Lost in a landscape: Barton Turf

It rained, my god how it rained. A bank holiday hex hanging over Easter. And typically the patterns of various occupations in one household left me on my own staring at a refracted sodden world as the cars trundling along Aylsham Road under a lead grey sky. I went shopping at Aldi, the car park a heaving nightmare, then sat and had a cup of tea and looked at the roiling underside of a colourless battleship of cloud rolling past our screen doors. It’s distinctly undersea outside, the drive out towards Wroxham more of a swim, broken only by...

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