Norfolk Broads on Friday for a long weekend. SmallBean had a bad feeling about the whole thing and so did I when we were sitting in traffic outside Norwich at half past five with both BeanSprouts barking on about being hungry and the choice of music. Now I don't know where you stand on Bond theme tunes, but when you have heard the Best of Bond CD on every car journey for the last four months, it can begin to grate. A lot.
The satnav and I argued. Again. BigBean always listens to her not me and yet again we found ourselves recalculating down the most miniscule Norfolk lanes three inches deep in mud. Or cowpats.
We didn't get stuck in the marsh as we drove down the track.
We remembered to take the keysafe code so we could unlock the door.
We had wine (screw top).
We had a shepherd's pie.
We did not have heat.
We did have eggy water.
Mr Barn Owl swooped past a few times.
Mrs Deer liked lurking by the bin at the gate.
Fam Kingfisher decided that the cold was too much and stayed away, as did The Little Owls. Sensible things.
There were a lot of small brown birds. For all I know, they could be rare and twitchy but to me they were just brown.
Fabulous sunset on Saturday, amazing views across the broad, sculptural reeds, hips and trees and frozen toes. What more could a girl ask for to kick off half term?
Excuse poor photography but many were taken on my rather old phone as the camera is ummm, how shall we put it, lost.