The garden wall of a house in Wymondham had the words Fascist Regime in large letters sprayed on it. It was close to a roundabout and so would have been seen by many people.
A check on Facebook established that the graffiti was in no way a reference to the owners but seems to be a comment re the coronation. I make no comment on this other than to say I hope the morons that did it get caught.
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On a much more pleasant subject, we spent most of Sunday afternoon watching grandson Elliot playing in a football final in Norwich against Heigham Park. Unfortunately due to FA rules I'm not allowed to say whether they won or lost.
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Today we are hoping for decent weather as Hethersett is celebrating the coronation with a village picnic. I will be there for a time to take photographs for various publications. Then it's off to Carrow Road to see Norwich's last league match of a pretty dismal season. I don't think there will be much joy around as they take on Blackpool who are already relegated.
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Going back to the coronation. It was one of those events the BBC felt they had to have wall to wall coverage of. We had virtually every aspect of the day analysed in detail as if it was a football match. The coverage was led by Kirsty Young who at one point did a very deep analysis of the event.
"Everything happens as it happens. It is happening right in front of us as it's live."
WOW
And so onto the next leg of the travelogue.
Our stay in Cordoba may have been brief but that's the nature of this whistle stop tour.
And so after breakfast at a coffee shop about 10 minutes' walk from the apartment we returned to pack and this time got a bus to the train station.
Had about two hours before our train and that showed one of the major differences between one quarter me and the other threequarters. She has what might be termed ants in her pants and goes off wandering whilst I am much happier sitting down, answering emails and writing
She did come back with a hearty tuna salad which cost just four Euros. Thirty minutes before our off time we decided to wander down to platform three and suddenly found our cases and bags had to go through a security machine. I think they should develop one where you go through with the bags. Might add to the fun, it would certainly add to the chaos.
"You are platform three far end," said a helpful lady who then found our seat reservations wouldn't scan.
Eventually they did but a large queue had formed behind us which wasn't helpful to those in a hurry. So we were let through without having the tickets checked.
Then I had to become superman for a brief few seconds. Why does everyone load cases from the bottom of racks upwards?
Ok I know the answer to that. The only space for our case which now weighed over 25 kg was on the top rack and somehow I lifted it above my head and got it up there and went to sit down with the thought that just 45 minutes later I would have to reverse the process and lift it down again!
This time I was scared I would flatten myself and others as well.
I don't like short train journeys. I like to relax, read a book, have a snooze, do some writing, eat a cake, enjoy the scenery and much more but before I knew it we were in Seville and cramming with the heavy case onto a bus in one of those survival of the fittest kind of races where absolutely nobody takes any notice of who was there first.
It was quite amusing earlier on the train. A very important family got up. I knew they were important because they got in everyone's way and blocked the aisles. They stood facing the doors on the right hand side, forcing me into a miniscule space on the left. They were determined to get off first, being the important people they were. But guess what? The doors opened on my side and I was out first...yippee.
I'm practising to be Spanish. The number one requirement is to be able to shout loudly without ever listening to what's been shouted at you. Find any group of Spanish people or family group and they will all be speaking very loudly at the same time. Next time you see a Spanish group just listen in. You probably won't be able to understand what they are saying but you will get the general idea.
The bus ride in Seville seemed longer than the train but it might just have been because I had to stand all the way with the heavy case. But it went through the university area which was interesting.
We eventually did find our apartment. And we have a very pleasant room. One full day in Seville tomorrow and then it's into Portugal for three days each in Porto and Lisbon.