As I mentioned in my last, Norfolk House was destroyed long ago. It was crumbling when we moved in, and that was 1955. To write more about my sojourn there is more than the work of a day, but meanwhile, here is the Medina Estuary, showing West Cowes at the far end on the left, East Cowes on the right. Beyond is the Solent and the mainland. Click picture to expand.
I’m going to London on business later today and that has put me in a rather rational mood, and it made me start to describe the reasons why we moved to Norfolk House, but … (post unfinished)
a wayfarer’s notes 
It's not often that I am drawn to seek out someone's blog(s) because of the beauty of comments they have left elsewhere, but yours I have on the strength of comments you left on Living A Quotable Life. And I'm not disappointed either. I shall be returning, this is for sure.
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I'm too lazy to think these days. I kinda just read along. My mind seem to be preoccupied with or occupied by something. Anyway, your journal is one of the few I read whenever I can.
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I shall not wait with bated breath .. “baited”, perhaps .. heh.
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That is called 'teasing' you know!
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DBA, thanks. Discovering your site with its stories was like stumbling on a jewel mine: I know where to go now.
Siegfried, something happening below the surface in your life? Anyway, thanks for coming and all your comments.
Davo, I am a master baiter, or was, as my earlier post coyly reveals,
Beth, it wasn't intended as teasing. But hooray for unintended consequences. That's what many of us are, anyway.
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