Sunday, 9 August 2009

End of the Line

Today, Amy and I awoke late and luxuriated. Our first "proper" Sunday, since Amy left her shop job.

We felt that we needed to Do Something, and so we decided to head off to King's Lynn, at the end of the Fen Line.

Unfortunately it wasn't as seaside-y as I thought, but more estuary-ey. Oh well. We pulled in to a very nice station, but the local buildings didn't seem too promising. WIth industrial silos on the horizon, litter, graffitti, and a very large Morrisons supermarket, we were reminded straight away that this was- and still is- a working port.

Undaunted- I do like a bit of disused industrial squalor- we set off to explore. The town centre seemed unpromising, a mixture of chain shops, discounters, and some hideous crimes, such as a modern plate-glass Topshop shopfront grafted onto a lovely Tudor building.

We found a photography exhibition in the church, but whilst Amy was happily appreciating the pictures of old ladies and broken boots, dew-covered flowers, and windmills, I was more interested in the Napoleonic anchor.

But the older part of the town, along the quay, was much more gentrified in places. It was a nice mix between the still-working port, with coasters loading with grain and waiting for the tide, and a cleaned-up and "restored" early 16th century wharf, with the recent addition of a small "floating" harbour- i.e. a little harbour with a closing guillotine gate, so small boats stay afloat. Just the right size for the Duck, too- but one look at the fast-flowing tide outside the gate convinced me otherwise!

As the day went on, the sun came out, and after looking a a few purposeful fishing boats, we walked back to the station, via a very pretty park.

We're now at home, listening to the low drone of the wind turbine, which has been producing on average two amps in a reasonable breeze. I'm considering moving it from its current position over the bedroom, because despite the 25 mm of rubber between the base of the mast and the roof, it's still transmitting vibration. We're considering moving it so it's over the saloon, but we'll see how we do. I'd imagine we'll get used to the noise, because it sounds like a motorbike passing a long way away.

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