Well, that was a pleasant few days in Norfolk.
I usually prefer to sit alone on the train, but this is obviously not possible when the carriage starts filling up. For part of my outward journey, a small family was sat in the same group of seats as me: a mother and her two daughters. The girls were aged around seven and four, at a guess; the mother looked to be in her mid-forties. All of them were nicely turned out. The older girl was reading a Roald Dahl book, and read a chapter aloud to her mother. The younger girl was mostly looking out of the window, with the mother doing her best to keep her amused; it would have been a long journey for a little girl. The kids were well-behaved, and friendly towards each other and their mother. Given the utterly wretched behaviour of some children and "families" on trains, sitting opposite these three helped restore my faith in humanity a little.
Although it was only a short stay in Cromer, and the weather was mostly dismal, we were able to fit in a visit to Thursford to have a look at the
traction engines, and a nose around
Felbrigg Hall, which is smaller and less ostentatious than some stately homes I've been in.
Because my parents now have broadband, my mother asked me to set up an email address for her. She hasn't had one before, though she's used the Web occasionally.
Return journey was via Cambridge due to engineering works on the line between London Liverpool Street and Norwich, and was thus longer than desirable. This is par for the course at public holidays.
Escaping from Reading over the summer bank holiday means avoiding the noise and chaos caused by the
Reading festival. Given the inclement weather, the festivalgoers had a muddy old time this year.
On my way home from the railway station yesterday evening, as I was waiting to cross the road opposite the Royal Berks, I was approached by two people, a guy and a girl. They looked to be in their early twenties, probably students. He was all in black, with big sunglasses; she looked vaguely hippie-ish. They were carrying a pair of green wellington boots. The conversation went like something this:
Them: "Did you go to the festival?"
Me: "No."
Them: "...oh. Ah well, did you have fun anyway?"
Me: "Yes, I did."
Them: "That's good! We didn't go to the festival either, but we found these wellies."
Me: "...as you do."
Then, there was a break in the traffic, and they legged it across the road, waving goodbye. I waved back.
They had probably been drinking something, or smoking something, or perhaps they were just naturally bonkers. But it was an amusing incident.
Back to work tomorrow. Hooray for short weeks!