Don’t you just love it when a fellow writer invites you to write a post for their blog. This is what Historical Fiction writer Tony Riches did when he discovered I was about to launch a new book.
And so I happily tapped the keys and emailed him the result. And here it is…
Tony Riches books are set in the Tudor court. Thoroughly researched, excellently written; Tony has a growing following. I recommend! Find his books here
Picking up where we left off last Sunday, in our walk of 19th April.
We take a long cut, just so we can walk beside the river…
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We discuss whether this is Old Man or Old Mother Willow. All I know is this tree was old when I was young
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Two bridges create a slight illusion. My grandpa helped to build the older bridge (the one with the arches)
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We circle around to approach Greenhills Wood…because our bus stop lies on the other side. Logic, hey!
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It is a hill, but it’s not high (this is Norfolk)
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When we moved from this village in 1983 there was a pine plantation on this hilltop. Not no more!
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There is a greening where once was deep pine-shadowed dark
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And here are bluebells… of course
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But as yet we’re too early for the wide swathes of bluebells that carpet this woodland. Never mind. We have somewhere else in mind for our next walk.
Hope you enjoyed!
Image: Open Clip-Art Vectors on Pixabay
As a statement that is absurd
The hugest crap I’ve ever heard
Might as well say you’ve proven
That elephants live in trees
Or that if you don’t move then
Moss will grow on your knees
Why not say that people undecided
Literally sit on the fence
No, my friend, don’t feel chided
Just saying it makes as much sense
Don’t be deceived
I am not peeved
Just on this point I’m ever resolute
The truth can never be absolute
80 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Absolute
5th May 2023
What I Read, one of the titles from Maria Antonia’s #2023picofthe week
In days of old
When wives were bold
If they brewed enough ale
They offered it for sale
No TV ads
No hoardings, billboards
No papers – tabloid or sheets broad
How then to fetch in the drinkers?
They tied on their roof a straggly bush
And stood aside to avoid the rush
The photo shows The Bush, a public house in my old home village.
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
19th April 2023 we make our annual pilgrimage to our childhood home to see the bluebells. But we also take in a woodland forbidden to us when we lived in the village but now open to all. Enjoy…
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The gorse lets us know we’re in heathy country, despite we’re heading into a woodland
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Witness: Wood Sage = woodland!
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This I remember, in spring these woods were full of cherry blossoms
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Ah-ha! So there are bluebells here
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And Lords and Ladies, best I’ve seen this year
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Ransoms: Wild Garlic. Yummy
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And as we head to the street, Forget-me-nots. How could we ever!
More next week. Hope you enjoyed.
Home, they say, is where your heart is. Despite the years since I’ve moved, my heart remains in the village of my birth, childhood, teens and young motherhood. My daughter and I return every year for the bluebell season. This year, we extended our walk.
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The old village is ringed with wooded hills, though this one was forbidden us when we lived here. Private property. But at last it’s open to the public. These are not recently planted trees. These are anciently coppiced
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And here’s an easy way up a hill…
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Into the woodland-proper… no pigs root around here as once they did
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But there are deer. Alas, he fled before I could get a good focus
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Disappointed, not seeing bluebells… but that’s me being impatient. They weren’t yet in full flower, but they were appearing (see Tuesday Treats)
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Oh look, a gate onto the road where once we lived
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We’ll return another time (autumn for fungi?) to explore more thoroughly. For now it’s a walk along the street, for we’ve lots more to explore on this visit
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That’s all for today. Next week, Back Home, Part 2
2nd May 2023
I’ve a whole swathe of cowslips in my garden which mysteriously showed up this spring (I did not plant them!). Must be the fairies…
Light/Dark, one of the titles from Maria Antonia’s #2023picofthe week
image by Peggychoucair on Pixabay
As far as words go
And some, don’t you know
Go deeper than others
This word goes deep into me
Through my gullet, even down to my knees
Where it throws up shoots like a stubborn weed
I’d fetch my two-pronged gardening tool
I’d sweat and groan, an ignorant fool
But to eradicate “eradicate” now is too late
58 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Eradicate
