SEEING THE LIGHT
he fish and chip run had become a regular once-a-week slot. Not that we don’t have a couple of decent purveyors within walking distance of our home in Cromer, it’s just that the chippy a few miles inland does everything a bit better. And, of course, going there gets us out of the house. One evening, heading off on the weekly cod run, I realised there was a light lack. The abrupt transition from street lights to no lights made the on-board non-illumination
