Day 180. Shouldhamberry.

Each year the school hosts 'Shouldhamberry' the Norfolk alternative to Glastonbury. Well, West Norfolk's Glasto. Ok, it's really just for the school but there's music, a BBQ, a beer tent and camping; very little mud and proper loos. For parents the biggest upside is being able to let the children run free for a few hours as it's all within school grounds and is totally familiar to them. It gets the thumbs up from me.

Unlike Glastonbury the live act, singular, is unknown, and in all honesty unlikely to hit the Pyramid stage any time soon. The beer tent houses beer - nothing else - not even a sherry for the ladies. It's ok, I was driving anyway.

No wellies, no sign of Jagger or the boys from Sheffield, no queuing for the loo or anything for that matter. I did hear a rendition of Get Lucky that I'd never heard before, and will almost certainly never hear again. For that reason alone, it's pretty unique.

Day 153. Reluctant to leave.

Once again our trip to the North East was far too short and as the Sugden family's local Rugby club was hosting some sort of Zumba fundraiser, followed by a Sunday BBQ, we thought we'd delay our departure and head here first. We were late. We'd missed the 'Zumbathon' but were in time for the barbie. After a late night and perhaps a few too many drinks this was probably a good thing.

Sunny day. Picnic tables to sit at. Cheap bar and a big field so the kids could run free. Just the ticket before a 4-5 hour drive. So long Whitely, see you again soon.

Day 138. Chuck another steak on the....oh hold on.

Tesco in Downham Market is optimistic abut the weather. Piles of charcoal at the entrance which I feel disinclined to buy as I run into the shop to escape the rain. Anyway we have a gas BBQ; rusting away behind the house as another year of al fresco dining passes us by.

Let's hope the forecast for tomorrow is accurate and that this fuel stack is depleted by lunchtime as people makes the most of a seasonally appropriate day. Old school men assuming the position: donning masculine aprons and prodding meat cooked over fire. If it's sunny here we'll be cooking on gas.