Wednesday, 6 February 2008
a spatter a scatter a wet cat a clatter
Norwich today after a rainy and blustery hotel stopover.
I drove into increasing darkness, arrived in an anonymous car park, entered a modern hotel with Eurostaff on the lobby counter and then to a room that smelled of American air-conditioning.
As is the way sometimes, I found myself in autopilot mode and was just setting my phone alarm forward one hour when I remembered I was still in the UK.
Then today's chilly, subterranean day followed by resurfacing in time to watch the big red orb of a glorious sun set during the long drive home. In a flash-back moment, it reminded me of sun-sets in Key West.