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.
It was such a pleasure, do use my place as a base any time. Thank you for not buying me the doll.
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