DVT DAYS 200, 201 ,202 & 203
For four days I have suffered WiFi deprivation. Norfolk equals no WiFi and that means no blog for four days. To add insult to injury the weather was exceedingly wet and very windy. So our outing and abouting was somewhat curtailed as we huddled down in our wooden den amidst the fishing lakes at Woodlakes Park. Apart from one drenched heron and several very bedraggled fishermen pushing barrow loads of fishing kit we saw very little signs of life. At one point in the height of the blow the electricity failed and we had to ring a near bye restaurant to make sure it wasn’t just our little hut that had gone dark. They confirmed that it was across the area and then tried to sell us take away.
Our happy little hut look like this:
Due to the dire weather we spent much time reading so I was able to finish my book on media philosophy. A stimulating read and helpful for the preparation I am doing for a conference debate in November. I came out of the read knowing that I am an analogue being living in a digitally dominated world.
Finally the weather eased enough for us to head out for a trip to Kings Lynn. Kings Lynn has of course its own bit of history but it is surrounded by commercial sites and shopping estates. The cobbled streets were almost empty on a Saturday and the wind whipped along the narrow streets and alleys. We took in the historic bits quite quickly and then sheltered in Baguettes to Go with hot chocolate and sausage rolls.
As it starts to rain we head back to the hut and an evening of reading and fuzzy TV. So we get to Sunday and pack up and drive off waving farewell to the hut. The one thing about the Norfolk hut was the mattress, which was hard and supportive. It made me remember our intention to replace our current jelly like one, which apart from being very large is bloody uncomfortable. By strange twist of fate its the A47 all the way, how boring is that. So home and the usual routine kicks in, pack stuff away, wash stuff, tidy stuff, clamber on the bike and sweat stuff before cooking curry and watching football. At least the heating works. Another six months of COVID should just about see me shoot myself. Thankfully there is a letter from a friend waiting to be read over a cup of coffee and work beckons, which will give me stuff to do. I shall plan my week in my home shed and get Christmas under way. I also intend to go to the gym and up the fight against the flab, I’m fed up with my phone telling me I am obese.
