Unusually I’m writing this blog post in the morning. The reason – Hurricane Ophelia (the remains of) has cast an eerie yellow/grey light, the trees are shedding leaves like there’s no tomorrow, the sun is filtering orange/red through the cloud and all I have a desire to do is hunker down with a cuppa and comforting autumn projects.
I’m relieved this weather event is happening now and not, last week, while we were away visiting Margaret in Norfolk. We didn’t see much sun while we were there but we did have lovely chilled time and managed to catch up with our daughter and son-in-law, the gappers, who were in the East of England.
Becky and Paul timed their visit, principally, for Aaron’s celebration of his successful completion of the officer training course at RAF College Cranwell. We’re all very proud of him and pleased he’s now settled into RAF life in Northumberland.
Following our day with Becky and Paul, when we celebrated her birthday (a happy coincidence) with a pub lunch and a cream tea courtesy of Margaret, we visited Ely Cathedral, a couple of neighbouring churches – the first in Norfolk and the second, across the border in Suffolk – and a favourite of Eric’s, RSBP’s Lakenheath Fen. The wind, on the day we visited the RSBP location, was such that it kept all the little birds sheltering. They were not tempted to come out and be seen.
The journey from Norfolk to the South West is a long one and we usually stop half way to stretch our legs and have a bite to eat. This time, following on from last year’s very interesting tour of the garden, we picked up tickets to visit the house at Waddesdon Manor.
My knuckles were rapped for taking a photo of an artwork in the gallery where photography wasn’t permitted. I hadn’t remembered the instruction given at the beginning of our visit and felt like a naughty child. The artwork in question, Pearly Queen of Shoreditch, was by Ann Carrington who portrayed our Queen, stamp-like, in pearly buttons and sequins.