Train to Norwich

We thought it high time the boys went on a train. So last Sunday we bought four tickets and took them to Norwich, home of Colman's mustard, 40 minutes away. The weather was really foggy and you could barely make out the platforms at the various stations en route.


This didn't stop the boys from enjoying themselves though. They exploded into peels of giggles every time there was a station announcement over the system.

We all arrived starving hungry so found a nice cafe to have a second breakfast before braving the crowds. We were thinking of going ice-skating but it was so cold that we didn't think we'd enjoy it as much as we could. Besides, it wasn't something Alastair could try just yet so we gave it a miss. Instead, we window shopped and browsed and bought a few presents. Here are the boys delighting in a monkey on a trapeze in a shoe shop window in the Royal Arcade.

And here are the Belousovs in Waterstones, patiently waiting for me who lost herself on first floor for about half an hour.

The journey home was uneventful, but as soon as we got out of the station the fog enveloped us.

The walk back home by the beach.