Tuesday 28 July 2020, a day to remember, for today I donned my face shield and ventured forth on public transport all the way into Norwich to walk part of Marriott’s Way. Oh, bliss! To renew my acquaintance with this.
Norwich Guildhall: 28 July 2020
A historic building, delightful flint flush-work… and passed on my way to the Wensum
Coslany Bridge: 28 July 2020
The first of many bridges
The start of Marriott’s Way: 28 July 2020
St Crispin is the patron saint of leatherworkers (cobblers and glovers). Norwich grew as a city upon the wealth of wool and shoes
A contemporary bridge: 28 July 2020
Of metal construction, the bridge thunders and roars. Child that I am, I love it
Railway bridge: 28 July 2020
Taken from the river bank… I braved beds of nettles for this!
The Bridge at the Bounds: 28 July 2020
Here Norwich stops and Costessey & Hellesdon begin
Where I stopped for lunch: 28 July 2020
I remember this as a child. A gravel pit. Now it’s flooded and home to both white and yellow water lilies. But the sun, strong, leached the colours
A view from Costessey over Wensum Valley: 28 July 2020
I’ve left Marriott’s Way behind… it’s down there in the valley. My intent instead is to visit the woods, haunt of my childhood and much missed this year
Green Hills Wood: 28 July 2020
Since I can remember, there was a pine plantation at the top of this hill. But 2 years ago it was felled. That spring the air was heady with the divine scent of bluebells. Alas, I could not visit this bluebell season, the first time I haven’t returned since I moved away.
Willows beside River Tud: 28 July 2020
Two rivers flow through Costessey: the Tud and the Wensum… though the Tud is more of a paddling stream.
In East Hills Woods: 28 July 2020
No social distancing here. Here the trees gather in a loving embrace.
So many photos I shot that day. Which ones to share with you. After much cogitation, I decided to omit the flowers. The flowers aren’t special to the place, the bridges and these woods are.
Hope you enjoyed.
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