Saturday.

This afternoon Freja starts her long journey home. If all goes according to plan she should arrive home late tomorrow afternoon. Tiring I should think. We've done the journey ourselves a good many times in the  past - usually crossing the North Sea by car ferry (which no longer runs) then taking two or three days driving across Denmark, and up Sweden, buying stock along the way. In the past the trip  has always more than paid for  itself.  Scandinavia at that time was full of small hotels and farmhouse B.& Bs, and the journey was thoroughly enjoyable, and a  big part of  the holiday. We miss it.

The picture above is by Bryan Haylock, an artist who keeps a small bookshop in town. His pictures , perhaps I should say cartoons, show scenes of the town, feature at the Annual Art Exhibition,  and usually  include what he refers to as 'a local worthy' .  My turn to feature came a few years ago. Ann loved it, and said that we must have it as  "being included in one of Bryan's paintings means that we've arrived and been accepted as a local." Not sure of that (although we'd been here about twenty years then) but I've always rather  liked the painting, so didn't mind having it.  Rather reminds me  of  the  Norfolk saying  that  you're not a local until  you've  got a Granny buried in the churchyard.

Almost lunch time, so must knock off and climb the stairs.