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POTTERING

potter

ˈpɒtə/

verb

gerund or present participle: pottering
occupy oneself in a desultory but pleasant way.

“I’m quite happy just to potter about by myself here”

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But it’s not without its hazards round these parts.

You might stumble into a cream tea, catch crabs or fall head first into a community lifeboat museum.

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He was quite a guy Henry Blogg.

Particularly good at taming the Devil’s Throat.

Come again?

That’s Cromer. Treacherous waters and hundreds of rescue missions from “the greatest of all lifeboatmen.”

“He was awarded the gold medal of the Royal National Lifeboat Institution three times and the silver medal four times, the George Cross, the British Empire Medal, and a series of other awards.”

But he was also beautifully modest.

He wouldn’t have, for example, written a blog.

I’m sorry.

Maybe his dog??


Cheers,

Martin x

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BRUISES

You’ve had a cup of tea, entertained the baby, watched Andrew Marr…What’s a boy to do with a head full of dreams…
That’s right!
A raft race!!
London Schmondon.

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Trouble was. It was too good.
“I was hoping for a few bruises,” bemoaned the tannoy man.
No boats disintegrated and only one rather half hearted overboard.
Oh well… a local publican in a Hawaiian skirt beats another 2 hours of wingeing to the telly about Brexit.

Plus…

Coming up in the Sheringham Carnival…

“Buxom beasties on the steam train.”

Once your tired of L…

Shut up Samuel Johnson.

Cheers,

Martin xx

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