Picking up where we left off last Sunday, in our walk of 19th April.
We take a long cut, just so we can walk beside the river…
We discuss whether this is Old Man or Old Mother Willow. All I know is this tree was old when I was young
Two bridges create a slight illusion. My grandpa helped to build the older bridge (the one with the arches)
We circle around to approach Greenhills Wood…because our bus stop lies on the other side. Logic, hey!
It is a hill, but it’s not high (this is Norfolk)
When we moved from this village in 1983 there was a pine plantation on this hilltop. Not no more!
There is a greening where once was deep pine-shadowed dark
And here are bluebells… of course
But as yet we’re too early for the wide swathes of bluebells that carpet this woodland. Never mind. We have somewhere else in mind for our next walk.
Hope you enjoyed!
Love the trees with wide trunks.
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Thank you! Old trees 🙂
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Yes, so grand.
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I love our annual pilgrimage! 🙂
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🌺💖❤️
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Absolutely gorgeous countryside. The sign was swallowed by the tree bark. It must have been there for years.
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I wish I could tell you how long! 🙂
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Oh what lovely bluebells! I see the tree as “Grandfather Tree” it seems Old Man to me.
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There are so many old willows along that stretch of river. Maybe the lords of the manor were heavily into cricket (cricket bats are made from willow). Or maybe the bark was harvested for its analgesic properties (it’s the original source of aspirin)
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Cool 😎 I knew about the bark but I had no idea about the cricket bats. I adore willows but they don’t grow well here. Yours are such wonderful old gentlemen I am envious 🤩
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Very wet land. As a child I remember the river bank being under water for most of the winter months
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I do like the shot of the two bridges.
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I was pleased with that one! We kids used to get under those arches and eavesdrop on people’s conversations!
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I used to do something similar, sitting up in a spruce tree, listening to the folks walking along the sidewalk below.
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The joy of eavesdropping!
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If that tree could talk (in a language we understand) the stories it would surely tell!
Love the two bridges 🙂
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Thanks, Dale. As I’ve just said to Brian, we kids used to get under the arches…the bridge my grandpa helped build
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Fun stuff. We had a bridge our grandfather built and we’d do the same. We’d fish off it or swim under it.
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Such structures place us & our families into the landscape.
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This is true. I like that. Place us into the landscape…
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