Spent the night in a Very comfortable B&B just outside of Reepham (pronounced Reefam) and about 3 miles from the town of Foulsham (Fool sham) - we will never get these quirky pronunciations right.
In the morning we picked up Sian and Owen who had stayed the night with Owen's folks
Kevin and Marguerite's place (I'm on the brick wall in front - sometimes these photographers seem to forget who the subject is)
The milk is delivered to your doorstep in glass bottles every morning. Anyone hear Ernie's ghostly gold tops?
And after a lovely visit to feed the ducks at Pensworth park, we ended up in Cambridge and lunched (and i use that word advisedly) at the vilest restaurant ever, right across the road from King's College
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We arrived back in London (Owen carrying a very heavy carton of records all the way) and checked into our new hotel in Greenwich. The air conditioner works, huzzah





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