We found a bungalow in a quiet area. A small house with a large road. One bedroom downstairs and two upstairs. And a church right next door. With a cemetery on the grounds.
To get to the bus stop you had to go down the path - the unlit path - right next to the graves. Ok in the daylight but the kids walked it on Friday and Saturday night. Movies and bowling!!! And that wonderful mussaka. Sometimes in the summer it took the bus an hour to get over the draw bridge because of all the traffic. Two lanes and 3 times the traffic battling with a draw bridge. Most of the time in the summer I'd take the kids to Norwich (pronounced nor itch). It was so much quicker.
We loved it. I told Jerry once if I ever ran away don't look for me in Yarmouth because he'd probably find me.