A few of the flowers seen on our walk through the Tas Valley
And finally…
That’s all for this week, folks. Hope you enjoyed
A few of the flowers seen on our walk through the Tas Valley
And finally…
That’s all for this week, folks. Hope you enjoyed
11th April, we catch the bus into Norwich, and out to Swardeston, a Norfolk village with two commons, an upper (dry) common and a lower (wet) common. It also has a delightful walk through the Tas Valley. We continue the walk along to Intwood. The walk’s not too soggy, no need for wellies. Please come along with me
The Upper Common where cricket is played
The village pond… cos all villages must have one
The Lower Common, beloved of dogwalkers
Then across the road… oops, watch out for tractors
And into the meadows… we walk the dry path, at the top and leave cattle and heron to wade through the mud
One of my favourite trees is here…isn’t she fantastic!
And into the woods… well, more of a thorny copse
Across the tiny bridge over the tiny fairies’ pond…
And across the fields…
Thereafter by road to Intwood just in time to sit in the churchyard and enjoy our packed lunch
Now heading back to Swardeston to catch the bus home we cross the tiny River Tas
And a last look back…
That’s all folks for another week. Hope you enjoyed the walk. With the bluebells now out, we could be in for proper treat next week!
Since moving last summer, I have spent so much time around the banks of Breydon Water. But it was such a pleasant evening, the sun tempted me out. So glad I responded.
At Day’s End, another title from the list Maria Antonia has given us for #2022picoftheweek
He was coming at her with great long strides. And she bemused, not understanding, stood stick still, her luminous exudation twitching and tiny-gust-swirling when she should’ve been in his head.
30 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Luminous
Taken from an old edit of The Spinner’s Child
He was a tutor at the art college when work began on the new bridge. Every weekend and many evenings he’d be there, sketching, recording the progress. But the art college closed, and he moved away, so he hasn’t seen it as it is today. So I give him this photo and imagine he’s the person driving that car.
In memory… he was my tutor
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To me, Spring is typified by two colours: Yellow and Purple. Enjoy
The fritillary is a rare flower to find growing wild these days. It comes in those two colours
Is it a cowslip or an oxlip? I always muddle them. Yet they’re not so alike
The primroses, here coupled with a violet. Yellow and Purple, the colours of Spring (ok, so this violet veers more to the blue)
I think (but I’m not sure) that this is Fairy Flax
And appearing like an exclamation mark, and cultivated, not wild (but I couldn’t resist)
That’s all folks. Many of the earliest flowers are now fading away. Perhaps next week I’ll have something different for you.
8th April seems so long ago, yet I’ve left us at Fritton Common, and we’ve a bus to catch to take us home. So best we ignore the date and get walking again. Please, come along…
At the south of the common, signage directs us to Boudica’s Way. But that’s not the Way we want.
This is the way we want…
It takes us alongside a rather wet woodland looking wonderfully green…
Now which way?
Apparently this way…
And into a pasture, beyond which…
But first we have to cross the stile… and I do swear it was designed for a giant; it’s all crazy angles and made of slippery iron (not to mention the barbed wire beside it just waiting to snag us)
And we’re into a field of canola. In UK it’s called rapeseed. But with such sunny flowers, and such a sweet scent, I cannot use such a horrible name
Almost back from our walk, reluctant to encounter traffic and people, I take a lingering look back
And onto the last few yards of a footpath which will deliver us to the small town of Long Stratton
Hope you enjoyed our walk. Next week we head out to the water meadows of Swardeston. Till then…
Cyril is the most annoying creature in the whole wide world.
Bad enough that he sneaks into my garden.
Bad enough that he digs up my lawn.
Bad enough that he’s making that lawn into a pitch and putt course.
AND has created a peanut plantation.
If I had a gun… I do swear!
A most provocative creature – he’s provoking my anger.
62 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Provocative
What I couldn’t capture is the sound of the birds, so evocative in the stillness of the turn of the tide and the turn of the day
Beginning with M, another title from the list Maria Antonia has given us for #2022picoftheweek