Norfolk Broads by Motorhome
Norfolk Broads
Castle Rising Castle
Legend says that the terrifying screams of Queen Isabella
Edward the third’s mother echo through Castle Rising
In 1330 Edward imprisoned his mother in the Castle
For her part in the murder of her husband Edward the second
Given that Isabella lived in such a grand Castle
One cannot help but wonder at the chilling stories
People telling of screams of terror despair and loneliness
Some put it down to a lack of tv and missing Coronation Street
Norwich Cathedral
Queen Boadicea was born into a royal family around 26 A.D.
She married Prasutagus the King of the Iceni tribe
The Romans had put him on the throne as reward
For his assistance when they invaded England in 43 A.D.
When he died the kingdom passed into the hands of the Romans
When Boadicea complained she was publicly flogged
The Queen was a tall and terrifying woman with fierce eyes
She had very long red hair and with a temper to match
Becoming the leader of a violent uprising against Roman rule
The rebels destroyed London, Colchester, and other cities
The Romans quickly put down the rebellion
Defeating the undisciplined Britons in a ferocious battle
Boadicea then killed herself by drinking poison
Rather than falling into the hands of the Romans
Street scene Norwich
The Motorhomers were strolling through the cobbled streets of Norwich;
‘I’m gonnae break ane o’ my stillettoes oan these cobbles, Phemie,’ Jessie was saying
‘Aye, Jessie, it wis a’right for thae Roman Soadjers wi’ their sandals an’ their big hairy legs, Jessie’
‘Och, Phemie, you jist stoap that, ye’re turnin’ me oan,’ laughed Jessie
‘Sure, Jessie. sure. Jessie’
‘Look at thae two eejits swaggerin’ oot in front o’ us, they havenae goat a brain between them, Phemie’
‘They’ve nae brains, Jessie, they’ve nae brains’
The foursome stopped for refreshment at a pavement cafe and were sitting at a table with a view of the Cathedral;
‘Josie, have there been a lot o’ famous wimmin’ in Norwich?’
‘Francie, if I didnae know ye, I wid think that ye were windin’ me up. Dae ye mean other than Delia Smith, Francie?’
‘Sure, Josie, sure, Josie’
‘Aye, Francie, there wis a lot o’ famous wimmin, they called them ‘The Norfolk Broads.’ Queen Boadicea. She wis a warrior wi’ red hair an’ a fiery temper’
‘Delia’s goat a fiery temper, Josie’
‘Och, but Delia’s no’ goat red hair, Francie, wit makes ye think that she’s goat a fiery temper, Francie?’
‘I’ve seen her oan the telly, Josie, batterin’ a coo’s rump wi’ her rollin’ pin’
‘Wid ye listen tae thae two nincompoops, Phemie’
‘A couple o’ dunderheids, Jessie, a couple o’ dunderheids’
Perhaps you would enjoy reading the adventures of Francie and Josie.
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