For my Easter holidays I went to Norfolk with my family. We stayed in a big cottage. It was sunny. Things wot I did:
Paddled in the sea.
Took various arty photos.
Got drunk on very good white wine.
Didn’t get sunburned despite the beautiful weather.
Started learning Norwegian.
Chased a dog.
Didn’t see any Saxon churches.*
Took over several castles.
Called my partner a wide variety of names, mostly because they stopped me taking over even more castles.
Picked up On Chesil Beach. Read a chapter. Put down On Chesil Beach.
Ate too much, repeatedly.
Discussed microbiology, Nelson’s love life, book covers and the importance of foil, trust law, how to get to Ostia, wine regions, windmills and wind turbines, the Parthians and happy sushi… amongst a variety of other topics.
Went for various walks.
Ate quite a few chocolate eggs.
Overall, a rather nice holiday. Now back at…well, nearly full force, but I think I need some motivation! Back and here, anyhow.
*In comparison to last time I was in Norfolk, when I saw seven in one week. They’re apparently quite rare; my opinion after that week was that they’re not rare enough!