Early Saturday morning and we're tramping up Sandy Lane, Belton. And everything's hunky dory: muddy and damp maybe, but agreeably mild.
Five minutes later and without a care or plan in the world, we're idling across Caldecott Golf Course, admiring the houses. And that's where we meet the builder: the kind of guy who could sell gas central heating to the devil. We chatted and before you could say Scandinavian lodge, we were being guided round the latest in high tech, low cost living.
Ten minutes in and Sue has the cheque book out ready to sign. The patio doors have been widened, the en-suite halved in size, a bike shed ordered and the South Beach styling agreed. It was only as Sue finished measuring up for curtains that I succeeded in dragging her from the building. As always I am rendered speechless in the face of such pure, unconfined and boundless enthusiasm.
In other surprise news, we also managed to have an enjoyable early morning walk.
Location:Yarmouth Road,Norwich,United Kingdom
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