Driving in the Fens.

Sitting in a car all day--even if you are the navigator--doesn't seem as though it should be able to be exhausting. And yet I'm too tired to tell stories about windmills, spectacular views from the Octagon at Ely Cathedral, the Wash, the peacocks crossing the road, the cows walking along the dyke, the deserted labyrinthine streets of King's Lynn, the pecularities of British radio. We were away for twelve hours. I will say more tomorrow.