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So, yesterday, in a nutshell, was shopping, then dinner with Paul’s parents, before racing home to catch the start of Stargate, a film I’d always fancied, but never seen.

Unfortunately it turned out to be formulaic American rubbish… Brave American soldiers travel to far off, dangerous land and free the whole population from the clutches of an evil dictator. They are heralded heroes and return home safely.

Won’t be watching that again.

It finished at one and after that there was the usual faffing around so I was surprised to be up before ten this morning. Showered, dressed and zooming down the A130 by just gone eleven. I’m sure being able to get out of bed at a decent time regardless of when you went to bed is a sign of old age. Shame it doesn’t work on weekdays.

Anyhow, I’d read in the paper about a maze cut into a field of maize. A mile long if you take the direct route with no wrong turnings, and a lot longer than that if you spiral off down some random dead-end path. The Chronicle put it somewhere near Burnham.

I’d expected we’d see signs but it was only by chance that we found it, having walked the length of the high street, then given up and driven on towards St Peter on the Wall. But there, by the side of the road, at the entrance to the old steam railway, was a long banner tied to a fence, with an arrow pointing in through an opening.

We parked up, paid our money (including a

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