Sainsbury Centre and Overstrand

Saturday afternoon debate referencing Peruvian bronze figure circa 1400.

Teleporting. At least trying to.

James. Casts a shadow as big as the SCVA.

It suddenly got a bit like an episode of Spooks.

Sunday afternoon delivery of the best pebble on the beach.

James; eyeing up apples.

Uphill. Bess gets a lift after being knocked down by a wave and being forced to change into James' spare clothes. A total corduroy no-no.

Swingers.

Catalogue chunk.

En famille in a wooden wagon.

Hostage

James' new favourite game. Backing Bess onto a piece of furniture and marking her so she can't get away.

Up the City

Mike returned from pyjama application, beaming with pride that his daughter was waving her teddy's Norwich City Football Club scarf and cheering them on. Here's what she was saying...

'Come on porridge!'

Bessi di Supa Dupa Gelato

In light of this great double dip,

We've started to sell mint choc chip,

From a cart on four wheels,

Our saleswoman squeals,

'Wan some ice-cweem yeah?'

Extensive range of flavours...

Sold out quiffy.

Norfwalking

Autumnal stroll at Whittlingham Broad.

Bess has finally conceded to wearing her expensive wellington boots.

Serious faces. Something brewing. Next day everyone became unwell with the Buxton lurgy.

And I ruptured a shoulder blade preparing Bess for her Chinese State Circus audition.

Top Gear

Bess has developed a talent for car-ker-plunking.

Then and now

6 months-ish into our Norfolk life and the kids have really grown up.

BEFORE:

Small and smaller.

Number 1 looking very young.

AFTER:

Double trouble.

Jim's removals.

Team Henry. Like father like son.

Moon unit and Bess.