Jailbirds

Whilst everyone else in the criminal justice system enjoyed a Bank Holiday in honour of the Queen's Birthday, I was up at the crack of dawn to visit H.M.P. Wayland in deepest darkest Norfolk. Fortunately, the sun was shining and I was travelling by Porsche so I couldn't be too unhappy about it.

We whizzed through quaint villages and across bleak fens. I had a peep at the Broads from a bridge once or twice but there were no boats in sight. Pheasants lined the route and a woodpecker was spotted as we drove up the drive at the prison. I found several bulls too, lurking in the fields surrounding the compound - probably a better deterrent to potential escapees than any barbed wire fence!