Flowers seen along the way when we walked from Lowestoft to Gorleston, mostly on cliffs. Enjoy…
Hope you enjoyed. That’s all for now folks. Check in next week for a different plant community…
Flowers seen along the way when we walked from Lowestoft to Gorleston, mostly on cliffs. Enjoy…
Hope you enjoyed. That’s all for now folks. Check in next week for a different plant community…
There was a fuss
A to-do
The day the animals escaped from the zoo
There was dissent
And much disapproval
At the suggestion of the zoo’s removal
Bred in captivity
Unequipped for urban survival
Freedom was good but not a valid revival
Liberty is best kept for the already free!
Nets and drugs might be given a try
But never guns: that caused an outcry!
65 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Outcry
Resuming the walk from Lowestoft to Gorleston on 15th May, we’d reached Corton Woods… now to continue
Having untangled ourselves from the web of paths, we head back to the sea… to find it’s almost low tide. Truly
So we take the cliff path… oops! We’ve run out of land. Try again
There is beach down there but it’s too dangerous and all access is blocked
We continue along the cliff path. We’re heading to that misty-greyness in the distance
Closer now, we can see destination. Still a misty-greyness…
You want to see the sea? You want to walk down there? Not on your Nelly!
Ah! Sand. Beach. And a lot of teasels. Ok, it’s now safe to go down…
The last leg, north Hopton to south Gorleston and the sea defences are weary and worn and no longer effective
I like playing… but not when the sea is crashing over me!
The last stretch…
Erosion, a story repeated all along this coast
And we’re there, Gorleston beach
Hope you enjoyed the walk. Here we stop for a coffee before heading off to the bus to take us back across the river.
On 20th May we went to Sheringham on North North Coast. The weather wasn’t good, but the trains* were…
Numbered, another title from the list Maria Antonia has given us for #2022picoftheweek
* North Norfolk Heritage Railway
The others were tall and elegant, with bodies well-formed and gowns structured and firm.
She was short, her body weak and weedy, her gown flimsy, easily torn.
They had a sameness, she was different; when together, she stood out, alone yet not forlorn.
Poppy her name, chosen always to be remembered.
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Where the bus stops there is a park, quite delightful with ornamental trees, a cafe, music concerts, and run-around-lawns for the kids. We pass through on the way to the promenade…
Even the concrete promenade has flowers… for those with eyes. Love how the salt has changed the leaves to purple
On the dunes, a tiny flower
Dune Rose, Sand Rose, Rosa Rugossa… take your pick
And choose your colour
This next one’s protected (means it’s rare & endangered) so DON’T pick it
Atop the cliff… gorse, of course
And into the woods… a Red Horse Chestnut (oh, that old nut!)
Anomalies multiply… white bluebells
And here was a shot I couldn’t resist
And with the honeysuckle we must move on. Next week we’re back to the second part of the walk… cliffs and sea
Hope you enjoyed
We set out early, a bus to Lowestoft. It’s no great distance, about 10 miles. We’re walking back… by beach and cliff and woods and back to cliffs and beach. It’s a walk of two parts (second part next week)
The tide is high when we arrive at Lowestoft and there’s not a lot of blue in the sky.
In fact, it’s a decidedly grey day. Why, even the gulls are grey!
I do hope the weather improves; I hope we find some colour. Hey, here’s colour. This beach (north end of Lowestoft) is almost a war museum, so many remains of WWII coastal defences
Moving to Gunton Cliffs and Warren… a spring
At Gunton the dunes are alive with golden gorse
More war relics…and someone with a sense of humour
We climb the cliff. This being compacted sand (not sandstone) we do it the safe way, using the steps provided
Atop the cliff a veritable forest of evergreen oak, wind-wrung and wrangled
And more gorse, so welcome on such a grey day
And soon from the gorse-land we’re into the woodland and here we’re greeted by a little green pool
Meandering through… so easy to get lost although this woodland is no great size
…until we come to the heart of the woods…
What a beautiful place to stop, take a breath. We’ll return next week when we’ll head back to the sea
Hope you enjoy. Sorry about the weather; I’m not in control of that!
Don’t forget to check out Tuesday Treats for the flowers seen on the way
I planted these irises last autumn; they’ve been advertising their presence (as leaves) for ages, but I’d forgotten what colour they were till Wednesday morning. Fully delighted with this *something new*.
Something New, another title from the list Maria Antonia has given us for #2022picoftheweek
Kerrid watched the sky, a sullen stare at the encircling Star Serpent, a fervent prayer to the Spinner for some sign, any sign, some guidance. That sign came the third night.
She thought she’d entranced to the Web, yet there was no cold cutting wind, no taste of smoke and salt on the air in the Web.
But if she weren’t in the Web, then what were those lights, these wind-wafted veils of delicate hues?
Divines… pouring through the star-guarded hole. She’d found the pole that threads the world. The Omphalos.
91 words for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Omphalos
Sampled from The Pole That Threads, Bk 3 in The Spinner’s Game