After a wet week, the sun came out to shine on my best friend Rachael’s wedding! The reception was in Blakeney so we took a trip back to North Norfolk (which I love) and joined Rachey and Chris to help celebrate their happy day.
When Rachael saw us, she burst into tears, in fact, I think I made her cry three times in all. I hasten to add that I didn’t tread on her foot or anything horrible, I guess that she was just pleased to see us. I miss Rachey as she lives outside the Norfolk exclusion zone and I don’t get out much, but she is the type of friend who just picks up wherever we left off – however long that is. In my book, that makes her pretty special and I value our friendship for that reason.
Before I forget, she looked absolutely gorgeous!
As we arrived, the Sheringham Shantymen singers were in full force and at the meal, we were treated to something that you just normally don’t see. I think that they were called the Bavarian Brass Band and they were loads of fun and got everyone swaying like they were at a beer fest… here’s a taster.
There was also plenty of Wherry ale on tap to lubricate the party! Let’s raise a glass (or two) to the happy couple!
We visited Brighton for a couple of days to take in the sea air and… well, we visited a few bars anyway and had a great break away from Norwich. Apparently, Brighton had 3 inches of snow the weekend before we travelled down. It was nice and hot for us though and we had brekkie on the beach front.
At long last, Dr Who is back on the telly. I was worried that Catherine Tate would be a bit like Nan or Lauren, but it worked… phew! It did have a couple of signature Tate-isms, but that made it funny and gave it a different feel from the Martha or Rose years. I still miss Martha though.
My plans to come out of hibernation may have been thwarted by the chance of snow coming at the weekend. I love the snow, but this winter has dragged it’s heels without coming up to the mark with proper weather. Why can’t it just snow in one go, with enough snow to make a proper snowball? I am sure that it used to lay properly and last for at least a couple of weeks a few years ago. So Spring sprang for a moment or two and a blackbird began to make a nest in the garden. I think it got spooked as it stopped half way through and went away. Fingers crossed that it’ll come back, so I’ll leave the new build where it is just in case.
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