We’re on holiday again. Destination north. Not Yorkshire, not Scotland, but north Norfolk, of royal patronage, arctic birds and longshore drift.
The forecast? Hot, then cooler... a problem for Mrs H. What clothes to pack? The boot of our SUV bulging with clothing and footwear... plus the contents of fridge and vegetable basket, my boat and outboard were banned. Worse, I was given this solemn warning.
“Don’t pack so much booze this time!”
On the way we passed through Little Snoring. I predicted there would be rather a lot of it as I had filled the spare wheel space! Cheers!
Drew Martyn 6 months ago
Necessity is the mother of finding a space for the alcomahol!!