As Marriots Way leaves the Norfolk village of Attlebridge on its remaining ten miles that culminate at the walls of Norwich, it passes through a pine plantation to one side and a chestnut woods to the other. It’s kick-up leaves time!
Marriots Way early on a misty morning: 22 October 2018
crispina kemp 
You might find this amusing; I did. When my computer loaded this page, it initially lowered a lower resolution version of the main image, which get sharper as more information is uploaded. (Given the bandwidth of my Internet connection, this happens often.) So it looked a LOT more misty at first!
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Hey, if everyone’s computer did that, I wouldn’t have to process the photos to make them appear more misty. Though I must admit, I seldom need to do that. I live in the UK!
BTW, it was a very misty morning. Though it was clearing by the time the two buses needed to get us to the start finally delivered us there.
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“Look, I have a dynamic photo that shows the mist lifting!”
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Thank you for today’s laugh. Much appreciated. 🙂
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Well I guess my computer isn’t so much fun!! But it is a lovely, inviting path to walk on. I remember when we visited Seattle years ago taking woodland scenes with paths. So different from Florida’s Sabal, marsh and scrub.
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As you know, my backyard is comprised of endless featureless grazing marshes, so it’s always a deligh to walk this path. In all seasons.
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Lucky you are!! 🙂
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Yea, best of all worlds. I have often said it. And I do think it. No majestic landscapes, but plenty of beauty on an intimate scale.
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An issue of vantage point I guess!!
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I’m happy with where I’m at. I don’t need to feel insignificant; dwarfed by high mountains and wide vistas, The sky, the sea, the marshes, that’s enough for me. And the woodland walks.
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We have expansive views sometimes here of a sweep of marsh grasses or when at the ocean where its all sea and sky, but in forested areas like the cypress swamp its quite intimate…..maybe too intimate if a spiker drops down beside you or a gator give you a cold glare. LOL!! Its all good!!
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Except the one ‘scape I can hendle onlyin brief doses: the busy city. Norwich doesn’t qualify, it’s small. But London, or Birmingham … no thanks, not any more
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Yeah I understand the enjoyment of familiar beauty with no stress……places of quiet respite. Recharge our emotional batteries.
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Stay sane. Allow the self to expand. 🙂 Oops, must be a remnant of my hippy days.
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Lovely photo, Crispina. The first thing that came to mind when I saw it was The Shire from Lord of The Rings 🙂
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You’re not the first to say that. I sent a copy to Lauren, my critique partner, and she remarked upon the likeness to the Shire. Hah, and Norfolk isn’t even a shire (one of the few counties in England that isn’t)
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Lovely image, Crispina. And I do love this time of year for the leaves. We live in the city as you know, but we have a large park near us with the loveliest avenue of trees that every year shed what looks like several tons of leaves and it’s irresistible – I kick my way through them every time! The teenage son finds it embarrassing, of course, but I can’t not do it, it’s such a joy! Along with crunching through frost when the weather turns colder, it’s one of the pleasures of the chilly season.
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I know that pleasure. Perhaps we do it to keep moving, keep moving. But I thank, rather, it’s simply the delight of making a noise.
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It is the best noise! I don’t know why it’s so delicious, but it is – the same with the crunch of frozen mud which I take slight detours to step on if I’m out in the cold! Simple pleasure 🙂
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I also like the sound of breaking glass, but it’s inherent implications don’t allow the same (innocant) pleasure.
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Haha! I don’t share that love, but on the occasion we have good thick ice here, all the family enjoy breaking it, listening to the snap.
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I live too close to the sea. Lots of cold, but the lots of salt in the air tends to keep all but the most severe frost at bay. Yet 5 miles inland the frost lays deep.
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And away from the towns and cities it’s always colder, isn’t it? As we’re close to the city centre we never have it as cold as people I know who live just a short way out of town
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Lucky. While the salt air keeps the whiteness of frosts away, it doesn’t stop the cold, and here I am squeezed between river and sea. Though I wouldn’t change it, not even if I topped the lottery (which I don’t do, so it’s not going to happen)
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It looks like a beautiful place to live 🙂
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You mean the woodland, not the town. It is a great place. I’m only ever a bus ride (or two buses) away from some really beautiful walks. And it’s wonderful incentive to tear myself away from the keyboard; refresh my limbs and refresh my brain.
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Just lovely to have so many nice environments around you. We’re sort of trapped in the city because of work, but part of me would love to move further out at least, away from the main roads. Ideally I’d like to live by the sea, but that’s not happening any time soon
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The advantage of living in a small town. I may not have easy access to great entertainment or exhibitions, but I do have the wide world of nature. 🙂
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Ideally I’d like a bit more easy access to nature. I shouldn’t complain, being so close to a large park and a city farm and a couple of country estates. Not quite the ‘wilds’ though
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The wilds … were snakes hiss underfoot, and you stand on what looks solid ground, only for it to disappear up to your knee. And there are no ladies toilets. 🙂
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Haha! that is the only thing that puts me off – I do like a handy loo and preferably a cafe 🙂
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Cafes are good for toilets, as are pubs. My son-in-law suggested I wrote a guide book to walks, and included not only the usual facilities but also where the female walker might find some dense hedges, or abandoned buildings. I do wonder what the mixed groups of ramblers do.
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Haha! That’s brilliant! Having a weak bladder – and a love of tea! – I do get slightly paranoid about where I’ll find a loo if caught short anywhere rural. Knowing where the dense (unprickly) bushes are would be ideal
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Decaying barns are a favourite.
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Breezy though 😉
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On a hot summer day ….
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Ha! There must be a certain freedom to it. Though I confess, the last time I remember peeing al fresco I was a (drunk) teenager. I remember a dark driveway. The sound of barking dogs. A security light going on. And still being unable to stop weeing! My misspent youth 🙂
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Well, I do try not to. But sometimes, needs must. Though the needs is less in the hot days of summer. When we sweat, the body holds onto the water. Something to do with sodium balance. Oh Yay to sodium, I say.
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