Crimson’s Creative Challenge #077

Every Wednesday I’ll post FOUR photos (if you want to get a head start you’ll find them marked in that week’s Sunday Picture Post and Tuesday Treats). Lots of choice!

And here they are:

You respond with something CREATIVE. Perhaps an  answering photo, or micro-fiction, or a poem, or just a caption

As before, there are 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.

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN

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Tuesday Treats: Spring

A medley of photos from our walk on 17th February 2026 that might (or might not) typify Spring. Enjoy

17th February 2026

🔼Aconites, snowdrops and daffodils are native to Britain. But I suspect these ones are garden escapes. Still, lovely to see 🔽 ⏬

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17th February 2026

🔼 Catkins are everywhere now. These ones are ‘blowing in the wind’ 🔽 And at last! I’m thinking these blossoms are cherry-plum and not blackthorn since I see evidence of at least one leaf (blackthorn flowers on naked limbs)

17th February 2026

17th February 2026

Look down by your feet (or along the roadside’s grassy verges) for three of the earliest truly wild flowers 🔼 Chickweed 🔽 Speedwell ⏬ and Red deadnettle

17th February 2026

17th February 2026

17th February 2026

Trees! 🔼 A massive hollow-trunked oak that still lives on 🔽 This trunk entanglement wouldn’t be so obvious, or comical, if the bark wasn’t in such contrast. So the beefy established tree is an oak. But the one clinging on? Could it be a beech? Or holly?

17th February 2026

17th February 2026

🔼 Moss on this decaying tumbled-down tree provides a miniature garden, delightful in the sun’s spring rays 🔽 I’ve a feeling this daff-in-a-planter had been stationed here to alert drivers, since the road clips tight to that house wall

17th February 2026

🔽 There is a house along this route whose garden I have featured several times. There’s usually some change to the display oddments. I love what we found this time

17th February 2026

And that’s all for now. Hope you enjoyed.

Look out for us next week when we go ‘south of the border’. County border, that is.

 

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Words On Writing #9

Hands up all those who’ve heard the advice “Write what you know.”

Hands up if you thought this meant you should only include your own lived experiences in your writing.

Example: You’re a married accountant, so you’re going to write about the troubles a married accountant might have.

While that does have potential, you might like to throw in a murder, kidnapping, or blackmail. Not because that’s happened to you – or anyone else in the office – but because it adds interest and tension, and you read murder/thriller books, so you know how it goes.

I don’t read that genre, so it’s pointless me writing those kinds of books. Though I might be able to cobble together a placard-waving protest group with wellie-wearing folks laying down in front of tractors and diggers, who spend the rest of the day in a cell in the local police station. Fingerprints taken.

“Write what you read or watch” might be better advice.

You don’t have to go through that awful divorce yourself to be able to write it into your story, because you’ve seen enough in movies and on TV, and read it in books.

But the vicarious experience thus gained can take you only so far.

Example: Mr Bloggs might pig-out on movies and books set in bustling cities. But if Mr Bloggs has lived his entire life in a quiet rural village will he really understand what life is like in the city?

For myself, I cannot begin to imagine the everyday stresses of living in, say, New York.

The same can be said of any environment, whether geographic, national, geological, or natural. Does the city dweller understand what life’s like for Mr Bloggs? Does a native of the temperate climes understand what life is like in a desert, or a rainforest?

Reading and watching is no substitute for the lived experience.

And that’s why we can be fully immersed in a story when…oops! That jarring moment when something shouts inaccuracy.

It’s happened to me. Most often with American writers who’ve set their story in contemporary or historical England. Though I’m sure it happens the other way around, with English writers setting their story in America.

A long vacation in the featured setting might help. But how do you travel to a historical period?

I don’t set myself above or apart from this, for I’m pretty sure I do it too. Setting my stories in a pre-industrial society is sure to bring up loads of inaccuracies. I cannot go visit, I cannot know. Looking at those few remaining societies in our own time can provide just so much material.

Keeping to the fantasy genre helps because this is the world that I’ve built, and I can be as anachronistic as I want.

