A few years ago a road in Hethersett decided to get lit up at Christmas in aid of a local charity and it's now become a keenly anticipated event.
Finnbar Cork was just six years old when he died from a brain tumour. His parents launched Finnbar's Force in his memory and to raise money for research into childhood cancer and also to support children and their families suffering.
Since their tragedy, the family has organised a large number of events and the annual lights has become their piece de resistance.
So at 6.30 pm on Sunday, the switches were thrown (or whatever happens to switches) and on came the lights, not to mention the snow machine. The road (Park Green) was jammed with people enjoying mulled wine and mince pies.
The lights will be on from 4.30 pm everyday from now until the end of December and if you are anywhere near Hethersett do give them a visit. I can assure you that you will leave with a smile on your face. I can't walk through the road without thinking "Harry Potter." It's that magical.
My problem is taking decent photos of the lights. It's practically impossible. I have never taken one that I'm even halfway satisfied with. I must take a tripod along and take a bit more time. Tomorrow I will have a couple of photos of the lights along with photographs of a recent saunter along the River Wensum in Norwich.
Whilst I'm on the subject of Christmas lights, I must give a mention to Tony and Margaret Dunton who have created a display at their bungalow for over two decades. Every Christmas the front garden of their bungalow in Firs Road is awash with colour and Christmas models including a crib scene in the garage. Hundreds of children have grown up with this display which attracts youngsters of all ages every Christmas.
Our grandchildren refer to it as the "Christmas House" even when we pass it in the middle of summer.
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Now more from our holiday as our vacation blog approaches its end.
We have truly been in a cashless society on this holiday. We haven't spent as much as a penny in cash in Jakarta, Bali, Perth or Freemantle. Everything has been paid for on a debit card and, with just two days to go, it looks as if it will stay that way.
The train from Perth to Fremantle takes 20 minutes and costs just over £1. Trains run every 10 minutes. Fremantle and Perth both have free buses called CATS which I guess stands for Central Area Transport System. They drive around the cities and you get on and off as you like. There are different routes as well and they never seem to get full.
Apparently Perth has a population of two million but the traffic seems to be very light. Not sure how they achieve that, but they do.
We had a cruise down the Swan River from Perth to Fremantle which took about 75 minutes.
Fremantle has the feel of an old pioneer town, as indeed it once was. The architecture is colonial but interesting. There are lots of coffee shops and one of the streets is officially known as capaccino strip. Obviously it hasn't always had that name but I've no idea what it was previously called.
Fremantle is expensive. In fact Australia is more expensive than the UK, mainly due to a poor exchange rate.
A book that would cost £25 in UK is probably £33 over here. I found a Bob Dylan vinyl LP on sale for the equivalent of about £45 which is plain ridiculous.
You will all know I'm always listening into conversations or observing people to find material for my blogs. There was a beauty in Fremantle thad had me almost choking with mirth.
We were on a CAT bus. An elderly gentleman who looked to be in his eighties raised his walking stick to tell the bus driver to wait, which he did. Behind him was an elderly lady dressed totally in red. The gentleman sat on a seat whilst the lady asked a rotund man wearing a ridiculously colourful blue shirt to move over so she could sit next to him.
The rotund man in the ridiculously bright shirt was already taking up one and a half seats. She crammed in next to him and he looked very uncomfortable. The amusing thing was that there were free seats everywhere and the little old man and lady just went one stop before getting off.
Before getting the train back to Perth we had some old fashioned fish and chips sitting on the waterside. We know they were old fashioned because it said so on the menu. We get the same thing in this country when traditional fish and chips are advertised. I always wonder just what untraditional fish and chips are like!