Showing posts with label norfolk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label norfolk. Show all posts
Sunday, 9 September 2012
Saturday, 8 September 2012
Saturday is Caption Day
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside
Oh I do like to be beside the sea
You get my drift right?
Today's caption opportunity comes to you courtesy of the Sheringham art trail.
Caption at will!
And then go here -> Mammasaurus
And caption some more.
Oh I do like to be beside the sea
You get my drift right?
Today's caption opportunity comes to you courtesy of the Sheringham art trail.
Caption at will!
And then go here -> Mammasaurus
And caption some more.
Friday, 7 September 2012
Capture the Norfolk Colour
We spent the last week of the school holidays in Norfolk, land of big skies, Cromer crabs and some of the countries loveliest beaches. In the same week I was tagged by BavarianSojourn to join in with 'Capture the Colour', with the colours being red, green, white, yellow and blue. This was originally a competition held by TravelSupermarket.com which is now closed (!) but you can still go and see the stunning travel photography of the winners.
I love that little bundle of red huddled up against the unseasonal chilly wind.
.JPG "Huddle of red")
Why the variations in colour and texture of seaweed surprise me I do not know but this lime green variety caught my eye on Cromer beach.
After a hard days crabbing there is nothing like a glass of chilled white sauvignon blanc to help you unwind.
.JPG "Unwinding")
I am astonished at how many months of child benefit I would have to save to be able to afford a beach hut so in the meantime I will aspire to a bright yellow one, just like this.
And given Norfolk is the land of big skies I had to include one of the sky. I was very lucky to see a big blue sky, and how fortunate that The Wee One was wearing blue on that day too.
I'm certain that you have got some colourful shots from the summer holidays, so why not join in and stretch out your summer holidays with photo memories.
I love that little bundle of red huddled up against the unseasonal chilly wind.
.JPG "Huddle of red")
Why the variations in colour and texture of seaweed surprise me I do not know but this lime green variety caught my eye on Cromer beach.
After a hard days crabbing there is nothing like a glass of chilled white sauvignon blanc to help you unwind.
.JPG "Unwinding")
I am astonished at how many months of child benefit I would have to save to be able to afford a beach hut so in the meantime I will aspire to a bright yellow one, just like this.
And given Norfolk is the land of big skies I had to include one of the sky. I was very lucky to see a big blue sky, and how fortunate that The Wee One was wearing blue on that day too.
Monday, 3 September 2012
365project Week 35
We packed this last week of the school holidays full, topping up the holiday memories to overflowing, by visiting a local car fair and fantasizing about which car we would like, by pretending they were locked behind huge iron gates (okay, that was my fantasy), catching up on some movie watching (my favourite characters from Toy Story are the aliens) and heading to Norfolk for a few days break.
Beaches, crabbing, beaches, pub lunches, beaches, walking, ice creams, beaches. As much time outdoors as we could possibly fit into 5 days, despite some gloomy weather. They love the beach and will inevitably get soaked, by rain or sea. It was a much needed break to a place we love, where we can instantly relax and recharge. Of course I left with a fantasy about packing up and living there, imagining a career near the sea, the children spending all summer on the beach, and the dog permanently wet from chasing balls into the sea.
I think I found a little bit of me in Norfolk that I have been missing. I'm working on the theory that if I keep going back I'll find even more of me again.
Joining in with The Boy and Me.
If you would like to see any of this weeks photos in more detail, head over to my 365project.
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
AA Box 530
To anyone who visits the North Norfolk Coast, this will be a familiar sight.
This Automobile Association 1950's box, it is an official grade II listed building, and is located on the A149 at Brancaster.We pass it regularly on our trips along the coast, marking the turning to one of our favourite beaches.
To me it looks quite comical, planted so pompously and with such arrogance in, well, a layby. And it's purpose was to simply house a telephone. I can only think that back in the day, the membership fees for the AA were more than adequate to cover costs and provide a generous profit, so their accountant came up with a plan to spend some capital. Actually I'm surprised there isn't a turret. And a moat.
It now stands as a relic to days gone by, when you would have a nice shiny badge to put on your car, advertising your membership credentials and a key hanging off your keyfob to grant you access to the inner sanctum of the AA box.
The equivalent today? Well that would be your mobile phone.
Joining in with The Gallery and the them of Planes, Trains and Automobiles.
