#CCC17
Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN
Here’s how it works:
Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE
Here are some suggestions:
- An answering photo
- A cartoon
- A joke
- A caption
- An anecdote
- A short story (flash fiction)
- A poem
- A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
- An essay
- A song—the lyrics or the performance
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
- Your creative offering is indeed yours
- Your writing is kept to 150 words or less
If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
If you tag it #CCC others should be able to find it by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.
Details of the photo are given, if relevant, below this line
Marriotts Way follows a former railway track from Norwich centre to Reepham. At Reepham it curls around and hitches to another former railway track to roll on to Aylsham. 25 miles in all. And as you can imagine, 25 miles involves a lot of bridges. This one crosses the Wensum between Costessey and Drayton.
crispina kemp 
Wonder where this bridge will lead….
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Is this your take on the prompt? Accepted. Liked. 🙂
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No. That’s me pondering
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I look forward to your conclusions. 🙂
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Above is “The Bridge on the River Wensum,” famous from the movie of that name. The bridge was first constructed by Norfolk serfs in the year 1380, which explains why they rose up in the Peasants’ Revolt the following year. It is said 8 serfs (5 men, 2 women, one child) were hanged from the bridge as the revolt as put down.
Rebuilt several times, the bridge fell in 1578, destroyed by conspirators against Queen Elizabeth as part of the Islington plot. In legend, the witch of Islington felled the bridge by sacrificing a unicorn, which given the witch’s known promiscuity is dubious.
The bridge was still out in 1581 when Queen Elizabeth arrived at the crossing. Sir Walter Raleigh threw down his cloak so she could walk dry-shod across the river. However, Raleigh’s cloak was immediately washed downstream, and he had to hunt up a yeoman’s coracle to convey the queen across. It is said the unavoidable intimacy of being together in such a small boat is how Raleigh curried the queen’s favor.
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Brilliant, Brian. Though I am beginning to wonder about your medication. 🙂
And a certain leeway is allowed with a promot (creative licence) so I shan’t point out the more modern nature of this bridge, more suited to one of the Georges than to Queen Liz. 🙂
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I’d already overrun your 150 word limit, else I’d have continued through the bridge’s many rebuilds. Or maybe not. It’s far, far too easy to belabor humor.
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I am resisting, because I’m such nice person, and because you’ve always been such a good friend, the temptation to say, But, Brian, you do it so well. Oops, fingers slipped.
Please don’t take offence. It’s done in the spirit of humour, you know. 🙂
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Oh, I understand. You don’t want to offend me so I won’t tell them about . . . OK, people, listen up. In 1857, the bridge was being rebuilt to carry a railroad. One of the laborers on the project was an ancestor of Crispina’s. The Queen came to visit. Now, she was in mourning, the Prince Consort having died less than a year before. Crispina’s ancestor, whose name, improbably, was Bigod, was a bit of a clown and a jokester, and by telling some joke about his name, he actually got the queen to laugh.
Well, this was a national crisis. It could not become known that the queen had laughed. So that night, Bigod was quietly seized from another man’s wife’s bed, drowned in the Wensum, and buried under one of the bridge’s piles that was under construction.
Queen Victoria never forgave Bigod. But she could never forget what she’d ordered done, either. And, Bigod had actually been kind of sexy, standing there sweating, stripped to the waist. So the Queen stayed in mourning for the rest of her life, not in honor of her dead husband, but for Bigod. And she never smiled again.
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Brian …. now I can’t stop laughing. Brilliantly done. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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It is getting to the point that I cannot wait for whatever exchange that happens betwixt you two!
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Oh, this has been going on since … 2012? Or was it 2013. I’d miss him if he wasn’t there., making comments in some humorous, dry, quirky way. 🙂
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Love it. He’s a hoot as are you. Your repartee is fun to observe.🙂
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It gets a tad riskee at times. Double entrendres.
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Yes! Which is why it is so great!
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You should read his comment the first time I posted fungi. Though my own fault, describing them as glistening purple helmets!
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Oh dear… I can so imagine where that went! Maybe I’ll go snooping…
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Try the post titled Wood-Rotters, posted 23/10/2016
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2012, probably. I started writing on my fiction blog in August, and I’m pretty sure we connected before the end of the year.
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I started CP in November 2012. You were amongst my first followers. I’ve just tried to check it, but wretched site won’t allow me to scroll back so far.
You have been faithful. even when I’ve posted crap. And what would I do without at least one belly laugh a week from you?
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I have a comment from you dated December 9, 2012, on a post tat had gone up November 23. What goes around comes around: it was on the Campbells and the Lamonts!
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Yes! You’ve just scored a belly-laugh. In fact, I choked. And if I remember, you had recently returned from Scotland, with the discovery that’s it’s not always wise to claim yourself a Campbell.
Indeed not. Your lot killed my lot. Nay, massacred, I believe the story tells it. Though apparently not entirely else there’d be no Lamonts today to tell you. 🙂
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Aye, it was the trip where I stayed at a b&b on Skye run by a MacDonald. We massacred a few of them, too. Didn’t finish that job, either.
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That’s not a score you should be proud of, If you’re goning to massacre it should be fully done. Unless, of course, we’re talking now.
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Fortunately, the current clan chief is more interested in elephant polo than in finishing off the Lamonts. Although, the elephants could come in handy.
