You have to take opportunities when you can, so with my daughter away on a school trip to New York (the furthest I ever went was Scarborough) we decided to have a weekend away in Norfolk.
Now the last time I went to Norfolk, I was about 12 years old – a two week caravan holiday in Great Yarmouth. I can remember very little about it, other than it rained, and certainly nothing of the journey. That’s just as well, because if I had remembered the journey, I’d have probably gone somewhere else. Continue reading