Our fairground frolics have scored a bull’s eye on most days. On others a close miss. No Teddy Bear to tell of yet. Like £5 all-dayers we hop from one attraction to another. Aiming to get our money’s worth.
Our CCC site is just a twenty minute walk from Liz’s Sandringham Estate, our main attraction. The weather gods are in a good mood. Like us, they’re enjoying this fine spell. Always a bonus when walking and cycling.
We each pay four times the all-day rate for a fifty minute glimpse into and through the ground floor rooms. My wrist gets slapped in room one. I take a photo. Naughty boy. “It’s in the T&Cs, sir, that form part of your ticket confirmation. Can you delete the photo.” – “Sorry, I can’t. No delete facility on my 360”. I do the right thing and don’t post it on this blog. Save my head. Keep it privately saved. Along with the others I took in each room!
Our pitch is almost perfectly positioned. We’re so far out on a limb that we have no internet or mobile signal. We remain on the dark side of the moon for three nights.
We get to hear that Wolverton Royal Railway station is close. Apparently the royals from Victoria onwards, hopped off and on here. Good excuse to get the bikes out.
The station and signal box building preserved, but not pickled. Still looking regal.
