Photographs are memories made physical and lasting. These five photos remind me of two of the hottest days of last summer. Not in late July or Mid-August as might be expected, but 31st May and 20 June.
I remember 20th June for the several discoveries I made. Despite I’d walked this route many times, I found a looped path that took me alongside the Wensum as it enters Norwich, the river a mass of yellow water lilies budding and rising and opening. Not far beyond that I stumbled upon a meadow turned purple and pink with orchids and ragged robin. Then into Costessey I went in search of the as-yet unexcavated Costessey Henge, and the confluence of the tivers Tud and Wensum, and found both. Amazing, this is the village where I grew up, yet I’d never explored here.
31st May I remember for having arrived at the village of (Upper) Tasburgh to find the residents abuzz with news of a recent Norfolk Archaeological dig, an attempt to pin a definitive date on Tasburgh ‘fort’; is it Dark Ages, Roman, or Iron Age Iceni? The results weren’t yet in but the word on the ground was ‘definitely Iron Age’. Then, in taking a short-cut, I came upon al triangular patch of fen-land busy with damselflies in all varieties and colours.
Though in themselves these five flower photos don’t relate to the discoveries, for me they encapsulate my memories of those two hot days.