As the world turns to every shade of grey, our eyes seek out brighter colours. Here are a selection from our walk on 27th January 2022. Enjoy
A bit of a cheeky end! See you next week when there’ll be loads more birds.
Hope you enjoyed
As the world turns to every shade of grey, our eyes seek out brighter colours. Here are a selection from our walk on 27th January 2022. Enjoy
A bit of a cheeky end! See you next week when there’ll be loads more birds.
Hope you enjoyed
Thursday 27th January, we hop on a bus… and hop off again on the outskirts of Norwich. We’re going to walk the Yare Valley and catch a bus back up at Hellington. Eight and a half miles. I’ve broken this into 2 posts by necessity. We were due to walk on Monday but winds of 50 mph plus are forecast, and I’ve sprained my ankle. No matter. Enjoy.
A heron is there to greet us…
Whitlingham Broad… the day started overcast…
The broad meets Yare…
The climber Traveller’s Joy (Clematis vitalba) was rampant last year. The seed heads remain…
And in places make for a magical scene…
Winter woods… in 50 shades of grey
Norwich Southern Bypass cuts our path, but there’s a way… if the angry hornet will let us pass
And out the other side there’s a farm… notice, the clouds are thinning. Might there be sun?
Climbing out of the valley and looking back to see a clear sky…
And forward to see there is not…
So we keep on climbing and… wow!
But, to the south (to our right)…
That too is destined to clear…
Looking back before we begin the next half…
As usual, deciding which photos to use can be difficult, so I hope you’ve enjoyed those I selected. Winter is still with us but there are days when it loosens its grip, as you’ll see on Tuesday Treat
I knew this bear-cub with he was a fungi-covered stump.
Stumped, another title from the list Maria Antonia has given us for #2022picoftheweek
To trip on First River’s chalk-rubble strewn bed was considered an ill omen. But Hegrea crossed with nothing worse than soggy shoes and the hem of her alder-red woven-wool dress.
Now to hasten home. Away for three years, this was no day for sauntering. What greeting awaited her? Who had survived?
51 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Prompt: Saunter
“Is that ZZ177 up there AGAIN?”
“Third time this morning. Showing off.”
“Well he needn’t think he’s going to beg bread off the nice lady. Nothing beautiful about him. Needs to spend more time in the water, getting clean. Who hatched him anyway?”
This might need a word of explanation. We sat beside South Walsham Broad to eat our lunch, beautiful swans hopeful of a crumb or two. When this aircraft roared overhead. Several times. Apparently part of military exercises.
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
Details from our walk on 13th January… in the sun, after the rain!
The last left standing…
That’s all for now. See you next Tuesday. I wonder what treats I’ll have for you then?
Hope you enjoyed
Picking up where we left off last week, 13th January, we’re heading now to South Walsham, home of my several-times great grandfather.
Looking back at the mill…
Along the narrow lanes
To South Walsham… church of St Mary
Church of St Lawrence (now an arts centre). The two churches share the same churchyard, a common phenomenon in Norfolk
Along the lane to the Broad
South Walsham Broad connects to River Bure. In summer its busy with pleasure cruisers and yachts. All tucked up now for the winter months
We stop here for lunch… but we’ve brought no bread for the swans
Only one mallard today. He wants his bread too. Shame, we’ve only brought cheese and salad
Oh, and here comes some more…
Maybe they all want to star on my blog?
All keen to audition!
And that’s all for now folks.
I do hope I can get out this week and find some interesting places. Weather penned me in this past week; could happen again, it is winter. But if that happens, I have a plan or two of what to do. See you then
Raindrops on moss… not quite the same as whiskers on kittens but it’s one of my favourite things
Pretty Little Things, another title from the list Maria Antonia has given us for #2022picoftheweek
They seek him here, they seek him there
They seek that scarlet varlet everywhere
Up the vales and o’er the downs
They scale the towers in all the towns
They question players and Shakespearean clowns
Through sunny days and even gales
Through England’s land and into Wales
In ladies’ bowers where nobody sins
They whisper spells while they turn widdershins
Oh where, oh where can that varlet be
That wherever they look they cannot see?
75 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Prompt: Widdershins