It was 40 years ago, we were on holiday in Norfolk in a rented cottage - a really old thatched affair that had all the proper trimming. Whitewashed walls and a lovely apple orchard. It was walking distance from Barton Broad and Neatishead village, Admiral Horatio Nelson spent time here in his youth. His sister rented Barton Broad, and Horatio visited her when on leave from the navy. (Tradition has it that he once lost a chain and locket in these waters.)
Anyway, my (then) girlfriend Lorraine and my cousin David and his wife Deirdre and her mum and dad and I spent a week in this quiet corner of Norfolk. A spot of fishing on Barton - rising at silly hours of the morning and rowing out on the Broad with the mist still swirling and everyone tucked in their bunks on the moored boats. I don't recall anyone catching anything memorable but the peace and tranquility was enough!
The picture is Lorraine fast asleep in the cottage after the early risings took their toll! Surprisingly, she's still with me after 40 years!
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