Slow start this morning. Had to pack up, and check out of No.82. Headed for Fakenham, stopping for petrol at Tesco's there. Got to Wells-next-the-Sea for a late lunch. The place was rammed, with queues outside the fish and chip shops, so drove on to the beach, about a mile up the road, and had a disappointing lunch in the Beach Cafe. Wandered onto the sands very briefly, as the wind was howling off the North Sea. Back to work in Wells....slow going, as the roads are so narrow I had to park up and walk round half of it!
Driving out of town, we happened upon a herd of llamas being taken for a walk. I wound the window down and complained that the sight had "Nearly set my car allama off!" One bloke laughed, and responded with "Haven't heard that one before..." Aki drove us in to London, getting home around 1930. Ordered a takeaway from the Afghan Kitchen and watched some telly. Inspiring documentary by Frank Gardner, who was shot and paralysed by Al Qaeda terrorists in Riyadh 15 years ago.
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