It is eighty miles, just about
To Dersingham
A steady Sunday afternoon drive
Check-in is from four PM
Boston, unusually
Is quiet and easily navigated
There appears to be little or no
Police presence thus far
I think to shop at Sainsbury’s Kings Lynn
But change my mind, no, not today
Instead to press on; turn up the stereo
I pull into Lavender Barn at four-fifteen
Apparently, so my host tells me
We are on the flight path of the pink-footed geese
Also close by there is the Sandringham Estate
Although it was closed last time I called
Now that the courtesies
And the bonhomie are over
I can make a pot of tea
Then run a bath
For one must be adequately prepared
If one is to write productively
And that is the intention
For these few days in Norfolk
