The weekend hasn't quite turned out as I'd planned. Yesterday I set off in the morning for a beach party in Suffolk and was planning to take lots of bloggable photos of Dunwich Heath. Instead, I found myself in Essex, attached to an ECG machine. For a few terrifying minutes, I thought that was it.
My memory of the experience is hazy, but I do remember thinking that a mistake had been made somewhere. I was relatively young and healthy, ate my five a day and could fit into a pair of 34" waist trousers. I drank a bit too much wine, but didn't that thin the blood?
I also vaguely recall a slight disappointment about the banality of what might have been my final thoughts.
However, I slowly began to improve and the ECG tests showed that I had a healthy heart. Five hours later I was watching Placido Domingo in Simon Boccanegra. So what did happen? I shall see my GP tommorow and hopefully find out.
As I have no photos of Dunwich, here is something much better that I found in a book last week - seven illustrations by Reynolds Stone: