Monday.

Yesterday afternoon drove up to Dunston Hall (a few miles south of Norwich) where we'd been invited by our friends Derek and Cath to a party to celebrate their twenty fifth wedding anniversary. The building is an impressive Victorian copy (1859) of an Elizabethan great house. It's now a hotel/ golf club.   They held a renewal of their marriage vows in the chapel, then we had an evening meal in a large private room. The meal was EXCELLENT, and the service was very good indeed. The staff were young, obviously carefully chosen, well trained, and very efficient. It's always a pleasure to meet the extended family of old friends, and to feel you almost know them already (and to find they know you) by reputation. One particularly pleasant surprise - took the above photo on our way into the Hall, and later realised that the young lady in the bottom right of the photograph was, in fact, a friend whom we'd not seen for a few years and rather lost touch with. She recognised us instantly, and was very pleased to renew the aquaintance. Since we'd last seen her, she'd changed partners (as the youngsters do - we'd heard of this via the grapevine) and had two children (which we hadn't heard about). It was lovely to see her again, and to meet her new bloke / partner / husband - I do find the nomenclature (?) of relationships a little difficult these days, and have to tread warily. Still - it's their pigeon.
We left the party a little after nine, drove home by the light of a glorious full moon riding high in a wide, clear, Norfolk, sky. Got home about ten- twenty, and went straight up to bed, leaving this blog till today, which has been a very busy one. Goodnight All.