Dereham

One of my earliest blips was a photo of the War Memorial in Dereham - taken when I went for a dental appointment.  Pretty much the only reason I go to Dereham is for the dentist, and so it was today.  And this might well be the last time I ever visit the town.

So I thought a reprise of the War Memorial was in order.

Before going to the dentist, I had spent a very pleasant couple of hours, chatting to, and occasionally playing flute duets with, L, who is quite upset that we are leaving.  I think for two pins she would follow us, especially after I pointed out that, although W's possession of an Irish passport may make things a little easier, actually there are very few barriers to relocating to Ireland.

And on my return, we spent some time discussing our forthcoming trip to see more properties.