Park, Park, Park & Park

C seems to have fractured a bone in his thumb. It happened 10 days ago, when he went over the handle bars of his bike.  Although he's had some pain, it did slow him down from kayaking in Norfolk.  But today, a "maybe we should just get a quick xray" thought led to 3 hours at the hospital.

At mile 4 of 9, with At Martha's in the background. She did leg 2 of 18, covering the whole trail. 

A stop at Holmes Dunes and beach, before the drive back south to London.

At Old Hunstanton. And then in for a dip in the twilight.

With Steve, the paddle board and kayak champ of Hunstanton.

At Houghton Hall. An installation on the grounds.

...to paddle board on the Great Wash.

Apparently, 40 Americans were killed in a great flood in Hunstanton, where we're staying, in 1953. Hence the flag next to the war memorial.

To see Michael and Helen, on our way up to Norfolk.

...with the Hampton-Turners.

...taking on Pirbright Road.  Lucy and D.

...still lives in a post lockdown world.

C, Max and Connor, in the back yard pre fireworks.

Epic fireworks to take to a neighbour's back yard.

Our lockdown anniversary dinner, in the most romantic of spots- my shed.