In the afternoon, Jack took me to
I felt bright and excited when we arrived, and while we were there the rain cleared up and there was even some sunshine.
We went along buildings, and then there was a sort of alleyway with brick on either side, and we went down it, and I was in a very exploring mood. Along the left side was the back doors of a theatre.
A man came out of one of the doors and went across to another. He had left the door he came out of ajar, so I peered in. I couldn’t see much, just a hallway and then what looked like a painting behind glass, and someone sitting on the floor a little way away, but it smelled like backstage.
Continuing along, I ran up to a brick wall as high as my head, and stood on tiptoe to look over into the garden.
“You can see it better from here,” called Jack. And indeed, up a set of a couple steps, one came around to the main part of the garden where the wall was just a couple of feet high.
On up a flight of brick steps was the quay, and the river. And it was bright and silver and I do like water.
After that we walked around King's Lynn
and then went to the King’s Lynn museum – they had exhibits of life in
Jack asked if I wanted a coffee or something, and I was feeling a little hungry so I said yes.
We sat down at a little table, and the server came to take our order. Jack had hot chocolate and I had a chocolate milkshake. It was quite an excellent one – kind of dark chocolate tasting.
After we left King’s Lynn, we drove to Snettisham to see the
Jack persuaded the gatekeeper to let us park for free since we were only staying for fifteen minutes, and I ran up over the hill and to the water,
and watched the storm come, and looked for pretty rocks and shells. I ran back to Jack at the car when it was sprinkling a bit. I thought it had probably been ten minutes, but it had been twenty.
[I’m having trouble writing this entry, almost as much trouble as I had finding anything to say to Jack during the whole day. My thoughts were all of a sort that goes better into poetry than prose – nothing really coherent or defined. So forgive me for just sort of listing happenings, and enjoy the pictures.]
On the way back we went to
I would like to work there. I hope that at least a few people who do haven’t lost the wonder and poetry of working at the Queen’s estate.
Trying to get out, we had to drive down a one lane road with rather high banks on either side so that you couldn’t pass, and when a car came toward us we had to back up to where there was a little spot with dirt on both sides for passing.
We had tea pretty soon after we got back, and I watched Jack make it. It was fish and rice and egg all mixed up together, which has a fancy name that I can’t remember. It was fresh free-range eggs and my, they are nice. The yolks taste so yummy and usually I don’t like egg yolks.
Then Jack and I competed against each other on the wii fit. I am bad at the balance games, which is sort of depressing. I always thought I had pretty good balance but I don’t think I actually do. I don’t have very good control and I’m very wobbly. Sigh. I guess I just have to practice more.
I did do pretty good at the ski jump once I switched to doing it in first position. You have to bend your knees, and then extend up to being on the balls of your feet to jump, and hold that position as steadily as possible to go as far as you can. And that’s just plie, releve, and that I can balance in.
Then we did rhythm boxing, and he still beat me.
Then we all three played Sorry, and I won. Only because at the end Jack got stuck with fours and couldn’t get into his home.
I know how to make tea and porridge the way they like them, so I do that fairly often. It’s nice to be able to do things.