This Automobile Association 1950's box, it is an official grade II listed building, and is located on the A149 at Brancaster.We pass it regularly on our trips along the coast, marking the turning to one of our favourite beaches.
To me it looks quite comical, planted so pompously and with such arrogance in, well, a layby. And it's purpose was to simply house a telephone. I can only think that back in the day, the membership fees for the AA were more than adequate to cover costs and provide a generous profit, so their accountant came up with a plan to spend some capital. Actually I'm surprised there isn't a turret. And a moat.
It now stands as a relic to days gone by, when you would have a nice shiny badge to put on your car, advertising your membership credentials and a key hanging off your keyfob to grant you access to the inner sanctum of the AA box.
The equivalent today? Well that would be your mobile phone.
Joining in with The Gallery and the them of Planes, Trains and Automobiles.
Saturday, 29 October 2011
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
The Gallery - Faces
Didn't we have a lovely time the day we went to ... Hunstanton.
Grandma and Grandad by the sea live there. As opposed to Grandma and Grandad who don't. The 'by the sea' is the differentiating point. Isn't it confusing for children to have Grandparents that are called the same thing? I suppose that it is possible one set of Grandparents like to be called Nana and Grandad and the other might prefer Grandma and Grandpa. Or the children may sadly only have one set of Grandparents. However, in our house they like to be called the same, so we have to differentiate by adding 'by the sea' to one set. Confusingly, this set can't seem to get it right. 10 out of 10 for effort but the Birthday and Christmas cards are always signed Grandma and Grandad 'at the seaside'. After almost 7 years you would have thought they could get it right.
*sigh of exasperation*
We visit Hunstanton regularly. We know every inch of the sand and every ice cream stall along the promenade. And we love Wiley, the Wash Monster. Particularly his shark-like grin.
He is an amphibious vehicle driving up to the wall to collect passengers and then driving into the sea to chug along the coast. He is amazing and really captures the children's imagination. As yet we haven't been for a ride. Small children and water are not a great combination and until the Wee One is bigger we wont go. But to be honest, the excitement is seeing him rise out of the water and drive up the beach. If you were sat on his deck you wouldn't have the same view so I don't feel like we've missed out.
Next summer we will go for a ride. Definitely.
I'm joining in with the Stick Fingers Gallery theme of faces. Go over and say Hi.
Grandma and Grandad by the sea live there. As opposed to Grandma and Grandad who don't. The 'by the sea' is the differentiating point. Isn't it confusing for children to have Grandparents that are called the same thing? I suppose that it is possible one set of Grandparents like to be called Nana and Grandad and the other might prefer Grandma and Grandpa. Or the children may sadly only have one set of Grandparents. However, in our house they like to be called the same, so we have to differentiate by adding 'by the sea' to one set. Confusingly, this set can't seem to get it right. 10 out of 10 for effort but the Birthday and Christmas cards are always signed Grandma and Grandad 'at the seaside'. After almost 7 years you would have thought they could get it right.
*sigh of exasperation*
We visit Hunstanton regularly. We know every inch of the sand and every ice cream stall along the promenade. And we love Wiley, the Wash Monster. Particularly his shark-like grin.
He is an amphibious vehicle driving up to the wall to collect passengers and then driving into the sea to chug along the coast. He is amazing and really captures the children's imagination. As yet we haven't been for a ride. Small children and water are not a great combination and until the Wee One is bigger we wont go. But to be honest, the excitement is seeing him rise out of the water and drive up the beach. If you were sat on his deck you wouldn't have the same view so I don't feel like we've missed out.
Next summer we will go for a ride. Definitely.
I'm joining in with the Stick Fingers Gallery theme of faces. Go over and say Hi.
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
How not to have a perfect family afternoon on the beach, and other helpful holiday tips.
Rarely do I feel the red-faced burning embarassment that I felt recently on Brancaster Beach.
The last time was on a return flight from Barcelona with the Big One at about 6 months old. He started screaming as soon as the fasten seat belt sign was illuminated. I assumed it was a reaction to changing air pressure, and having read the books, I knew the best thing to do was feed him. I tried a bottle at first which he had just started taking, but when his thrashing about became a little too violent, I switched to breast foolishly believing he would settle down. Several bruises and bite wounds later a fellow passenger offered boiled sweets.
Erm, thanks but he is a bit too young.
