1.0Vicky Goodenhttp://www.vickygooden.comvickygoodenhttp://www.vickygooden.com/index.php/author/vickygooden/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="SZvbRFPzGQ"><a href="http://www.vickygooden.com/index.php/2017/08/27/hello-beccles-norfolk/">Hello from Beccles, Norfolk…</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="http://www.vickygooden.com/index.php/2017/08/27/hello-beccles-norfolk/embed/#?secret=SZvbRFPzGQ" width="600" height="338" title="“Hello from Beccles, Norfolk…” — Vicky Gooden" data-secret="SZvbRFPzGQ" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=http://www.vickygooden.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> http://www.vickygooden.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/IMG_0085-1024x482.jpg1024482I’m currently sat in a pub in Beccles. It’s called The Three Horseshoes. I’ve never heard of Beccles, have you? I’ve got a table for one, with Rupert on my lap. I’ve got a white wine spritzer on the go and the local scampi has been ordered. Out the front of the pub the wooden seating is nowhere to be seen as people of all ages are sprawled out as a young couple play some acoustic pop ditties. As I enter the pub I am in my element. Dogs. Dogs are everywhere. On laps, wandering the pub, chewing chews, carrying sticks, sniffing bums. Of other dogs. Is it just because it’s a bank holiday tomorrow and 23 degrees that people are literally beaming? The pub is so happy. I’ve just made my way here from the little shepherds hut I booked on AirBNB last week. On a whim. Hubby John is set to be working the majority of the bank holiday due to UFC duties next week so I just thought ‘bugger it, pack your bags Rupes!’ My Shepherds Hut is called Jemima. And she’s a beaut. I have my own private shower and loo in the nearby outbuilding and […]