Walking in circles

I used to enjoy walking round Norwich Cathedral, so I thought with all this sunshine I would give an old idea a new twist. With my upgraded teleidoscope I went round Norwich Cathedral… Continue reading

Variations on a theme

I liked the Wells Art Trail although some of the exhibits were a bit difficult to find and not necessarily where the map thought they were. I also got a bit confused because… Continue reading

I don’t really do pretty

Not a word I use a great deal – the occasional compliment – but for me an expression used sparingly. Earlier this year I visited Gooderstone Water Gardens near Swaffham in Norfolk with… Continue reading

Floral Dreams

That was the nature of the exercise. Find some lilies, find some more flowers and see how they fit together. An interesting exercise if you like that sort of thing. Mind you the… Continue reading

Sailing in the sunshine with a 100 year old lady

Last weekend’s Punt Open Regatta on Barton Broad was idyllic. Lots of sunshine to tempt out the crews and a fair wind – not quite true – a fairly gusty wind if the… Continue reading

Something unusual at the Royal Norfolk Show

I’ve rather lost count of the number of Norfolk Shows I have attended. This week the weather was kind and the company good. As always I took a camera, but with little idea… Continue reading

Do I need glasses?

One of the things I lose the most in life are my glasses (along with my car keys, my mobile phone and my wallet) – but enough of family confessions. The sort of… Continue reading

Getting what you wish for

It’s not very often that I do, if you know what I mean. Perhaps my wishes are a bit unrealistic. I used to wish for a Jaguar XJ6 but that never happened and… Continue reading

No wind but the show goes on

You may know different, but I am always impressed by members of the sailing fraternity. They make the best of things, even when there isn’t much to make the best of and their… Continue reading

Venice – well was it romantic?

It was certainly crowded, noisy but I wouldn’t have called it “romantic.” Still, I suppose if you don’t arrive there until 11 o’clock in the morning during a week when Italian schools are… Continue reading