This weekend (27th Jan) we went to our spiritual home of Norwich, the UK’s greatest city. We were there for less than 24 hours, but we crammed a lot (mainly of eating) in to that short time.
Rosalind opened the door to the place we stayed in and almost fell head first down the stairs. It was a lovely, boutique underground bunker, with an unfortunate penchant for attracting spiders.
Four years ago Rosalind, Juliette and I attended our first Danceitation. We loved it, and have been keen to do another one since. It is what it sounds like; a cross between dancing and meditation. This was Ross’s first one, and it seems like he liked it. He was the swooping king.
A mere two hours later we joined our friends Cordelia and Pete for lunch in The Crown in Pulham Market . Ros and Juliette had the trimmings of a roast, and Ross and I had goats cheese frittatas.
A fantastic time was had by all, and despite the briefness of the visit, we all felt refreshed and energised by our time in The Finest City in England.