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How could they not know Eskin when they purported to be traders? Eskin was the speech of the peoples to the south. True, the Alsime-speaking Himen shared a fringing of land across the sea, but the Himen didn’t trade on the scale of the Eskin. Hegrea had no time to think on it; the man who’d greeted them and not understood them, now returned.
64 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Purport
Another short excerpt from my work in progress, The Hare and Adder
7th March 2022
Undeniable, a photo of Rooftops, another title from the list Maria Antonia has given us for #2022picoftheweek
And here’s another view…
7th March 2022
I saw a bird winging on high
I saw that bird fall from the sky
It plummeted as if it must die
I saw that bird upon a nest
Feeding younglings from its breast
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
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by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN
A selection of the highlights from our walk from Lound Lakes to Bluebell Wood, 23rd February 2022
Black Thorn/Quick Thorn: 23td February 2022
Gold Finch: 23td February 2022
Hazel Catkins: 23td February 2022
Gorse & Bee: 23rd February 2022
Red Dead Nettle: 23td February 2022
Umbellifer, not sure which one: 23rd February 2022
Snowdrops: 23rd February 2022
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And that, my friends, is all… for now. Hope you enjoyed
Our walk of 23rd February, Part Two. Maintenance work on Lound Lakes Reserve force us to change our route. We emerge onto the road and here stop to take a few water shots…
23rd February 2022
Thence to climb the hill that overlooks the last of the lakes…
23rd February 2022
In summer it’s not so easy to see the lake, but this time of year the trees are bare, except for the pines…
23rd February 2022
Pines are not native to Norfolk. I love to see their misshapen forms
23rd February 2022
And their towering elegance
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Looking back…
23rd February 2022
Everyone knows I’ve a passion for pylons…
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Back on flat-land and a short walk by road to the next woodland
23rd February 2022
The recent storms have left these mostly intact…
23rd February 2022
This is Bluebell Woods, but this early the floor is carpeted in snowdrops
23rd February 2022
With the promise of daffodils soon to bloom
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And we’re out the other side, away to the bus stop and home. It’s been a good day
23rd February 2022
Hope you’ve enjoyed it as much we did. See Tuesday Treat for the finer details.
28th February 2022
This tiny Long-Tailed Tit is exceedingly shy. But here he’s teasing me, “Come try to capture me.”
Peekaboo, another title from the list Maria Antonia has given us for #2022picoftheweek
image by Crispina Kemp
I found this wand. I didn’t know that’s what it was but my kiddish brain thought it the right word. The markings on it I have since discovered are runes (Nyd Is Hægl. Rad. Wynn Rad Eoh Tir Os Nyd). But they’re not the Younger or Elder Futhark that are used on modern rune-sets. Good old Google helped me find them. They’re from the Anglo-Frisian Futhark, brought to England by the earliest Germanic settlers and found in Norfolk from CE 450 on. I’ve tried to read them but Google Translator hasn’t yet an option for Anglo-Saxon.
96 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Rune
I admit to cheating. This is an excerpt from Can of Worms, a story in The Spinner’s Game series which I posted here in serial form back in 2017
Guys, listen up. Hey, you, yes you, I’m talking to you. Let me give you a little tip to help you get a grip of your life-lessons.
DO NOT, I said NOT SQUAWK INTO THE FACE OF ALL AROUND YOU THAT YOU ARE THE KING OF THE CASTLE AND THEY ARE DIRTY OLD RASCALS.
They don’t like it, they feel offended.
Who are they? Them’s everyone in this world.
Got that message? Cos, I’m telling you, there’s no quicker, surer, guaranteed way to end up all alone. Like me.
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
