Getting there. By rail, the easiest route would have been from Bristol to London Paddington, then by under ground to King's Cross, and then train to King's Lynn. However, I don't like using the under ground, and being disabled the escalators are a danger to me, especially at major stations with lots of people rushing.
My route. I worked out that by going via Birmingham and Ely, I wouldn't lose a lot of time. Although longer, what I lost in journey length, I gained by travelling. If I took the previous route, I would have been at King's Cross for over an hour waiting for my connection. By taking my route, I spent 3/4 hour in the air at Ely, it was very pleasant in the Summer, but not so pleasant the next time; when I did some house sitting for her one Christmas.
The joke. We often joked, that if I was living in Norfolk, she'd never see me. There is so much history in the area, with old churches, and ex-USAAF air bases, I could lose myself for months. Not to mention, Fakenham has a wonderful nature reserve too, the possibilities for photography are endless.
King's Lynn. One day I asked Sarah to take me into KL. She works at the main hospital which is not far from the centre, one day she went to work, and dropped me off at the hospital. The day was beautiful, and sunny, so I didn't take a coat. In mid-afternoon the heavens opened and I got soaked through.
What happened there? While was standing on the harbour, looking across the Lynn River, I saw an old church on the other side of the river. From my vantage point, there was no easy way to get to the church, as it is situated on a mud bank now. At some time, the church was probably the local church for people on that side of the river, but the mud restricted access. As I viewed the church, the idea for my book What happened there? came to mind.