As we landed, he quietened down nuzzling against my neck ready for a little doze. Great timing buddy. Have you ever tried to get out of a plane holding a baby whilst trying not to wake him? Screaming all through baggage claim and to the bus stop to get our car was the longest walk ever. Again he just settled down as we were about to get on the bus. Predictably the screaming started again.
At this point I was beyond embarrassment. Or so I thought. A lady on the bus said, "Were you just on the Barcelona flight?" A weak nod from me. "Yes, I thought I recognised the screaming." Cringe.
So to Brancaster.
As we got out the car with all the bags, wind breaks, towels, buckets, spades, fishing nets, picnic, I asked, "Does anyone need the loo?"
Having spotted the toilets just by the car park and knowing we would have a trek to find somewhere to sit I thought it would be a good idea to get that little job out of the way.
"No"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes"
"Really sure?"
"YES ALREADY"
"Okay".
A 15 minute hike later we settle down and start erecting wind breaks, laying picnic blankets, unpacking picnic and the Big One says, (you so know what's coming dont you?) "I need a wee".
"*^%$"***"
"Okay, Come on." Pauses for a second.
"Princess, you come too because I don't want to have to take you in 10 minutes."
"No"
"Yes, come on. You can play when we get back."
"No"
"Now come on. You must need to go and it wont take long."
I should have conceeded but my blood was already boiling because the Big One should have gone before, so I stupidly (stubbornly) decided that the Princess was going to the toilet and nothing, but nothing, was going to stop that happening.
"Come on. You are coming with me."
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
I took her hand and tried to steer her in the right direction.
"NOOOOOOO"
At this point I remembered how easily sound travels across that beach. Glancing at other families nearby, I realised we were fast becoming a spectacle.
"Princess. Come with me now."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Considering what would be more embarrassing and making the wrong decision, I passed the opportunity of giving in and looking like a mother who had no control over her children, to instead, looking like a screaming fishwife Mother who had no control over her children. I physically picked her up, and yes, she was upside down for a little bit, and manhandled her across several hundred yards of peaceful, playful, family smothered beach with her screaming all the way. Yes heads turned, fingers were pointed and visions of social services turning up were at the forefront of my mind. I prayed she would actually scream "No MUMMY" so that observers would know that I wasn't abducting a little girl from the beach.
And no, she didn't have a wee when we got there.
On the way back, we passed another family. They were sipping Rose wine from glasses. They were playing boules. They were running through the shallow water laughing and splashing. They were the perfect Boden family. I was expecting the director to step out and say "Can we try that again, ladies and gentlemen" and makeup ladies and hairdressers would step out and adjust their perfectly tousled sun-bleached blonde hair and I wanted to weep. George and Henry and Fruitella and Nutella (as I christened them) wouldn't scream or shout or stamp their feet or embarrass Mama or Papa. I studied my feet on the walk back to our spot.
The next spectacle (you didn't honestly think there would be only one did you?) was trying to invite/cajol the Wee One out of the water having failed to dress him appropriately in anything even remotely resembling beach attire. His nornal nappy swelled to the size of a small infaltable whale, his shorts drooped sorrowfully round his ankles and his t-shirt would be best thrown in the bin. Much screaming later (and I mean much, like 15 minutes of full on toddler tantrum on a quiet beach so the sound is magnified 10 fold) we undressed him and partially reclothed him just a sweatshirt lest he should suffer hypothermia.
I hid behind the windbreak shamefaced and mortified at how loud and screamy my family was, wondering how we had got to this stage? Repentent and stunned at my stupidity for being so darn stubborn, I vowed to relax and let the urchins run and be free and if they needed a wee, well so be it. If they ran into the water fully clothed, to provide warm clothing only when their lips went blue.
And then the Wee One did a poo, on the sand, in front of the Boden catalogue family. And I shreaked (out loud) "Oh no, he's having a sh*t".
We went home soon after.
And if you happened to be there, sorry for disturbing your afternoon.
Monday, 5 September 2011
The Great School Holiday Challenge - Week 6
I can't quite believe it but, yes, *checks calendar* I think we may have survived the school holidays.
And, *double checks calendar* it seems to have gone bloomin' fast.
