Weather descending into winter, chances are these are the last of this year’s fungi. Enjoy.
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Unlikely though it looks, this is a fungus: 22nd November 2021
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That’s all folks. Ah, sadness; now what will Nature give us for our Tuesday Treats?
22nd November, didn’t know this was to be the last walk of the month. Though winter approaches, weather caves in, so it’s not surprising. Hope you’re wearing waterproof footwear. We’re going to Acle to walk through a rain-sodden land to Tunstall Church.
At Acle the moon competes with the sun
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And into the carr we go (carr = a wet woodland)
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November decay is grey… so I’m looking for anything with colour
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The sky reflected in water is always a scorer
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Norfolk reed (exactly the same plant is found in Norfolk, Virginia)
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Iconic… Old Man Willow
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The path threads between two drainage channels and is exceedingly muddy. And that mud is slippery!
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We’re glad when we reach the pasture; not quite so muddy there
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A wide-wide land… and no cattle today
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Oh bliss, to walk on a proper road… yes it is a proper metalled road
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So much easier to walk than all that slipping and sliding
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And we arrive at Tunstall church
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We’ll sit here and eat our lunch on the way back. But first we’ve to get to Halvergate. We’ll do that next week.
Hope you enjoyed this first part and didn’t find it too much the same as our walk in August even though it’s a repeated route
Some people might call it similar but that’s just cos it’s familiar.
What the jig are you Twittering about?
I haven’t a clue; a bit of a blow when I’m trying to act like a know it all, all up my own franchise, wanting the twerps to think me wise when I’m just a self-praising tweeter of other twerps’ thoughts.
Have you done? You know you’ve exceeded the character limit by some.
OMG, Jeez, no! That’s so sinking familiar.
79 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Familiar.
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Black and White, another title achieved from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia.
Or if you prefer… sepia and blue
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“Hey, watchyer doing, moving that sign?” Brock was only a little chap, but he wasn’t afraid to stand up to the big-uns.
“What’s it to you. I’m moving it, yea,” the big-un said.
“But-but-but-but…”
“Yea?”
“How’s people to know where they’re going?”
“Who needs to know?”
“Peoples who’s using this path.”
“And where’s the path lead?”
“Well-well-well, down yonder.”
“And nowhere other?” asked the big-un, a rag taken out to polish his horns.
“Not as I know.”
“Then they don’t need a sign, do they. No, I’m taking this to where it’ll be better used.”
“Where’s that…if you don’t mind me asking?” asked little Brock.
“Down the back lane to hell.”
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
Not the last, but perhaps the penultimate. The fungi season doesn’t last forever. So lets enjoy while we can. I give you these…
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Penultimate, perhaps. But I have a store of fungi photos, so I doubt even next week’s Tuesday Treats will see the last of them.
Hope you enjoyed
17th November, we bus into Norwich then walk out along Marriott’s Way to Costessey. Land of my birth, scene of my wild days, the village sits on glacial deposits of sand and gravel; over the centuries those aggregates have been quarried leaving hills too steep to plough and so they grow trees.
Marriott’s Way: 17th Nov 2021
Former railway line, now a national cycle and walkway 25 miles long
River Wensum: 17th Nov 2021
The track crosses River Wensum several times to deliver us to the outskirts of Costessey and former gravel pits
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From there we head into the heart of the village
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Looking over Wensum Valley: 17th Nov 2021
Ah! Habitation…
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And the first of the wooded hills: Green Hills
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There was a pine plantation atop this hill, felled a few years back. Deciduous native trees have now been planted to replace them
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Regret we must leave here but there’s yet another woods to visit
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The River Tud (a paddle stream) forms a gentle green valley between the wooded hills
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And into the second woods: East Hills
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Looking up… looking down
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And we’re back to habitation, see the house sitting up there.
So difficult to choose which photos to show. But I know over the coming winter months I’ll have weeks when I don’t get out for a walk. So that’s when I’ll show you some of the other shots. But for now, that’s all folks
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The harvested grain leaves stalks that stumble an otherwise green field while one out of eight trees retains its leaves. Beyond them, soft clouds drift by. I’d say that’s Texture, and another title achieved from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia.
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Fingers blue with cold and yet caked grey
Another fruitless rag-soaked day
Dreams as ever unfulfilled
Tide incoming around her feet milled
Exposed ship timbers
Becoming dimmer
Sun now sinking into the wreck
Leaving her alone and bereft
Night clouds bringing in the dark
End of her hopes for our little mudlark
52 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Mudlark
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