Friday evening was spent at the Plough, followed by Pizza Express. Not exotic I grant you, but it was fun and one way and another quite a lot of drink got drunk. This included a couple of pints of Grain, an elixir that could possibly bring about world peace. Next up there were pizzas, red wine and something called "Chocolate Glory", an ice cream loosely modelled on the Eiffel Tower. Sue reckoned, just looking at it, could give you heart disease.
Understandably we were a little sluggish Saturday morning. Truth to tell, my head was so anaesthetised you could have knocked a nail in and I would barely have noticed.
One thing I did notice, driving along Low Road towards our destination, was the flooding. Still feeling fuzzy, this did not present a problem. I simply told Sue to drive straight on through.
The plan was to make it to the fen for sunrise. At 7.30 things were looking up; the sky was full of eastern promise and the birds were out practising their formation flying, all to the accompaniment of gunfire: proving once again, that in the countryside, it's never too early to kill some wildlife.
I have to say sunrise was a disappointment, failing to deliver like a few girlfriends I can recall. Not to worry though because I think the early morning adventure did us some good. Particularly enjoyable was a walk through the forest, leading us along a tapestry of fallen, lemon and lime coloured leaves. Unfortunately, after an hour's fresh air we were desperate: desperate for fried food. On reflection Strumpshaw Fen might be best enjoyed with a summer picnic and maybe, a clear head.
Heading back to the car I hatched a plan involving eggs, black pudding, bacon, tomato sauce and tea. I think you can guess how the rest of the day panned out.
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