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Tuesday Market place, Kings Lynn, after the deluge |
The occasion: stopping for the inevitable shopping at Kings Lynn on the way to helping Ali's mum move from Norfolk to Devon.
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The Great Ouse, from the ferry steps, just before the deluge |
So Ali is off shopping for Goodness knows what and I have some free time. It is very liberating taking to the streets of an unknown city running barefoot in the rain. Actually I manage to shelter during the worst of it at the steps where the ferry to West Lynn stops. The "
Great Ouse" - what a wonderful name for such a sluggish river!
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The West Lynn ferry arriving |
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Looking upstream to the steps down to the ferry Ouse-mud feels so soft between the toes... |
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Zooming in - some people waiting for the ferry |
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