The picture was taken at an outdoor swimming pool and came between lunch and pizzas.
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My piece on Hethersett Memorial Playing Field appeared in today's Eastern Daily Press and you can view a cutting with this blog.
My story about John Curtis has also appeared online. John, or Burt as he's known to everyone, is quite a remarkable sportsman. He suffered from a debilitating disease which meant that his kidneys were only working at 7% of what they should have been. This meant he had to have dialysis four times a day.
Now a transplant has changed his life and he has won a gold medal at the six a side football tournament at the European transplant games. The thing I found particularly interesting is they didn't take out either of his kidneys and so he now has three with the new one working in front of the other two.
Apparently he got the nickname Burt when he was at school and referred to as " a right Herbert." This was shortened to Burt and has stuck ever since.
You can read the story at:
https://www.edp24.co.uk/news/norfolk-man-celebrating-becoming-golden-athlete-9248962
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Now I'm going to have a geriatric moan. I love Weybourne Station in North Norfolk. It's full of history and one of the stops on the North Norfolk Steam Railway. Actually there are only three stops on the line - Sheringham, Weybourne and Holt although you can request a stop at Kelling Heath.
Sheringham Station is in the town but Weybourne Station and Holt are a good one mile away from the centre of those villages/towns.
Yesterday we took the grandkiddles there to show them round. They were intrigued by the old fashioned waiting rooms, by the number of television programmes that have been shown there, by the Anderson Shelter. But our visit was spoiled by the rudeness of one of the volunteers.
We crossed the line on the overhead bridge and got to the signal box which was open. Thinking it was one of the displays we wandered in, only to be shouted at by a man on the opposite platform "Come out of the box" he hollered.
I usually walk away from confrontation as I don't like it. But on this occasion I shouted back: "We are trying to teach our grandchildren some history." My granddaughter was particularly upset by being shouted at. The whole incident was unnecessary and I'm sure this volunteer is the kind of man that always moans about the youth of today being uncontrollable and not prepared to learn.
I'll leave it at that apart from saying that I was contemplating not only leaving a small donation but also taking out an annual membership - neither of which I will now do. It may be a small thing but it discoloured our visit and I will be making a complaint.
This afternoon is the first in the Autumn run of films organised by Hethersett Village Screen. I will be going to see The Courier.