Sheringham

Kerri, Neil and I managed to get away from Linton early and have had a lovely afternoon wandering round Sheringham and enjoying the waves crashing on the beach and the stormy skies.

On the way up Neil provided life event commentary as we passed through his teenage stomping ground (Swaffham) and then we diverted through Castle Acre where Martin and I married and where we lived when we first had children. We saw where Neil went to school, worked his first job, where Martin turned his car over on black ice, The Cottage where we lived… and The Ostrich where we drank.

Ah memory Lane…

Now we are showing remarkable restraint in waiting for Sarah, Gavin and Martin to join us, before opening a bottle of wine.