Daddy & Sam's Sunday

Sam was crying at quarter to five, so I went to bring him into Daddy’s bed. I had a BLOODY awful night’s sleep, I always do when Sam’s here as I am always wondering if he’s OK. Of course he is, but my mind won’t accept that.

Up with a jump and we played with the Lego banger track we made yesterday - pits included! Sam insisted on looking on the Internet at gymnastics - seems like his time at Lynnsport yesterday made a real impression. I looked up gymnastics stuff and they run proper courses for children from 4 to 15 years old. When I mentioned it later to Sam’s mummy she agreed. Anyway, Sam was amazed at what some of the “proper” gymnasts can do, and ran round the flat doing his impression of their moves for a while.

The weather looked bright from indoors, so we decided to make progress with our home-made Ferrari. Took it all outside and it was windy with massive dewfall. We went round the corner and were sheltered from the breeze and the sun had dried the grass, so me and Sam sprayed some more parts scarlet - until we ran out of paint, DOH! Still, we have made progress, which our sponsors (in chief, Woodmans) will be pleased about.

We came inside and Sam finished off his slice of Kaci’s birthday cake…..and then it was time to go. Four hours had gone already. The time just bloody flies past. I had prepared my walking stuff including stinky, cow-pooh boots, so we loaded the car and headed off. On the way Sam said he would miss me, which really tugs at the heart strings, but I know it’s not long until we’re together again. Love you Sampants.

Straight from dropping Sam off I drove into the Norfolk countryside for a nice weekend ramble. This time I headed to Morston, which is the place that me and Sam sailed off to see the seals from last year. The walk was great, advertised as 5 miles but actually nearer 6. There were a couple of small stretches along roads, but they were minor distractions. At one point I walked across the end of the runway of the long-defunct RAF Langham, which was both a fighter and bomber station in World War 2. As I walked down the dusty, cracked perry track towards the village of Cockthorpe I looked back and sat down for a few minutes. What a contrast that this remote concrete track, today looking and feeling warm, welcoming, just downright comforting in some ways, during the war would see truckloads of aircrew driven up the very same concrete track, feeling scared, lonely and wondering if they would even see this sight ever again, as they prepared to take off into war. Humbling stuff.

I eventually shook myself out of daydreaming and strolled through Cockthorpe, then took a right turn to follow a stream towards the sea. The path weaved through a nice water meadow, including a cliff! That’s right, a 10 metre cliff in Norfolk, and inland too. During this final part of the walk there were several times that small bunches of geese flapped and squawked around, which reminded me again of RAF Langham and the people who fought a war from there. Heavy, loud, seeming to defy physics to get airborne, these big geese and the old aircraft seem have a lot in common.

Back to the car park and I took a picture of the same boat I snapped as I was setting out. An hour and 55 minutes for the 6 miles. Also worried to notice a Pay & Display sign, which I hadn’t noticed before I set out, thankfully no ticket or clamp, phew. MORSTON QUAY IS PAY AND DISPLAY! From there I set out to Cromer to buy my mum and dad a dressed crab each (they‘d argue over one!), but instead found The Blakeney Crab Shed, a garden shed down a long path, that sells lovely crab - I know, I’ve just eaten mine and considered eating theirs as well…..so short-cut back to the road homeward, and an hour later I was back.

Time to roast a chicken!

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