Antiquarian Jaunt

"Huzzuh! " I cry - "Huzzah!"

Why this extraordinary outburst I don't hear you say? Well, at long last, the blog author formerly know as Dan (who is in fact, Dave) and I are going out on an Antiquarian jaunt to look at medieval churches. Not only that, but we're talking the Sylvanians along with us.

Traditionally, there are several components to our excursions:

• Dave will be late getting to mine.
• We will get lost at some point
• The petrol will run low, and I will start to panic whilst Dave will keep saying, "it's fine; it'll be fine..." It probably will be...
• We will sit in the car, drinking tea from a flask and eating sandwiches. Inevitably, one of us will note that we must look like (a) a gay couple (b) sad bastards. However, because of the way we actually look, it is more likely that locals will suspect we are there to nick the church silver!
• We will over-talk about our recent weird experience of blogging with Americans who say they love us.
  
• At various points in the day, there will be that curious blend of the learned and the irreverent - not to mention, the irrelevant! - that we so cherish.
• I will suffer from an increasingly debilitating headache by mid to late afternoon, and will have to lie down upon my return.
  

Our prime target today is the chuch at Great Witchingham, with it's beautiful Seven Sacrament font. I will tell you more later...