Dusty Wentworth

It began with the kind of start no military operation would envy: late, chaotic, and entirely fuelled by caffeine and the frantic shouts of, “WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES?” We had planned for an early departure—visions of logistical precision and serene travel floated in our heads the night before. In reality, we woke up late. Groggy, uncoordinated, and amid a flurry of clothing-based crises, we somehow managed to rally the family troops and were on the road to Norwich by 09:30. Honestly, that alone deserves applause—or at the very least, a strong coffee. Despite the delayed launch, the journey into the city was blissfully uneventful. I say blissfully because Norfolk currently resembles a testing ground for every roadworks crew in the UK. I swear half the county is dug up. Entire towns seem to be held together by traffic cones and sheer optimism. But we navigated the trenches and reached Norwich—a minor miracle in itself. Operation: Replace What They’ve Outgrown As all parents know...