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Death and destruction as wrought by Campbell-bred elephants. Nasty. And now you’re reclaiming your heritage, any news of the ancestral seat? Perhaps a wee crag in a highland glen? Or do you intend to lay claim to Dunoon. I understand it’s doing quite nicely now as a quiet-ish resort for Glaswegians.
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LOL. The furthest I was able to trace my line back in the Scottish records online was to a village called Lochgoilhead, which not surprisingly is at the head of Loch Goil, deep in national park (Loch Lomond and the Trossachs) lands. Don’t think I’m going to be moving in.
I did actually check to see if I was eligible for U.K. citizenship when I was looking up all the possibilities. The answer was “no,” but weirdly if I were younger the answer could have been “yes.” Jut have to wait for Scotland to secede from the U.K. and see what they do.
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How many citizenships do you want? Come on, there has to be a scam here. Ah, is it so you can Old Age Pension in all these countries? My greataunt was accused of that by her sisters when she returned from Canada, just in time to claim. Though she’d also been recently widowed, which I’d say was more the reason for her return.
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Oh, yea, checked out Canada, too. It’s conceivably possible I WAS eligible for Canadian citizenship for a few years back in the last century; the law then was complicated. But no longer.
And there I run out. You have to go back to ancestors before 1300 before any other countries are in play.
By the way, you can BUY citizenship in several countries by making an investment in them. Some Caribbean nations require but $100,000. Malta will give you an EU passport for about half a million euros. Not having that kind of cash stuffed in a cookie tin in my kitchen, there I stop my quest for citizenships.
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That’s just as well. Otherwise you’d invest in them all and become ‘world citizen’. Which, I suppose, these days is what we all are.
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Found it. You clicked to follow on 7th December 2012; my 6th follower.
I just had to scroll slowly, but I don’t do anything slowly.
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Glad you found it; I could not do the same, because for some reason you accidentally unfollowed me at one point.
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Yea, I know. I clicked the wrong button somewhere along the way. I think it was during my asent-minded days of CFS. I have apologised. 🙂
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And now my turn to apologize for my ancestors killing off the relatives of your ancestors.
Trust me, this is a sincere apology.
No, I don’t mean anything at all by having an elephant to hand.
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I’m keeping a wary eye on the Elley. It starts tramping across the Atlantic, I’m getting my brother’s elephant gun. Though, seems more likely it’ll come be Jumbo. 🙂
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Heyyy, so this is my story. I hope you like it! 😃
https://panacheblogs.wordpress.com/2019/03/06/together-at-last/
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I have visited, I have read, I have thoroughly enjoyed and left my comment and a like. 🙂
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here’s my take: https://padresramblings.wordpress.com/2019/03/07/just-remember-what-i-told-you/
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Have visited, have read, have smiled and enjoyed, have left my like and a comment. 🙂
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Hi Crispina, my thoughts:
https://summerstommy.com/2019/03/07/crimsons-creative-challenge-17-the-bridge-with-a-death-history/
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I have visited, have read, have smiled and snjoyed, have liked and left a comment. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Here’s my take on the challenge:
https://thedarknetizen.wordpress.com/2019/03/07/haiku-ready-to-enter/
Happy reading! 🙂
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Have visited, have read, have enjoyed, how liked and commented. Now … next week;s photo, what shall it be? 🙂
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A prime example of the widely held misconception of the ignorance and superstition of Northern folk this week at http://bobfairfield.org/2019/03/07/crimsons-creative-challenge-17/
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I thank you; enjoyable. The tale, I mean, not the subsequent bull BBQ. 🙂
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The tale is the tastiest part
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That’s not I’ve heard. I’ve heard there’s a sweeter part. Or does that only apply to pigs?
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A load of cohones
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Yea, they’re the ones. 🙂
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I believe they’re placed on the menu as sweetbreads
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That was my reference to ‘sweet’. 🙂
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So subtle it passed me by like a zephyr or perhaps a heifer
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I can be sometimes, despite claims that I’m as subtle as a sledgehammer.
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Thanks for the prompt.. Came across this prompt in a bloggers post.. Here is my take,
https://syncwithdeep.wordpress.com/2019/03/07/bridging-the-gaps/
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And I have visited, and read, and liked and commented, and now do follow. Keep it coming. 🙂
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Definitely yes.. Will keep coming.. Thank u so much 🙏
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You are most welcome. 🙂
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I like answering photos. But I like what you’ve done here better yet. Apt for photo, apt for the day. Oh Yay!
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Lawsy I am late to the party!!
https://adelectablelife.com/2019/03/08/whose-bridge-crimsons-creative-challenge-17/
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Hey, Dale, you know better than that; there is no imposed deadline on fun. 🙂
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Of course I do… but it was fun to lawzy it a bit 😉
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That’s not a problem with me. 🙂
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😁😉
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Lovely photo and thought-provoking prompt. Thank you, Crispina!
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And thank you for your story. Though heart-rendingly sad, I enjoyed the read. 🙂
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Here goes my take Crispina!
https://blogternator.com/2019/03/10/rat-race-ruin/
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And so I have visited, have read. have entirely enjoyed, and have left a like and a comment. 🙂
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Great photo. A bridge is always inspiring, and this one was particularly useful in my serial. I’m so enjoying this challenge, Crispina 😀
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So glad you like. I’m emailing the view 🙂
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Ooo…lovely…checking emails now 🙂
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🙂
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