Making plans...

We're expecting CMC sites to open after 4th July, so I have booked 2 nights up at Richmond, suitably distant from residents, as some people may be nervous of visitors.

40,000 dead to the virus in the UK. It will seem surreal when I look back at this in a few years.

Next problem, someone to feed Charlie while I am away.

Coronovirus lockdown

On March 13th I was sent home from work because the office was shutting down, due to the coronovirus pandemic.

A week later the UK lockdown began and all non-essential travel stopped (or at least, was supposed to stop). The CMC shut all its sites until 30th June at the earliest. Although I had considered self-isolating somewhere in the van, thankfully I didn't try as tourist areas soon pleaded for people to stay away, and eventually resorted to roadblocks.

Trips cancelled so far:

• Deepdale Hygge (credit carried forward)
• Gate to Southwell (free entry anyway)
• Bridlington visit
• Folk on the Farm (credit carried to 2021)
• Edinburgh Fringe
• Barmouth with Lou

Remaining - Deepdale Beltane.

But, to keep my spirits up, I always have this happy song (thanks Simon P!)

The Troll Song

North Norfolk - Deepdale SMCF

The weekend started with terrible weather, so after meeting up with Paul, Sue, Jim and Jane, we abandoned plans for a walk and stayed in the van apart from a brief trip out to the courtyard to visit the pizza wagon. The gales kept up all night and only dropped late on Sunday.

Saturday was still wet and blowy, so I got a day rover on the Coastliner bus and hopped to Wells Next the Sea, Walsingham, and Burnham Market. These were charming, bizarre and plastic in that order.

Wells Next the Sea still had traces of its malting and fishery past, and still some old-fashioned independent and traditional shops.










Walsingham was full of churches, icons, pilgrim souvenir shops and seemingly little else. The shrine itself was worth seeing just to marvel at the weirdness.









Burnham Market was a pretty green surrounded by over-priced and snotty boutiques, dining 'experiences' and irrelevant gift shops with about 10 things in (but the fantastic hat shop was a sight).








In the evening we went off to the Jolly Sailors to sit just out of earshot of the bands playing. They all seemed to be singing shanties so it was a narrow escape

Sunday brought blue skies so I drove off to RSPB Titchwell and saw avocets,marsh harriers, shelducks, redshanks, Brent geese, something with a blue bill, and more. Curry for lunch then a quick trip to Old Hunstanton to pick flints up from the beach and a coffee and cake.

In the evening, an early night after all the fresh air and walking.