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Day 13

In a moment of 'skoon frantic' (as my Dad would call it), I hoisted my bag up without adequate knee/arm prep and my back shouted "ouch!" Given that it was early morning and I had to catch my train to Norwich, I let it slide - even though it hurt. For the reward of getting to Norwich as planned, would be the Weber family waiting for me on the other side.


And they did not disappoint.


Country side dodgem cars with Uncle Ed, baking with Aunty Lynne, cricket with Dan, long overdue catch up with Tim and even a running Whatsapp commentary with Chris who was on a coach back to Cardiff.


A little more family time squeezed into this two week business travel trip. Yay!


By the time midnight rolled in, I was moeg. But my tank was full with new, rich memories of Norfolk - not forgetting the tastes of the day: cranberry, raisin and pumpkin seed bread, spinach-creamcheese-leek-bacon swirls, crispy fried chicken wings and coconut tart. 


I reshuffled a few things in my bag, in preparation for the day, tomorrow and then took the express train to Dreamland, the minute my head hit the pillow. I suspect that it may be a while before I have a bed to myself, with 5 straight hours of sleep and a Winnie the Pooh duvet cover all at the same time! 


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