| Our trusty coach and driver took us (dead on time) to Wroxham, where the narrow gauge Bure Valley Railway is to be found. This is a true railway, not just a toy, running through several miles and 45 minutes of beautiful Norfolk countryside, from Wroxham (correctly "Hoveton and Wroxham") to Aylsham, along the track bed of a standard gauge line closed in the brutal '60s. |  |
| Needless to say, our intention was to dance, and so we did, to a small but seemeingly appreciative crowd. As we did so, our train arrived, just as the Anglia Railways Norwich - Sheringham service passed by. |  |
| The musicians as usual were on good lively form. Julie, honestly, was not dancing on the track: it is an optical illusion. |  |
| While waiting at Wroxham we noticed this spare coach sitting in the siding; if you can't read it, it is labelled "Morris" - spooky. |  |
| Spookier still was the arrival on the scene of a bunch of railway buffs who, after their initial cries of "Oh no, not sodding Morris dancers" revealed themselves to include in their number some members of Ravensbourne Morris. So we danced with them ... |  |
| ... while the loco was turned, and the guard posed for us ... |  |
| ... while we prepared to board the train, and Ravensbourne insisted on sharing our coach with us ... |  |
| ...as well as sharing some strange Scottish liquor, served in large litre bottles... |  |
| ... so that by the time the train left Wroxham, everybody was in good spirits |  |
