My association with the fenland of East Anglia goes way back to 1978. 46 years in September. Back then I had just turned 9 as I went to boarding school to join the most famous choir in the world.
Occasionally I wonder what life might have been like had I not taken that path. Even today people erroneously say to me you were sent away at 9. I actually chose to do it.
That decision altered all our lives. We are who we are today partly because of it.
This weekend I've been back in the fens. Yesterday lunchtime I passed through my beloved Cambridge and on to Ely.
Seeing Miriam and Nigel for my annual Super Bowl pilgrimage has been great. Wonderful home cooking yesterday. Epic Sunday lunch at The Prince Albert today followed by a lovely walk around Ely. And the sun shone on the fens.
Sometimes a change of scenery is needed. I've certainly done that this weekend.
Tonight I will witness another Super Bowl. Tomorrow I travel home. And Tuesday I go back to reality.
Until next time.
I Heard a Voice.
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