Being an archaeology nerd, I know that the life I portray is a million miles wide of the truth. But then, in being true to the reality of that world would the story be laden with facets that todays’ readers would not understand? Most likely, yes.

So what am I saying?

I’m advocating for research, even if you think that you’re well informed. Don’t assume you know something just because you’ve read it or watched it somewhere.

You only have to look at the historically inaccurate ‘Viking’ costumes that litter our screens. The Vikings wore COLOURS, and rich fabrics. They traded in the East, ffs. But today we’re fed visions of black, black, black and grey. They’re portrayed as unkempt. Yet archaeology and contemporary reports tell us that these people cared for their appearance e.g. with regular combing of their hair, and daily washes.

And that’s all I’m saying today

Thank you for reading. Love to read your comments. Keep them coming.

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Sunday Picture Post: Beside the Beck

17th February 2026 dawns chilly but dry after too much rain for too many days. Rather than trudge through knee-deep mud, we choose a walk that’s mostly roads though we might have to wade through puddles. This walk starts at Brooke and ends at Chedgrave. Six miles. Come along and enjoy…

17th February 2026

🔼Sheep sunning themselves beside the Well Beck 🔽 I’ve taken a photo at this particular spot many times, trying to capture the play of light on the catkins and the barely emerged leaves

17th February 2026

17th February 2026

🔼 The Well Beck glimpsed between the trees. This little stream is a tributary of the Chet, itself a tributary of the Yare 🔽 ⏬ The Beck flows through pastures green, trimmed with oak and alder

17th February 2026

17th February 2026

17th February 2026

🔼 How I envy those who live along this lane. So little traffic yet not lost in any uninhabited depths 🔽⏬

17th February 2026

17th February 2026

🔽 Here’s another place I find irresistible to photograph. Here I’ve focused on the mix of colours and textures

17th February 2026

17th February 2026

🔼 Nature reasserts her attraction for my lens. Love trees, and this one has wonderful form 🔽 Here’s where we take our chances along a dirt track. Will it be muddy? The catkins seem to invite us in

17th February 2026

17th February 2026

🔼 Back onto a proper made-up road. A quick look back as we climb out of the valley. This is Norfolk: Valleys aren’t deep, sides aren’t steep 🔽 And here at last we find the mud! Oh well, we’re nearly at Chedgrave and our bus home, so best we trudge through it

17th February 2026

I hope you enjoyed our walk. It’s a route we take often at this time of year. The sheltered valley ensures early flowers and usually the walk is kind to the shoes!

You can see some of those flowers in Tuesday Treats, plus some other…things

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Crazy Old Lady

1st August 2020

It’s not easy when everyone knows
She’s a careless, carpe diem, madcap lady
Who says, yay, this is the way
Despite the map says it’s not
Then gets herself stuck
In a nettle-filled rut
Who leaps, then looks
And tumbles down hillsides
Grassy ones, thankfully never rocks
Who tries to beat the tide
Then drenched to the skin she laughs
Not easy when she’s proven her ability
Now approaching 75, to adopt sound sense and sensibility


76 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Sensibility

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CCC076: Gone Fishing

Gone fishing

To catch us a bass, trout or perch?

Gone fishing

To hook us a tasty dish?

Gone fishing

Or angling to dangle a sweet-baited hook?

Aye, to catch me a catch with a handsome look

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #076

Every Wednesday I’ll post FOUR photos (if you want to get a head start you’ll find them marked in that week’s Sunday Picture Post and Tuesday Treats). Lots of choice!

And here they are:

You respond with something CREATIVE. Perhaps an  answering photo, or micro-fiction, or a poem, or just a caption

As before, there are 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.

