Oh the fens, the fens, the fens. I can't think of a worse way to end a holiday than by even having to think about going to such an area. Flat, lifeless and soul destroying, the fens hold nothing for me; except of course my grandparents.

The picture is of the building site next to their house, which gave them plenty of material to complain about during our visit - no change there then. Our real aim was to to help them find a bed, and we managed; after a few hours.

Anyway, back to Lancaster tomorrow; slightly further away from East Anglia than my current residence, this can only be a good thing...