Sunday Picture Post: This Green and Pleasant Land

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.

The footpath out of town: 27 April 2021
All-day Breakfast: 27 April 2021
Beautiful, the English lanes in spring: 27 April 2021
Another footpath takes us across country: 27 April 2021
A young elm in flower: 27 April 2021
Another lane? No, our footpath follows a private road that leads to a farm: 27 April 2021
Heading now to Wood Green, a hamlet anciently named for Tyrrell’s Wood: 27 April 2021
Can’t resist taking photos of gates; 27 April 2021
And into the woods: 27 April 2021
On the ancient forest edge: 27 April 2021
Managed woodlands have established areas and those of new growth: 27 April 2021
27 April 2021

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

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Out Riding Yarmouth Rodes

3 May 2021

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.

3 May 2021

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Never a Song

Crimson’s Creative Challenge 130

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

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #130

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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 cartoon
  • A joke
  • A caption
  • An anecdote
  • A short story (flash fiction)
  • A poem
  • A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
  • An essay
  • 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

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Tuesday Treat: April Flowers

Bluebells, of course: 22 April 2021
22 April 2021
New leaf of Rowan (Mountain Ash): 22 April 2021
Wood Anemones. Magical: 22 April 2021
Close-up: 22 April 2021
Columbine, more delicate than the garden variety: 22 April 2021
Wood Sorrel (where still the fairies hide): 22 April 2021
22 April 2021
Spring Beauty: 22 April 2021
Ransoms (Wild Garlic): 22 April 2021
Dandelion. And White Butterfly: 22 April 2021
Dandelion and Small Tortoiseshell: 22 April 2021
Marsh Marigolds (Kingcup): 22 April 2021

That’s all folks. Until next week. Hope you enjoyed this little visit to the flowers of my child-days

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Green Hills and Vales

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.

Grand Lady, Guardian of the Woods: 22 April 2021
22 April 2021
And just look, the bluebells are out: 22 April 2021
22 April 2021
22 April 2021
Heading now to the stream where as a child I paddled, and to the river where as a teen I swam: 22 April 2021
River Tud (a paddling stream): 22 April 2021
And here’s a treat for the eyes: 22 April 2021
Kids don’t swim in the Wensum now, they paddle-board: 22 April 2021
Old Man Willow: 22 April 2021

Of course there were flowers seen along the way. I’ll be showing you a selection on Tuesday.

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On Beltane Eve

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

77 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Prompt: Wayward

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Admiring the View

22nd April 2021

In the Shade, another title achieved from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia

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Learning to Fly — Lauren Willmore

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 […]

Learning to Fly — Lauren Willmore
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CCC129: Old Man of the Woods

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #129

Old man? But he would be old if he had lived; he was older than me.

“I’ll be waiting for you right here,” he said every time we parted. “Even if I die, I shall still wait here for you.” And me, the callous bitch, married his brother within a year.

Thirty years since I’ve been here, his brother now joined him in death. And what did I expect to find? His ghost? No, just this carving, done as a self-portrait he’d said.

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