went to Norfolk. pretty there.
Jun. 16th, 2011 09:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethI went to dancing :-)
I got all overheated and had to remove my hat :-(
I must get a haircut and buzz the underlayer off again for the summer.
I am still not very good at dancing but I don't hit anyone or crunch or go the wrong direction so I am winning.
On the way home there was a police blocking the road and making a detour from past the UEA at Colney. My employee was sure she knew the route. 25 minutes later we rejoined the A47 at Easton, having detoured past Farm Garage, a Queen's Head, Bawburgh Golf Club, a pub probably the Bell, and the St Athanasius Coptic Orthodox Church. We did not know Norfolk had a Coptic Orthodox Church. Indeed google says it is The only Coptic Orthodox Church in East Anglia: Served by Father Shishoy El Antony. So now we have learned something.
I have also learned on Google roughly where the heck we were. Google maps, though I think things got a bit more complicated. Also the squiggly line doesn't reveal the full interest of a journey spent mostly on those special Norfolk roads where you could fit two cars down them if they were both minis that held their breath, the corners are more like loop the loops, and the trees are tall enough to hide a lorry yet not thick enough to block the sun.
I believe where we went wrong was when we got to the first junction after the Colney detour, where there was a sign which said A47 on the left and Bsomething on the right. My employee chose right. I did point out the A47, but no, apparently we were going a better way.
... for values of better that involve a genuinely scenic route, a few buildings that look like alien landing craft, some scaffolding I'm sure we saw from both sides but my employee said was just very similar scaffolding on a completely different pylong, and discovering that the sign makers had not expected anyone to be approaching that junction from that direction so we couldn't tell we were going but close examination could give us a hint where we'd been.
Fun! :-D
Then we were back on the A47 and it got zoomy again. There was less to remark upon. But there was a sign someone had spraypainted "Where is everyone?" in really little letters. Or, you know, I'm waaaaaay overtired.
We went to Tesco but the daft shop has not any more the soap I use. I hate changing soaps, there's so many ways to be allergic to them. The Pure soap I been using we could not find. Boo.
But I did buy some pancakes and now I eated them.
Happy!
I got all overheated and had to remove my hat :-(
I must get a haircut and buzz the underlayer off again for the summer.
I am still not very good at dancing but I don't hit anyone or crunch or go the wrong direction so I am winning.
On the way home there was a police blocking the road and making a detour from past the UEA at Colney. My employee was sure she knew the route. 25 minutes later we rejoined the A47 at Easton, having detoured past Farm Garage, a Queen's Head, Bawburgh Golf Club, a pub probably the Bell, and the St Athanasius Coptic Orthodox Church. We did not know Norfolk had a Coptic Orthodox Church. Indeed google says it is The only Coptic Orthodox Church in East Anglia: Served by Father Shishoy El Antony. So now we have learned something.
I have also learned on Google roughly where the heck we were. Google maps, though I think things got a bit more complicated. Also the squiggly line doesn't reveal the full interest of a journey spent mostly on those special Norfolk roads where you could fit two cars down them if they were both minis that held their breath, the corners are more like loop the loops, and the trees are tall enough to hide a lorry yet not thick enough to block the sun.
I believe where we went wrong was when we got to the first junction after the Colney detour, where there was a sign which said A47 on the left and Bsomething on the right. My employee chose right. I did point out the A47, but no, apparently we were going a better way.
... for values of better that involve a genuinely scenic route, a few buildings that look like alien landing craft, some scaffolding I'm sure we saw from both sides but my employee said was just very similar scaffolding on a completely different pylong, and discovering that the sign makers had not expected anyone to be approaching that junction from that direction so we couldn't tell we were going but close examination could give us a hint where we'd been.
Fun! :-D
Then we were back on the A47 and it got zoomy again. There was less to remark upon. But there was a sign someone had spraypainted "Where is everyone?" in really little letters. Or, you know, I'm waaaaaay overtired.
We went to Tesco but the daft shop has not any more the soap I use. I hate changing soaps, there's so many ways to be allergic to them. The Pure soap I been using we could not find. Boo.
But I did buy some pancakes and now I eated them.
Happy!