I seem to have spent the entire weekend washing up. No, thats not quite true, I took a break to do some ironing and mow the grass. I nearly mowed a toad, poor thing was quite scared of the strimmer, bless it.
There was a bit of time to head over to Swaffham Prior, too, where I took a wander around the village – its criss-crossed with little alleyways running between the houses, so everyones back garden has a gate to allow them easy access to the pub and the churches. Theres something creepy about having two nearly identical churches lined up next to each other. Creepier is that one was almost entirely empty, but has obviously been recently restored since the glass is clean and flat. Somehow it feels unholy, like the ruined church in Diablo.
On the way back I thought I’d just head across the fens, I found, and followed, signs to Upware. Its a place buried deep into the wetlands, with only a single track road to get there. Indeed the ‘bumpy road’ sign wasn’t any kind of a lie, I had to slow down to 40 for fear of taking off. These are people, if any, who are entitled to drive 4x4s.