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Published: September 13th 2018
A couple of cool, drizzly days have encouraged me to focus on the smaller, local scenes - although Wednesday I started out with modest intentions and ended up rambling all over Norfolk‘s famous ”Broads,” a flat, marshy region threaded with streams and small rivers. (Think tidewater Virginia or the Caolinas’ low country, both of which lie within the menacing reach of Florence, we fear).
My target was tiny Horning in the Bure Marshes National Reserve, purportedly a half-hour drive; I left at 10 a.m., returned at 4 p.m...! It was simply a case of “Hmmm, since I’m already here, I might as well...” that led me over to Horsey‘s wind mill and then up to the coast of the North Sea for more of that tasty Cromer crab (even though it was raining).
A word here about “A” roads (I’ve posted videos of some “B” roads on FB). These look and feel like highways (two or more lanes going in each direction, separaged by a median, limited access, etc.) The speed limit is typically 75 mph (not kilometers), but don’t get too comfortable.... That’s because every 10 miles, or less, there’s a huge roundabout: Britain’s solution to
the interchange. Granted, they’re cheaper and easier to construct (no overpasses to build, no ramps for which to buy up land), but GEEZ Louise! You’re rolling along at a clip, then have to slow to a crawl, or stop, every 10 miles. No wonder it takes so long to traverse this country!
My motoring done “for the nonce,” Thursday I joined the local pensioners for their monthly lunch at the Bawburgh Primary School. Barring the British accents, it was EXACTLY like the lunch I help serve at Wilsonville’s community center! Today’s menu was roasted, hand-carved turkey and six(!) vegetables, finished with lemon meringue pie. The children were served (and ate heartily) the same food, except they prefer cake.
“Well,“ muttered the pensioners, ”Let them eat cake!”
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