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Come Back Another Day The next couple of days rained cats and dogs. We stayed bundled inside our tent and only ventured out into the soggy gray mist when an urge to mark territory struck. It made for good book reading weather. Too bad we hadn't got the tent with the optional fireplace. Cycling in cold wind and rain was insanity at its finest. The weather was a balmy twelve degrees Celsius. But we had to make a grocery run. In Norwich I waited with the bikes while Sharon shopped. Being wet and out in the wind I froze. With the wind chill, it felt like it could snow at any time. An old woman, dragging her grocery cart behind her cheerfully said, "You look lovely." "Why, thank you, Madam." Later, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a store window and saw what she meant. I was wearing my bright yellow raincoat with red rain pants all topped with a neon green ball cap. Lovely indeed. We met two policemen on bicycles. They said Norwich was the best place in England. There were only two murders a year. Churches were on every street corner. I went into an Outdoor store to buy candles for our lantern and they directed me to the Scout centre located on the second floor of some church. We never did find it, but we must have seen forty churches. We ate supper beside a little river in Ringland. The inn was named Swan Inn and sure enough two swans with baby goslings paddled near us. The country lanes had proven wonderful for riding. But, I still hadn't figured out their cryptic signage. We had headed towards a town listed on the sign and at the next crossroads that town was no longer on the sign. We continued in the same direction and a few miles later came across a sign pointing towards two villages we had come from half an hour before. Should we continue on to the villages and try again? Or should we backtrack and try to find out where we had gone wrong? It was getting late. How about if we slept on it and tried again in the morning? We found a huge tree with umbrella plant shaped leaves shaped hanging right down to the ground. We tucked our tent behind the tree and leaned our bikes against its massive trunk. It was raining, but no rain got through the giant leaves. |
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