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.
Former railway line, now a national cycle and walkway 25 miles long
The track crosses River Wensum several times to deliver us to the outskirts of Costessey and former gravel pits
From there we head into the heart of the village
And the first of the wooded hills: Green Hills
There was a pine plantation atop this hill, felled a few years back. Deciduous native trees have now been planted to replace them
Regret we must leave here but there’s yet another woods to visit
The River Tud (a paddle stream) forms a gentle green valley between the wooded hills
And into the second woods: East Hills
Looking up… looking down
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