Let me take you back to 27th April. Two buses take us (via Norwich) to Long Stratton, a small town built “along” a Roman road. We’re heading to Tyrrell’s Wood, an ancient woodland managed by Woodland Trust. We’ve been there several times on our fungi hunts. But this time we’re going the long way round, which is mostly off-road walking.
I could fill the page with so many more trees. But 12 pics I think is enough. See Tuesday Treat for the flowers we met on the way. And oh, what treats they were. Hope you’ve enjoyed
First to explain Yarmouth Rodes: this is the sea between the beach and Scroby Sands where ships wait for the return of the tide to enter the harbour. And that’s what I thought this ship was doing (it being low tide). I was most surprised to see what looks like dredging equipment. Or is it a fairground ride?
Whatever its purpose of presence, the photo qualifies for Up Close, another title achieved from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia.
You don’t think it’s up close? Here’s the first photo I took. It’s the ship on the right.
Drifting along I’ve lost my song I fell from a bird Now I’ll never be heard Where are I going? Where does the stream take me? To new life, to death? To a reconnection? No, my bird is gone Now never no song
Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN
Here’s how it works:
Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.) You respond with something CREATIVE
Here are some suggestions:
An answering photo
A short story (flash fiction)
A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
A song—the lyrics or the performance
You have plenty of scope and 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 If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory) by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN
April 22nd. The day arrives for our annual return to our childhood home, to the woods where I played Robin Hood and Sir Ivanhoe, where I learned the names of wild flowers. And from the woods a walk along Marriotts Way into Norwich for the bus back to Great Yarmouth on the North Sea coast.
Please, put on your hikers and come along with me.
Of course there were flowers seen along the way. I’ll be showing you a selection on Tuesday.
Wayward! Wayward? That’s what they said. Wayward, because I wouldn’t follow where they led. Wayward, because I took a different route. Wayward, as if I were a woodland brute. Wayward, because I walked a different way. Wayward! And now I wait for break of day When the black-hooded man must come for me. But better hanged than burned in their god-spelled glee. Wayward, I celebrate the birth of Earth again On this today, the Eve of Beltane
Learning to Fly: The Spinner’s Game Continues by Crispina Kemp My rating: 5 of 5 stars I read an early version of Learning to Fly and loved it. I’ve also read all the previous Spinner’s Game books, but this isn’t necessary and first time readers can easily jump in here. I’ve always considered myself a […]