After the snow came the flood. Okay, so I exaggerate; it wasn’t that bad. Yet walking the Wensum Valley on Tuesday all I could see of the lower meadows were the protruding hedges and the tufts of the taller grass-hummocks.
So, what was I to take photos of?
I lived in Costessey till 1983. This sluice didn’t exist way back in the day. I guess they built it to stop kids diving in off the bridge, which had become an accident black-spot. That sluice certainly pretties-up the water. I claim this as ‘Motion’ in #2018picoftheweek.
The mill has long since ceased to be active. Yet there’s been a mill here since forever. Two are recorded in Domesday Book.
Here began my interest in medieval history. Before the English lost to the Normans (1066), Costessey and its mills belonged to the earls of Norfolk & Suffolk, i.e. Earl Harold (Godwineson), and later his brother Earl Gyrth. After the conquest the extensive manor of Costessey landed in Breton hands, to become, post-1075, part of the Honour of Richmond held by Alan Rufus. Briefly in the C12th it landed in the hands of Alain de Rohan, (I just love that name) who granted the tithes of St Edmund’s church to the monastery of Bon Repos in Brittany.