Noel Coward was talking about Norfolk, of course, and I ended up spending most of my out-and-about time in Suffolk, which may or may not be more flat or less flat than Norfolk, I haven’t had time to do a full comparative cartographic survey, besides not possessing sufficiently detailed OS maps to build the necessary Plasticine relief models of the contours, nor the Plasticine … Let’s just call it a draw then.
One thing I can say with confidence, though, is that the bit of Norfolk in which I was based is anything but flat – in the lemonade sense, that is. Distinctly fizzy. This is Z’s home, to which she had generously invited me for a few days, to help me scout out potential destinations should I eventually act on my long-standing inclination towards shifting myself elsewhere.
Chez Z, flat moments don’t prevail, or even arise. Some of you will have been there and so already know this, but there’s nothing like a few days to bring out the details. Without going into the details, we’re talking cats, chickens, tortoises, spiders, cats, cockerels, did I mention cats…? Not to mention, of course, Z’s own delightful company – thank you, darling!
Under her guidance, I visited quite a few possible targets for if I do eventually boot myself up and home in on East Anglia. In fact, I’d be spoilt for choice; every single town has its own plethora of delights and attractions. (Well, I am comparing them to Reading, to be fair.) It may be just proximity, and therefore greater familiarity, but Yagnub seemed to tick a lot of boxes.
Still, one thing there’s no shortage of in Norfolk, or Suffolk, is horizons.