Looking for a restaurant in Norwich, I try Trip Advisor.
‘Bob Edwards rated and described this one’ it told me.
White House Farm, Great Glemham
Parked next to Danielle, who pressed a button to raise the roof on her Mercedes Benz, a luxury I once exchanged for a Fiat 500. As we walk through grass, she in sandels, we talk of her mother, forgetting yesterday and being 90, but sharp as a button. Cider in the exhibition barn, re met Pam and Alex Schwitzer, and liked them again, Alex recalling his inauspicious introduction to poetry – Yes, I remember Addlesdrop the name – his mind open to listen to it again and perhaps make another view.