17th November, we bus into Norwich then walk out along Marriott’s Way to Costessey. Land of my birth, scene of my wild days, the village sits on glacial deposits of sand and gravel; over the centuries those aggregates have been quarried leaving hills too steep to plough and so they grow trees.
Marriott’s Way: 17th Nov 2021
Former railway line, now a national cycle and walkway 25 miles long
River Wensum: 17th Nov 2021
The track crosses River Wensum several times to deliver us to the outskirts of Costessey and former gravel pits
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From there we head into the heart of the village
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Looking over Wensum Valley: 17th Nov 2021
Ah! Habitation…
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And the first of the wooded hills: Green Hills
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There was a pine plantation atop this hill, felled a few years back. Deciduous native trees have now been planted to replace them
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Regret we must leave here but there’s yet another woods to visit
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The River Tud (a paddle stream) forms a gentle green valley between the wooded hills
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And into the second woods: East Hills
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Looking up… looking down
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And we’re back to habitation, see the house sitting up there.
So difficult to choose which photos to show. But I know over the coming winter months I’ll have weeks when I don’t get out for a walk. So that’s when I’ll show you some of the other shots. But for now, that’s all folks
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Much as I regret the closure of many branch lines they do give excellent opportunities for great walks and photographic sojourns such as these
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Yea, I agree on that. I do remember this line being open, at least for goods trains, when I was at school
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These are excellent pictures of fall. Beautiful colors.
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It was beautiful, seeing those colours
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It is indeed
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🙂
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Beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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Agree with that, Deborah 🙂
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A wonderful walk. Such lovely woods and I love that they planted native trees to replace those that didn’t belong. And wonderful as well, that they have created walking paths where once was a railway line.
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We *locals* were using the former track long before they declared it a proper path and put money into its upkeep. But it’s good that it’s being kept in good repair
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I bet you were. There are paths like that. For a while we can pretend we discovered them and made them our own.
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Yes, we did claim them as our own. And now years later it feels wrong that it’s all tarted up for cyclists. They feel like intruders. Such is progress
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Tarted up for cyclists! I love it! But yeah. They can be so intrusive.
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I’ve heard local dog walkers complain of the cyclists, they whizz up behind you and expect the walker to move out of the way, despite the cyclist is fully able.
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I hate when they do that!!
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Yes. Suddenly they’re on you. Not good for the heart
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No kidding. Bleeping a-holes.
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I startle. My arms fly out. I’m gonna hit someone one of these days (accidentally)
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And they will deserve it!
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Yea. And I’m just a doddering old lady… I do sometimes play on my age 🙂
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He he he! Use it when necessary 😉
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Beautiful country! thanks for the look!
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Always my pleasure, Frank
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It looks almost mystical 🙂
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I’m not sure which part of it you mean, but yes. And this is where I grew up. I do wonder how it has influenced my outlook on life. I know it’s affected my writing
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