Once in King's Lynn I absolutely had to visit the speedway stadium. There were few people about and no sound of engines, but I'm betting they are full speed around there this afternoon, practicing for tomorrow.
From King's Lynn I drove to Swaffham. Thanks to the weather the pictures I took of the Butter Cross in the market place came out very well. I bimbled over to the duck pond where I used to play as a child. Lots of photos later I finally decided to head to the camp site.
On arriving at the camp site I found out that arrivals are supposed to take place after 2.00pm and the chap behind the counter was very keen that I understood that this is standard practice on camp sites all over the country. He must have been in a good mood because he let me book in early without an extra charge (although his good mood must have arrived fairly recently because it hadn't quite reached his face at this point).
Because I added an extra night to my booking it took him several minutes to work out which pitch I should be on. However, when I got to the pitch there was no electric. I drove back round to reception to ask about this and he explained that I should plug in on the next pitch but one. I explained in return that there was no way my cable would reach that far. He sighed and told me that it was standard practice to carry a twenty-five metre extension cable. Once he was satisfied that I now understood I had made another newbie mistake he gave me another pitch number.
So here I am parked up and plugged in. The cool box kept cool all the way here, it's buzzing away on the mains now and I have a few tins of beer chilling in there with the milk, margarine and Mars bars. I have uploaded some pictures to Facebook, texted Mrs and now have my feet up, alternating between watching Netflix and typing this out for the blog.
It is very warm and sunny, and very peaceful. I am relaxed and enjoying myself immensely.
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