1. A peacock lords himself over a collection of tractors. “Mine,” we voice with a mimed wingspan.
1b. John kinda wants to go to the diner so we do and it’s kinda good. The people are friendly, the food is mediocre but comforting and I score some power for my phone.
1c. John makes the mistake of asking about soil, and gets a lecture on top soil, humus and mineral content for the next half hour. I think it’s fairly informative but accept it’s probably not my most scintillating subject matter.
1c. We pass a place called Catfield. I want to go to there.
2. A proud dad shoes us the ropes (literally).
2b. It’s cheap and cheerful but also better than we’d thought – the bed is long enough and the sofa good enough for lazing.
2c. Stress levels are high but two lovely people help pull us into a mooring space.
3. The walk to Neatishead feels farther than I’d thought because I worry we’re going the wrong way but it’s oh so quiet and pretty.
3b. The pub is very nice – modern and monied. A timid teddybear of a dog comes by. A man eats a chip off the floor. We move to the snug – and it is snug: I sit in a very grand chair and nearly fall asleep. We laugh out of tiredness over dinner – which is very good.
3c. The walk back to the boat in the dark goes quickly and waiting below the sign pointing us home sits a friendly, half-tailed ginger cat. As soon as I see her, I switch off my torch and beckon her over – she comes running.
3d. The bed is as cosy as the snug.
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