prints, which I will have framed. Annette and Mike were also there. I bought one of Rupert’s small pictures and one of his mother’s. Also there was a former lecturer from City College, Roger Whittaker, who I worked with in the past. He and Dot spent some time putting the educational world to rights. They seem to be pretty much on an identical wavelength.

Earlier today went to see Mr Sethia and took a catheter, which he admitted didn’t actually have a hole in it and functioned as a pipe-cleaner, which was what I had maintained previously. Also discovered that I had probably been putting it in too far and irritating the bladder. I had actually asked the nurse if I could put it in too far, and she said no. He wouldn’t give me antibiotics for what I thought was a urine infection and said it might be just a minor inflammation. Personally I would have gone for the worst case scenario, but that’s probably because (or why) I’m not a doctor. So I am left unmedicated over the weekend, hoping that he’s right. My next date with him is in March, so he must think I’m doing OK.

Yesterday Dot and I took Andrew back to Coventry after I’d taken him to Winterton in the morning. The previous day had been very wet, so we couldn’t do much other than buy him some clothes. Winterton was very pleasant, but with a chilly wind. I had a quick brush with some near-quicksand, but nothing too frightening. The journey back saw Dot at the wheel, and we stopped for a drink and dessert at Thrapston, then tried for a Little Chef on the Coventry bypass, only to find it was closed. We went by a very circuitous route to avoid rush-hour traffic and eventually ended up at TGI Friday’s, where Andrew and I had very nice steaks. Dropped him off just after seven and returned by my special route avoiding the M6-A14 junction, but tried a short cut too many and ended up driving round the lanes of Northamptonshire in the dark. Still, nice lanes, and eventually we located the A14, which turned out to be where it always was. And as it was evening, it wasn’t plagued by lorry drivers with one brain cell pulling out and taking ten minutes to overtake each other.

2 December 2007

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J & A came to a meal on Saturday night, and conversation turned to mutual friends, one of whom we knew many, many years ago when we helped to run a youth group. This picture shows, not the mutual friend, but me and our son David. No prizes for guessing who is who. Three of the others are vicars’ sons and one is a bishop’s son. Talk about exalted company. The connection? This is part of a much bigger picture containing the mutual friend. I hope you’re following this.

On Friday Dot and I had our hair cut and did some Christmas shopping at Reepham. A friend said she had never found anything worth going to Reepham for, but I like it a lot. Some lovely little alleys, an unusual centre and this rather neat shop in the old station that sells all sorts of strange things. Some good walks in the area too.

On Saturday we went to Rupert Mallin’s retrospective exhibition of his parents’ work: Tom and Muriel. Some really good stuff going relatively cheap, as well as some expensive works – one of which went for £2500 while we were there. Sales seemed to be going well generally. We bought a rather nice picture of Suffolk, plus a couple of woodcuts and two small drawings – oh, and a copy of Tom’s novel dedicated to Muriel which may be a first American edition.

Today we went to Communion and then to North Walsham in the afternoon – visiting Dot’s aunt and the cemetery, though not in that order. Quite windy, but not cold for the time of year.