Okay there was a week in the middle there, when we had cabin fever and there was a potentially large risk of developing a wee drinking problem (Me that is. Not the kids), but all in all it wasn't that bad. Even my Mummy Mojo made a brief appearance, sufficient to get through dull, wet, long, boring days, of which there were a few. But the fact that the last 2 weeks of the holiday were packed with visitors and Daddy was home so we could get away, was a fantastic finish to the summer, running on beaches, drinking with friends and eating lovely grub.
So here it is, the last week on the holidays and the point at which I have to find something else to write about!
Day 36: Lunch with Grandma at Strada was a bit of a wrestling match with the Wee One. Little houdini managed to climb out of the highchair despite a harness and had me eating my scallop risotto one handed through much of it. Only ice cream captured his attention sufficiently to sit still for more than 30 seconds. One bowl of ice cream later and normal houdini-ness was back in force. I think the waitress found it the most irritating. Tripping over a toddler with a tray of drinks was probably not the highlight of her day.
Day 37: A low flying Lancaster bomber passed over our garden. Not an everyday accurance so it got me wondering what it was doing there, and then I remembered that there was the annual Stamford Car Fair in town. So we toddled off to have a gander at some rather gorgeous cars. The Big One was rather taken with the long line of Ferraris whereas I prefered the 50's 60's and 70's classics like Cadillac, Camper Vans and a particularly lovely E-type. Ill-prepared as I was, I forgot my camera and my phone battery died half way round so next year I'll be getting there a bit earlier with a full compliment of photography equipment and batteries.
Day 38: Well we couldn't have a week go by and not go to Burghley now could we? I really ought to read the local paper because if I had, I would have known about the Car Fair and I would have also known about the Fine Foods Fair at Burghley and not bothered making dull tuna sandwiches when we could have enjoyed some lovely sausages and burgers from some of our local farms. The aromas drifting from their stalls was pretty darn good but instead we went for a couple of icecream cupcakes from the Stamford Cupcake Company. A quick jaunt around the Sculpture gardens and a dipping of the toes into the water gardens and a lovely day was had by all.
Day 39: Now the Big One is a bit of a Cars fan so when we heard that Cars 2 was coming out this summer he was rather excited. Today was the big day and Daddy took him to see it at the Stamford Arts Centre. Two hours later and Daddy passed it off with a noncommital shrug whereas the Big One thought it rocked. The highlight apparently was when Mater blew raspberry's at the baddies.
Day 40: Whoo Hoo. Norfolk here we come. My parents live in Hunstanton so we took them up on their offer of staying for a couple of days and using their house as a base for day trips further along the North Norfolk coast, a particular family favourite. To be honest we would have prefered to have stayed somewhere on our own but beggars and all that so Hunstanton it was. We got there in time to have lunch at the Jolly Sailors in Brancastor which is just lovely. They have a garden with a large climbing frame and slide for the kids, a pizza oven and a generally nice menu.
With full tummies we hit the beach there and had acres of space to run around in. It was low tide and the sea was about a mile out but there are enough creeks to paddle in to feel like you are dipping a toe in the sea. Sand dunes behind you and a vast beach in front of you make for happy children. There is a ship wreck on the beach which I thought I would wander out to see. the Mr said that it would take 30 minutes to get there and I would have to cross a creek, but undetered I headed off. The *ahem* creek was more like a river and not having brought a dingy I got no further than this:
which did actually take about 30 minutes. But with the fresh sea air and the sun on my face it was pretty darn nice.
Day 41: A stroll with the dog in the morning landed us at Boston Square Sensory Garden. A little hidden gem that in the height of summer would have looked stunning. As it was, it was still very pretty.
We packed a picnic and headed for Well-Next-The-Sea which, from previous visits I remembered as being another lovely beach. Disappointingly (it was now September after all) the wind was a tad brisk. Sheltered behind a groyne, we huddled up and watch braver souls having a paddle. The Wee One, oblivious to the wind, just wanted to get wet so we let him run around until his teeth chattered and then went home for fish and chips.
Day 42: After a round of crazy golf and icecream in Sunny Hunny, we decided to go back to Brancaster. I suppose, given it was a sunny day and the wind had died down and it was a Friday and the last weekend of the Summer Holidays, we should have expected more people. Surprise! More people. But Brancaster beach at low tide is big enough to accomodate huge crowds so we still managed to find a spot to claim as our own. It may have been tiredness, it may have been because we had to trek further to get a spot, it may have been because we knew we were going home that evening, but it was not quite the joyful, carefree afternoon I had envisaged. Instead we were the family from hell and I'm sure I heard applause when we left.
