Simmering

Black Prince at Weybourne, simmering gently before powering up the gradient towards Kelling, North Norfolk Railway.

"Pick us up at Sheringham 430" the text said ..... I was early and passing Weybourne when the "we're running late" text came through giving me enough time to stop and soak up some of the atmosphere ... and some of the softly falling rain.  Good fortune - or good anticipation?  Well, I live in hope, as always.

The rest of the day did not turn out as planned but at least the garden is a little tidier and we can plant parsnip seed on our next visit to the allotment after today's raking over.  (Need a new rake though - broke the old one.)