Happy times and sad news.

Lovely weekend enjoying some sunshine, searching for the Northern lights and just going where the wind took us on a lovely romantic break in North Norfolk.  I tried crab for the first time in about 30 years, hidden behind cheese it was fine,  at midnight I almost fell in a bunker whilst out trying to find somewhere dark to look for the northern lights and prior to that we had watched a barrage of strobe effects that could have been the northern lights but were in fact the fun and games of the last hour or so of Eurovision.  What with that and a nice swim, great food, lovely hotel, and the discovery of a local animal rescue shelter we packed a lot into a short break.  

Shanties at the RNLI musuem

Sad news en route, about the death of the poet and campaigner Hubert Moore. Hubert wrote gentle, spare, humourous and incredibly perceptive poetry, often on the horrors of life e.g. on torture, through a unique lens reflecting on the differences within the parallel lives being lived on earth. A good, gentle soul, with a fierce anger about injustices.  

 And sad times for a young boy who was spotted inconsolate that his beloved THS had lost the women's FA cup today. Take that Joey Barton. Things have changed in the world of football.