Some good friends of ours are visiting Norfolk for a few days, so we are expecting them to drop in to see us at some stage this afternoon. My wife and her two sons are joining her father for a portion of the Winter Poppyline walk that he is doing today, so the two events are almost guaranteed to clash. This morning and early afternoon are spent cleaning and tidying in preparation for our visitors, and then I drive my wife and her sons over to Sheringham (where they are meeting up with my wife’s father). I return to Southrepps to find that our friends have arrived (as predicted) and are esconced in the Vernon Arms. I join them for a pint or two of Abbot Ale and a chat, and then they drive on to find their accommodation near Fakenham.
The walkers arrive back at our cottage just after 8pm, having walked 12 miles (her father, who is made of sterner stuff, has already walked 36 miles and continues walking a further 14 miles!).