Monday, 14 June 2010

March is buzzing

Fantastic little market town with an amazing little museum. Market days are Saturday and Wednesday and I pigged out off of the shellfish stall (the thing I really miss about Norfolk is the readily available supply of fish and shellfish); Lesley and I buying up crab, scallops, prawns, crevettes and cockles.

Later on in the day they had a "Dad's Army" fete. Unfortunately the, again limited, town moorings are 36 hour which, if you think about it, means 24 hour. So we had to leave at lunchtime in order to find another mooring (the're not exactly ten a penny!).
As you can see, this is not the ideal mooring for Daisy so we, collectively, volunteered Graham to take Daisy out for some exercise in her harness.
I think you can tell that drink has been taken and that G is far happier than she who must be obeyed!!
Oh dear.
Needless to say, I took pity on her and, nervously, let her out under supervision and unencumbered for a while.

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