30th August 2024 and we’d reached the newly opened Sweet Briar Reserve. Now to continue to the place that I love best (or one of them!)
An underpass takes us under the busy Sweet Briar Road
The grassland give way to a flourish of trees… wind-blown!
It delivers us back to the river Wensum and with it, Marriott’s Way
Do you see what I see on that tree?
We’re out of the city now, and it’s no longer the Wensum we cross but its tributary, the little paddling/fishing stream, River Tud
The ponds are flooded gravel diggings. This was once the common, and people claiming off the Parish Poor Fund were sent here to dig gravel for road repairs
Extraordinary history for such a magical place
That’s all for now. We’re seeking somewhere to sit and rest awhile before heading off to the bus stop to catch a bus back to the city, and another bus home.
Hope you enjoyed












Love it or hate it, some graffiti is quite striking
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It’s not your normal vandal-type though. My guess is a local artist was commissioned
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Love these serene photos Crispina. Thanks for sharing
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As ever, I enjoy the walks, enjoy taking the photos and enjoy showing them to you 🙂
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As I enjoy seeing them every Sunday
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💖💖💖
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Always lovely walking with you.
Beautiful art under the bridge!
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Thank you. It saddens me to know before too many months have passed it will be covered with crude drawings and messages about who’s doing what to whom. But at least I have it recorded in almost pristine condition
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Yeah. I don’t know why taggers feel the need to destroy everything.
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To make their mark?
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I know but why not make your mark elsewhere and not on someone else’s art? I find it so disrespectful… Which of course, is the raison d’être of these taggers.
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Yep!
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Beautifully tranquil.
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It’s one of my favourite walks
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