Rabbits, candles and leaks

Lighting candles at Walsingham

An unexpected sudden break for one night to Walsingham, when Ann phoned to find a vacancy at short notice. We are staying at The Control Tower, a converted 2nd WW airfield tower converted to B&B rooms. Ann only phoned yesterday so we got the last room - it’s very cosy (small) and cold but a friendly reception with coffee and biscuits. The host reminded me so strongly of the villain from "The Curse of the Were-Rabbit", that I wondered if Nick Park had stayed here while he was working on the film. His name was Nigel, and when he told us he was plagued by rabbits eating all their vegetables, and he was working on ways to trap them and take them to other areas, I could hardly stop laughing.

We visited Walsingham shrine to light candles for those who might need them. We lit a lot of candles; but the church and slipper chapel were deserted so they shone to God alone. Next day we went on to Wells-Next-The-Sea. From the town, we drove one and a half miles out along the breakwater road to reach the sand, but it was low water and the sea of the Wash was another two miles away in the far distance. A lot of families were parking there and walking over the breakwater, the children carrying their buckets and spades for the day was so mild. even in February. One child, looking at the distant sea line, said, "That's funny - the sea's gone dry!" The place should more accurately be called "Wells-Far-From-The-Sea".

Looking for the sea at Wells-Next-The-Sea

On the way home, our peace was broken by Edwin phoning to say the new taps in the downstairs toilet were leaking, and he was having to keep moping it up. We rushed home and carried on moping while Ann phoned the plumber. He had only fitted the new taps a couple of days ago, but he came straight out and fixed it, though inevitably adding, "I don't know why it started to leak like that - it was fine when I left it," as though it was our fault.