We left Norwich by train and hurtled through familiar scenery…Breckland, Thetford Forest, Brandon, even the spot where the train tracks cross the road that goes from Lakenheath to Feltwell. My junior high was in Feltwell, and I used the bus ride from Lakenheath to finish homework. (Aeriel view of the area.)
These photos are quite blurry, thanks to the fast moving train and smudgy windows. But this is what it looks like where I grew up.
I saw a couple of jets from RAF Lakenheath, and caught one of them in the photo below (represented in classic black-smudge-at-the-top-of-the-frame fashion).
The train made a stop in Ely. Here’s a snap of Ely Cathedral, famous for its octagonal tower.
Next time I’m over, I plan to spend a bit of time in Ely.
The train continued to Peterborough, and there we changed trains for York. Peterborough, btw, has a booming economy (growing faster than the rest of England) and is home to many Italian, Indian, Pakistani and more recently Eastern European immigrants.
Still to come: John, Pauline and York.
You can read about The Fens here.
Exactly where I used to live…9 Cedar Close, Lakenheath. (See the house with the round pool in the back yard near the road? That’s where my friend Missy lived. If you go north from Missy’s house, that was my house. The left side of the duplex. I used to watch the sun set behind that farm across the road. God, I love Google.)