Well perhaps not a war - more a spat between a couple. We were passing them when the man nudged the wife. It may have been deliberate or it may have been accidental but it resulted in her ice cream cone collapsing and the majority of it dropping in a great splodge on the floor. The result was a big argument over said cornet. We passed the destroyed ice cream on the way back by which time it had pretty much melted.
So I got home humming Lullaby of Broadland although I fear I may have mixed up two song titles there - Lullaby of Birdland and Lullaby of Broadway. So a little bit of artistic licence on that one.
We started our journey with a walk around the UEA Broad which technically isn't in Broadland but it is a Broad. Somebody seems to have stolen a couple of Henry Moore sculptures, although I suspect they have been sent to an exhibition somewhere. The Anthony Gormley figures were still to be seen on the roofs of some of the buildings. I have never quite got the point of these and there's something strangely macabre about the idea.
We started our short Broadland journey at Ranworth (after of course fuelling up at Janey's village cafe in Hethersett). Was hoping to have coffee in the church cafe but it doesn't open until 2 pm. So we wandered onto the village green and then walked to the Broad itself. Then we decided to climb to the top of the church tower.
Talk about health and safety. There wasn't any. Now this wasn't a problem but it wasn't an easy climb. A total of 89 very narrow and steep steps followed by a small iron ladder and then through a hatch onto the roof. It was worth the effort as the view extended for miles in every direction and it was a very clear day. Some of the photographs featured today were taken from the top of the church tower.
We then drove to Horning which was a disappointment. It used to be pretty but today we played the well known English game of "find a rubbish bin." Armed with coke bottles and sandwich bags from a sandwich takeaway shop we hunted high and low for somewhere to put our trash. Eventually found the only public bins in the village which were on the car park.
Horning seems to have deteriorated but perhaps we were expecting too much from our memories of the past. Last stop on our whistlestop tour was Wroxham - self styled Capital of the Broads but not somewhere I have a great deal of time for.
Think of Wroxham and you think of hire boats, the Norfolk Broads, traffic that makes crossing the road problematic to say the least and Roys of Wroxham which claims to be the largest village store in the world. That's quite a claim but who am I to dispute it. One thing I would dispute, however, is the title Roys of Wroxham. Go over the bridge and you will see the sign "Welcome to Hoveton." Roys is further along so surely it should be Roys of Hoveton.
And that leads me to place names. There seem to be quite a few in Norfolk where there is division about their pronunciation. Is it Hove Ton or Hoverton? Is it Clay or Cly (Cley next the Sea) and is it Stiffkey or Stuckey? You pays your money and you takes your choice.
Hope you enjoy some of the photos from our latest day trip. Today I'm off to the Test Match in Nottingham. The weather is set fair for a full day's play and we should get to see one of England's greatest ever batsman in Joe Root.