This really is a flyer. Early morning and just penning a few words between getting back from the Robin Hood Festival yesterday evening
and setting off to Norfolk this morning.
On Saturday I am Toastmaster at the wedding Angela and Richard at Woburn Abbey and then off to Nunnington Hall for the National Trust on Sunday. Phew!
All this rushing around means that I see very little of village life at the moment which is always a great shame as village life is usually a bit of a hoot. Mind you with it being holiday season and many people away things are a bit quiet by all accounts. Although some people have not blames the outbreak of rioting in our major cities on the guy being shot in Tottenham but on the police response to the, and the capture of and subsequent treatment of the Frisby Five allotment raiders.
Whilst on the Isle of Wight I went on another ghost walk. Regular readers may remember the ire and high dudgeon I expressed after the debacle of the walk I went on in York.
This one was better, but still a little like death by ghost walk. It was just too Looooooooooong. The only saving grace was that the bloke could tell a story. He must also have made a PACKET! Nearly a hundred people at £7 a time? Nice work if you can get it. And don't kill them off.
Anyway, I have to go now and set of to the mountainous terrain of South Norfolk.
More next week.
Live Long and be Toastmastered.
