By pandammonium


While Mr Pandammonium waited an age in the bar while the staff concocted cocktails for other people, I watched the river.

For once, the stronger-than-normal riparian breeze was blowing downstream, making the river look like it was actually going towards Kings Lynn instead of back to Ely.

Some paddle-boarders drifted into view. Cue the man behind me commence a lecture to the lass he was with about pale-boarding. I won’t bore you with the details.

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