Country Diary
East Anglia bulges out into the North Sea like a cook’s backside. Norfolk and Suffolk are not places that the motorist passes through. You do not merely happen upon East Anglia by taking the wrong exit on a motorway — we don’t have any motorways.
Our isolation leads to jokes made at our expense. I frequently find strangers staring intently at my hands upon introduction, doubtless hoping to glimpse our much-vaunted webbed digits.
