Currently having a couple of days in North Norfolk. I prefer Cromer, the other threequarters prefers Sheringham. So over to those of you that know both resorts-which do you prefer and why?
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Now today I do have a complaint. The other threequarters is getting far too famous. When people meet us they say "we feel we know you. You're the other threequarters. How lovely to meet you and how unkind he is to you," they say.
"Hello. I'm here as well" I want to say but never do.
" I'm the person who invented the other threequarters," I would like to say. Then I realise she is a living person and I didn't invent her at all.
We met in Russia in days when you could visit that country freely. Well I say freely but within the constraints of a carefully orchestrated visit. I have mentioned before how our visits were always carefully controlled and how we were led to see the riches of the country and not the obvious poverty.
We met as part of a youth exchange group and kept in touch when we got home and the rest as they say is history. Now 47 years later we have a dinnersty (and no I didn't spell that incorrectly).
Well not actually a dinnersty. But I waffle on.
Now that we have returned from up north up north I have had time to sort out my photographs and include some of them here. They are of Huddersfield, Holmfirth, Slaithwaite and Marsden and a few of Cromer and Weybourne station chucked in for good measure.
But back to North Norfolk. We found one of the book places I mentioned the other day. There was a book available by Russell Brand. It was all about Russell Brand f-----g up in various areas of his life and how he survived. I expect a second volume soon as he definitely has a lot of additional experience.
We did a bit of bus hopping and one of the drivers was definitely suffering from GODS - grumpy old driver syndrome.
"Is this bus going through Cromer," a passenger asked?
"I'm not going through Cromer. I'm going to Cromer," he replied.
Then he shouted at a slow moving driver in front and raised his fist at a pedestrian who walked across the road in front of him.
"He didn't look at all," he shouted at nobody in particular.
Perhaps he was just having a bad day.
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Go away for a few days and all kinds of things happen in the village. Vandalism of a new garden project, a road slipping away due to rainwater and a suggestion that Hethersett should be at the forefront of an onshore wind farm are just three of the things I have to catch up on.