Day 43: This weekend we were house guests of friends in Hitchin. Having just written a post about house guests I was determined that we should be helpful, good company and not in the least bit demanding. Our hostess is a testimony in how to relax when you have guests, effortlessly accommodating young children, and whipping up nibbles with not even a hint of a sigh. We relaxed and had a lovely afternoon and evening, drinking too much and having a splendid time. We have missed our friends.
I *cough* may have been a little tipsy when I took this photo
Day 44: The remaining dribble of vodka in the bottle was a sorrowful reminder of why we felt so crap. I had to return to bed after my 'breakfast' of flat coke and the Mr had 3 (count them) attempts at staying vertical. Not even a gorgeous Sunday roast was enough to rouse him. Oh well, the price you pay.
And that, dear readers is the last installment of our Great Summer Holiday Challenge.
We thank you x
And, *double checks calendar* it seems to have gone bloomin' fast.
Okay there was a week in the middle there, when we had cabin fever and there was a potentially large risk of developing a wee drinking problem (Me that is. Not the kids), but all in all it wasn't that bad. Even my Mummy Mojo made a brief appearance, sufficient to get through dull, wet, long, boring days, of which there were a few. But the fact that the last 2 weeks of the holiday were packed with visitors and Daddy was home so we could get away, was a fantastic finish to the summer, running on beaches, drinking with friends and eating lovely grub.
So here it is, the last week on the holidays and the point at which I have to find something else to write about!
Day 36: Lunch with Grandma at Strada was a bit of a wrestling match with the Wee One. Little houdini managed to climb out of the highchair despite a harness and had me eating my scallop risotto one handed through much of it. Only ice cream captured his attention sufficiently to sit still for more than 30 seconds. One bowl of ice cream later and normal houdini-ness was back in force. I think the waitress found it the most irritating. Tripping over a toddler with a tray of drinks was probably not the highlight of her day.
Day 37: A low flying Lancaster bomber passed over our garden. Not an everyday accurance so it got me wondering what it was doing there, and then I remembered that there was the annual Stamford Car Fair in town. So we toddled off to have a gander at some rather gorgeous cars. The Big One was rather taken with the long line of Ferraris whereas I prefered the 50's 60's and 70's classics like Cadillac, Camper Vans and a particularly lovely E-type. Ill-prepared as I was, I forgot my camera and my phone battery died half way round so next year I'll be getting there a bit earlier with a full compliment of photography equipment and batteries.
Day 38: Well we couldn't have a week go by and not go to Burghley now could we? I really ought to read the local paper because if I had, I would have known about the Car Fair and I would have also known about the Fine Foods Fair at Burghley and not bothered making dull tuna sandwiches when we could have enjoyed some lovely sausages and burgers from some of our local farms. The aromas drifting from their stalls was pretty darn good but instead we went for a couple of icecream cupcakes from the Stamford Cupcake Company. A quick jaunt around the Sculpture gardens and a dipping of the toes into the water gardens and a lovely day was had by all.
Day 39: Now the Big One is a bit of a Cars fan so when we heard that Cars 2 was coming out this summer he was rather excited. Today was the big day and Daddy took him to see it at the Stamford Arts Centre. Two hours later and Daddy passed it off with a noncommital shrug whereas the Big One thought it rocked. The highlight apparently was when Mater blew raspberry's at the baddies.
Day 40: Whoo Hoo. Norfolk here we come. My parents live in Hunstanton so we took them up on their offer of staying for a couple of days and using their house as a base for day trips further along the North Norfolk coast, a particular family favourite. To be honest we would have prefered to have stayed somewhere on our own but beggars and all that so Hunstanton it was. We got there in time to have lunch at the Jolly Sailors in Brancastor which is just lovely. They have a garden with a large climbing frame and slide for the kids, a pizza oven and a generally nice menu.
With full tummies we hit the beach there and had acres of space to run around in. It was low tide and the sea was about a mile out but there are enough creeks to paddle in to feel like you are dipping a toe in the sea. Sand dunes behind you and a vast beach in front of you make for happy children. There is a ship wreck on the beach which I thought I would wander out to see. the Mr said that it would take 30 minutes to get there and I would have to cross a creek, but undetered I headed off. The *ahem* creek was more like a river and not having brought a dingy I got no further than this:
which did actually take about 30 minutes. But with the fresh sea air and the sun on my face it was pretty darn nice.