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN

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Tuesday Treats: Town Flowers and…Things

A gathering of photos from our town walk on 10th February 2026. Enjoy…

10th February 2026

Churchyards make excellent nature reserves, especially in towns 🔼 Snowdrops, dripping from the rain 🔽 Standing tall and proud, this solitary daffodil

10th February 2026

10th February 2026

🔼 Perfect primrose glistening with raindrops 🔽 Winter aconite, all besplattered

10th February 2026

10th February 2026

Along the river bank 🔼 now we see the daffs in all their collective glory 🔽 and crocuses trying to compete

10th February 2026

Where there’s a river… alder, its colour brought out by the white of the wall

10th February 2026

Where there’s a town there are shops. Where there are shops there are windows. Some with ghostly reflections of the street

10th February 2026

🔼 A wine merchant’s 🔽 I think this is an antiques shop; whatever, it’s an interesting display

10th February 2026

10th February 2026

🔼 Antiques of a different cast 🔽And yet another…

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10th February 2026

Two photos that don’t fit the above categories 🔼 Cacti for sale 🔽 Where there’s a river there are anglers

10th February 2026

That’s all for now, folks. Hope you enjoyed.

Next week, I promise you blue skies and sunshine… at least for part of the day

 

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Words On Writing Issue 8

Question: What sort of stories do you like to read?

I don’t mean which genre, but the storytelling’s general style. Genre is like saying you like evergreen trees. But the general storytelling style is like saying you like prickly trees with berries, or needled with cones, glossy leaved, or total dullards, and so on…

So, what sort of stories do you like to read?

You’re hesitant. I’ll go first. I like a story that contains a puzzle. I’ll say puzzle rather than mystery, since mystery can have mystical connotations. I like to solve the puzzle along with the protagonist. It makes my brain work.

Now it’s your turn. But let’s take it slowly.

Do you like your story to be fast paced?

You’ve gotta keep reading, page-turning, page-turning, until you reach the end. But then you might experience disappointment because you’ve finished that read. Gotta get another.

Needless to say (oops, cliché, sorry) that’s the type of story that agents, booksellers and publishers like. It’s the most common type on the bookshelves today.

What if you prefer a slower pace?

You want to immerse yourself in the story’s world. You want to identify with the protagonist, feel what they’re feeling, rejoice with them, cry with them, and generally make friends with them. That story takes much longer to read, and at it’s end while you feel satisfied you might feel…estranged. Ah, but look, here’s a sequel.

Such stories do tend to have sequels. Indeed, some might form part of a very long series. Sequels and long series also satisfy the agents, booksellers and publishers.

Maybe you don’t like reading stories that form a series. You could find them annoying. Unable to find the next in the series, you’re in a quandary: do you drop the series and move on, or skip that one?

What if the stories you most enjoy are those that stand out, one of a kind?

A story that in its premise, its protagonist or setting, is unique. Surely that is a treasure, maybe ear-marked to be a classic, given time.

You’re wondering why all my questions.

It’s because of recent watches of videos on YouTube.

I confess, I am obsessed with YouTubers who offer writing advice to we struggling authors. But I’m noticing that advice tends to cluster around just a few issues. Prime of which is “How to make your story a fast-paced page-turner.”

Cos that’s what publishers want.

Publishers do. But do readers?


That’s all for this week. Thank you for reading. And as ever, I’m happy to receive your comments

 

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Sunday Picture Post: A Small Suffolk Town

Casting our minds back to 10th February 2026, the morning starts with a drizzle but maybe it’ll clear and get out sunny. We opt to visit a town, where there are shops to dive into if the clouds release a downpour. We choose Bungay. There’s a medieval castle at Bungay but that’s wrapped in tarpaulin while it undergoes essential repairs. Not to be deterred, we hop those buses and duly arrive. Here 🔽 please join us

10th February 2026

The first thing you notice about this small town of Bungay is it has two medieval churches 🔼 the round towered Holy Trinity, just visible here 🔽 and the more ornate St Mary’s ⏬which once had a priory attached

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10th February 2026

10th February 2026

Next you might notice how colourful the houses! 🔽⏬⏬⏬

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10th February 2026

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10th February 2026

🔽 !!!

10th February 2026

10th February 2026

And the river 🔼 Here flows the Waveney, one of the three rivers that conjoin to make Breydon Water at Gt Yarmouth

10th February 2026

🔼 The placid river 🔽 The gush as that water rushes through the weir

10th February 2026

We cross that little footbridge back into town to find a cafe and warm ourselves, for this day is not warm.

I hope you enjoyed our town walk and that your nose, fingers and toes aren’t as cold as mine. And, oh look, it’s about to rain. More photos on Tuesday

 

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