Charlie sat on his favourite seat, high on Cannon Hill. Folks might have thought he was gazing out to sea. They might have thought – with how often he was there – that he was waiting for something or someone.
In a way he was, but not for a ship as the townsfolk might have thought. He was waiting for his aunt, or rather her ghost.
A circus performer, she had died when the cannon from which she was supposed to be launched misfired and a fault in the structure caused an explosion.
Here’s how it works:
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Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN
Some of the details from our walk on 14th December when the frost was deep and the sun was strong. Enjoy
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That’s all for now folks. Hope you enjoyed. More next week!
14th December, our last walk before Christmas. We don’t realise how cold it is while on the coast. But stepping off the bus 25 miles or so inland… this
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We’re intending to walk Marriott’s Way through to Costessey. But there’s a little woodland at Thorpe Marriott we want to explore
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It starts with a frozen pond. Now we know it’s cold!
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But the frost hasn’t intruded into the woodland
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Back onto Marriott’s Way, the 25 miles of former railway, now a cycle-runners-walkers track
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It’s not so cold here, and the sun keeps shining through! But…ah, spoke too soon
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We cross the Wensum…
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We cross farm tracks too
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We’re nearing Costessey…but we’ll continue this walk next week
Hope you enjoyed, and don’t feel too cold now!
Southwold, 12th January 2023
Thursday’s walk took us over the border into Suffolk and the small harbour at Southwold where every sized boat was hauled ashore for winter repairs. These caught my eye. I don’t need to say why.
Travel, one of the titles from Maria Antonia’s #2023picofthe week
image by Hawksky on pixabay
It was cryptic, the script which lay before me, written in an Elizabethan Secretarial Hand. By the spymaster himself? Could it be?
It was well preserved; it must have been the best quality vellum, and first time used, not marred with the scrapings suggestive of years of palimpsests.
But what did it mean? And who did it concern? Did its contents lead to the arrest of a traitor, conspirator or the faithful of the wrong sect? Did someone lose their head over this? Did they lay on the rack, sinews stretched until they snapped?
Intrigued, I had to know more.
100 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Script
The weather has turned, fungi season has ended. Though we might find one or two with each new walk, it won’t be enough to fill a feature. And so, as promised, I’m posting the overflows from previous walks.
31st October we walked to Burlingham Woods. It was perhaps our most prolific fungi-hunt day. I’ve already posted 24 shots. Here’s another 20 or more. Enjoy!
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That’s all folks. Hope you enjoyed. See you with more next Friday!
The photographers lined the bank, standing just clear of the water, their humble identities lost amongst the pressing media reporters. For the waters of this lake had been steadily rising these past few days – and it wasn’t because of an increase in rain.
Scientists from the School of Environmental Sciences at the local university had studied and pondered the uncommon phenomenon. Then one had declared, “Eureka!”
The water was rising because of a foreign body placed into the lake – placed in and growing. What could it be?
Images returned from a quickly acquired submersible showed an ovoid object. An egg.
“It’s a dragon’s egg!”
Now everyone waited for that egg to hatch.
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:
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
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
9th December 2022, a day of sharp frosts and hail, but intrepid, we walked the beach anyway. When the sun finally came out…these
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Sea Holly in Christmas colours!
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Our beautiful wave-scoured beach!
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Yay! Here comes the sun…
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The tide is outgoing. Love how it tumbles
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I could spend my days capturing those waves
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By now we’ve reached the end of our walk. Hope you enjoyed.
crispina kemp 