Day 41: A stroll with the dog in the morning landed us at Boston Square Sensory Garden. A little hidden gem that in the height of summer would have looked stunning. As it was, it was still very pretty.
We packed a picnic and headed for Well-Next-The-Sea which, from previous visits I remembered as being another lovely beach. Disappointingly (it was now September after all) the wind was a tad brisk. Sheltered behind a groyne, we huddled up and watch braver souls having a paddle. The Wee One, oblivious to the wind, just wanted to get wet so we let him run around until his teeth chattered and then went home for fish and chips.
Day 42: After a round of crazy golf and icecream in Sunny Hunny, we decided to go back to Brancaster. I suppose, given it was a sunny day and the wind had died down and it was a Friday and the last weekend of the Summer Holidays, we should have expected more people. Surprise! More people. But Brancaster beach at low tide is big enough to accomodate huge crowds so we still managed to find a spot to claim as our own. It may have been tiredness, it may have been because we had to trek further to get a spot, it may have been because we knew we were going home that evening, but it was not quite the joyful, carefree afternoon I had envisaged. Instead we were the family from hell and I'm sure I heard applause when we left.
Day 43: This weekend we were house guests of friends in Hitchin. Having just written a post about house guests I was determined that we should be helpful, good company and not in the least bit demanding. Our hostess is a testimony in how to relax when you have guests, effortlessly accommodating young children, and whipping up nibbles with not even a hint of a sigh. We relaxed and had a lovely afternoon and evening, drinking too much and having a splendid time. We have missed our friends.
I *cough* may have been a little tipsy when I took this photo
Day 44: The remaining dribble of vodka in the bottle was a sorrowful reminder of why we felt so crap. I had to return to bed after my 'breakfast' of flat coke and the Mr had 3 (count them) attempts at staying vertical. Not even a gorgeous Sunday roast was enough to rouse him. Oh well, the price you pay.
And that, dear readers is the last installment of our Great Summer Holiday Challenge.
We thank you x
Wednesday, 13 July 2011
The Gallery - Travel
Tara's prompt this week for The Gallery is Travel which was a great excuse to browse through some old pictures for inspiration.
There was the memorable trip to Indonesia with two friends, one of whom wanted to really experience the country, the other who just wanted a hot shower. I was so with the latter. The former was set upon by a pack of monkeys while she tried to get a photo of an iguana. The monkeys were more intent on the contents of her backpack than her fortunately. Several hours later by the pool where friend 2 had spent the afternoon sipping G&Ts (sensible), we wrote to the insurance company explaining that her camera was somewhere up a tree in a reserve in Bali and should the camera be retrieved we would provide photographic evidence of the attack.
The Kenyan safari was another experience that was exceptional in its beauty and wildlife. Eight rolls of film, more hours in a jeep than I could count and a very numb bum, I would go back in a heartbeat.
But at this point in my life, travel for me is all about my kids and giving them the experiences that they will remember hopefully for more than one sleep.
So here is a shot of the Big One (on the left) and friend for their first ride on the top deck of an old fashioned bus in Norfolk clutching his newest, bestest toy, a shiny tractor.
He still remembers how scratchy the seats were!
There was the memorable trip to Indonesia with two friends, one of whom wanted to really experience the country, the other who just wanted a hot shower. I was so with the latter. The former was set upon by a pack of monkeys while she tried to get a photo of an iguana. The monkeys were more intent on the contents of her backpack than her fortunately. Several hours later by the pool where friend 2 had spent the afternoon sipping G&Ts (sensible), we wrote to the insurance company explaining that her camera was somewhere up a tree in a reserve in Bali and should the camera be retrieved we would provide photographic evidence of the attack.
The Kenyan safari was another experience that was exceptional in its beauty and wildlife. Eight rolls of film, more hours in a jeep than I could count and a very numb bum, I would go back in a heartbeat.
But at this point in my life, travel for me is all about my kids and giving them the experiences that they will remember hopefully for more than one sleep.
So here is a shot of the Big One (on the left) and friend for their first ride on the top deck of an old fashioned bus in Norfolk clutching his newest, bestest toy, a shiny tractor.
He still remembers how scratchy the seats were!
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