Easter (Sun)Day with the family making a slow start for our shopping opportunities at Roy’s, then a visit to Wroxham Barns to enjoy the travelling fair and a booked lunch.
After the rain stopped and the sun came out, a nice trip to the beach at Winterton before stopping on pur way home in Potter Heigham. Sometime in Horning before setting off home to Paxton
I never remembered Easter Sunday being called Easter Day before the last couple of years and I think that this must be a new fad. I was first awake by a long chalk and, after waiting even longer in vain for the others to stir, I got shaved, washed and dressed and went out to feed and exercise the dog. I saw a couple of neighbours walking their dogs and both of their families had not stirred either. Whilst the religious community try to emphasise the significance of Easter (with new holiday names) and complain of people just treating it as a shopping and holiday occasion, they are misled; the population at large treat it as a sleeping day!
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As just about the entire town of Wroxham is open on Sunday, we drove over there and had a look around Roys Department Store in particular. Diana was looking for sales bargains, but I was looking for some more plastic storage containers and lids to replace those chewed by Sam whilst under Daniel's supervision. We neither found what we were looking for but the girls had a good time in the toy department playing. Then over to Wroxham Barns where the traditional outside fair had started its season on a day that we had booked lunch in the restaurant. I treated the girls to a couple of goes on the fair and then we just got to our table in time. This was as well because there were queues of people trying to get in to eat and they could hardly have kept our table open for long.
It was a real pleasure to eat out in England again. None of the false friendliness of California where you are compelled to "Have a Nice Day" and where your meal is interrupted with the inquisition of "Is everything all right" every time you take a mouthful of food. Good service is quiet and unobtrusive and does not enquire where you have been or have come from and how you are. They should come when called or needed and keep in eye contact and so know if you require help. A little more time at the fair and then back to Ropes Hill Dyke to let Sam out for a while. The morning had turned very wet but now the rain stopped and the sun came out and so I suggested to the family that we drive over to Winterton.
There the girls made sand-castles whilst Diana and I took Sam for a walk over the sand dunes and along the shoreline. He met quite a few other dogs but did not run off until others had chased him. We finished an enjoyable afternoon by taking refreshment in the beach kiosk before driving back via Potter Heigham. We stopped there and just managed to catch Lathams before it closed at 5.30pm and so had the chance for a quick look round. They did not have the plastic storage containers either, but we got oven-baking rolls for tea and I added some seafood from the kiosk outside. It took us a couple of hours to have tea and pack up and leave Harnser but then the journey was very fast. There was little traffic on the road and I had the family home door-to-door in about an hour and a half which was the best yet for a day-time trip.