It took one hundred men one hundred years to dig out the border trench one hundred feet deep.
But that was one thousand years ago.
Time has filled it with silt and drift. Today it took me less than ten clicks to cross it.
It took one hundred men one hundred years to dig out the border trench one hundred feet deep.
But that was one thousand years ago.
Time has filled it with silt and drift. Today it took me less than ten clicks to cross it.
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
Spring is the best time for wild flowers. Please browse with me what Nature offers us…
It is the time for apples and pears…
And May (hawthorn) of course…
It’s a time for daisies… these are stitchwort
These too are stitchwort… except that big one. That’s an Ox-Eye daisy
And we humans aren’t alone in liking daisies…
And while we’re talking butterflies…
Our two most common wayside comfreys (although I could be wrong with their identification, since there aeveral similar)
And while we’re looking at blue flowers, though coming down a bit in size!
And keeping it small…
Then on the wet-marshy common… ransoms! (wild garlic)
Looking like celestial crowns as they hold their flowers over the water
I hope you enjoyed. Now, let’s see, what I might have for you next week?
Out of nowhere, without the slow build usual of spring, Friday 6th May is going to be hot. Not roasting-hot, not height of the summer-hot, but hot. So fill those water-bottles, pack your sunscreen, and come along with me.
Two buses take us to Long Stratton, a small town on an old Roman road (we’ve been there before, the start of many walks). We head out of town northeastward and happen upon Tharston
Too soon to take advantage of this seat. As with many Norfolk villages, the church is way-way-way away from the present-day village
Just to remind us of the month, every hedgerow is white with May blossoms (hawthorn)
The route is over fields and along little leafy lanes…
Anyone who knows me knows I’ve a passion for pylons. If we see nothing else this day, still I’d be happy with these
Twisty-turny country lanes, and sprawling farm buildings…we’re happening upon the next village, Hapton
More little lanes, and across a pasture with cattle grazing
And we’re at destination. Flordon Common. Next month (June) this path will be lined with yellow flag (wild iris)
In centuries past this stream powered several mills on its way to join the river Yare just outside Norwich. How things do change!
No yellow flags today, too early. Instead the common has turned white with ransom flowers (wild garlic), and oh boy, is that a tantalising smell
We follow the path kept wide by grazing cattle to rejoin the country lanes at Flordon village. By now the heat has become oppressive. The two miles back to the bus-stop somewhat resembles walking into an oven; I want to return to the shade of the trees
I hope you enjoyed the walk. I did. But I have to admit, I have a heart problem which makes me hyper-sensitive to heat (doctor says I shouldn’t go out in it but stupid me, I keep going)
Hope you’ll join me again next week. And don’t forget to check out Tuesday Treat for the flowers seen on the way
Marguerite wasn’t used to this
Crammed together with her sisters
In the nursery
Now she’d been bought
She had the spotlight
21 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Spotlight
This charming cottage is visible only in the winter, in summer obscured by trees and herbage, as if the seasons play hide and seek with it.
Hide and Seek, another title from the list Maria Antonia has given us for #2022picoftheweek
That was Harry
Fishing was his life
Every spare moment
Neglecting his wife
Their 15th anniversary
She bought him a stove
Asked the local Tesco’s
To deliver his food
Friends asked her
Don’t you get jealous
Of all those fish?
No, she said
For without my Harry
Marriage is bliss
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
A selection of photos taken on my walk 25th April 2022. Hope you enjoy
And finally, for fungi lovers
I do hope you’ve enjoyed. 25th April 2022 was a fantastic walk. I came home with 597 photos. It’s not been easy to select which ones to share with you: I wanted to share them all!
Photos taken 25th April 2022 in Green Hills Woods, Costessey. Feast your eyes. Sorry I can’t share with you the divine scent that filled that wood and made us quite giddy.
But as precious as the bluebells are, to me the Wood Anemone charms me more…
And Wood Sorrel, now become so rare in our woods I have to hunt for it every year
And if you don’t believe this domain of fairies… I’ve known it since I was a child
More flowers and other delights tomorrow. Hope you’ve enjoyed