End of the line

An afternoon trip over to the hardware shop in Sheringham for a washer.  Not something to dump all your shirts and bedding in, you understand; just a little circle of metal.  They had washers in many shapes and sizes, but not the shape and size I wanted, so I had to carry on to the big corporate DIY warehouse in Cromer that I'd rather not patronise, but they did have the washer I wanted.  I might even use it tomorrow.

While in Sheringham I took the opportunity to get a shot for my blip; a late afternoon train waiting to head off to Holt.