Blog Norwich

Apparently, lots of people are getting caught doing just that, but, since I drove through that place in a fit of pique yesterday, following an unsuccessful trip to a peripherals warehouse, I don’t understand how. I don’t think I built up a speed approaching anything more than walking pace through that bizarre collection hospitals, golf clubs, bungalows and empty garden centres. I did nearly break 20 mph between a couple of traffic calming abominations, only to be caught short by a mobility scooter racing to the post office, which I expect had probably mysteriously closed overnight. Honestly, if I ever think that living in Hellesdon, Costessey or Drayton is a reasonable idea the closer I get to dribbling into my weetabix, then a short drive through them on a Wednesday afternoon soon sends me cantering back to the city. While I can still walk faster through Hellesdon that I can drive through it, I shall be maintaining a healthy distance.

That’s not to say Hellesdon is the worst place in the world, or even Norwich. Its just that I haven’t taken a drive through Sprowston this week.