People ask me,"Were you grumpy as a youngster?" Not sure really, but I was definitely agitated around eleven o'clock last Thursday. Maybe it was all down to Simon Cowell, cancelling on me at the last moment.
Desperate to get out the house, Sue and I took the road to nowhere, better known to you lot as Halvergate. The drive's worth it just for that blind summit: you know the one on Branch Road, just after you've turned off the Acle Strait. Meet a transporter at the top and you'd be in a ditch at the side of the road till after New Year.
Opening the car door, outside Wickhampton Church and everything picked up. The sky was a cold blue; the air crisper than a nasal spray and the only noise - a lone farmer giving it plenty on his tractor.
Ever heard of Andrew John Lees? Seems he's the guy who saved Halvergate marshes by campaigning against plans to turn the Norfolk wetlands into vast prairies of cereal production. With him in mind we set off across the marshes: Sue trying to photograph the birds and me getting down and dirty on an impassable, mud-bound bridle way.
By three o'clock the mist was forming, the dykes were iced and the sun had clocked off for the day. No matter cos we were energised, the endorphins released - witness Sue singing and traversing the path "Strictly " style as we headed back to the car.
Tips: this would be one great place to cycle in the summer, because there are paths leading off everywhere. It's also a good place to calm down. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
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