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
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
I see you scratching your head, wondering what I am.
I’m a fricking rock-star, that’s what I am.
Or was.
How’d I get like this?
Well might you ask.
I made a deal with the devil.
Sing me a song of sympathy
And I’ll make you immortal.
Huh! Look at me, slowly rotting, food for fungi.
My word to you: NEVER TRUST THE DEVIL
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 Thursday’s walk… Part One
Butterbur. I’ve never seen it in flower this early. We passed it on the way back. Baked in the sun all day, it smelled divine!
It’s probably a cherry… but again, flowering very early
As for this… a garden escapee, has to be. It might be jasmine
Ivy berries
Mr Blue Tit… singing its heart out
Ode to a Tenacious Leaf!
Alder cones & catkins… love that tree
I swear, these are the cleanest cattle I have ever seen. Had to take a photo
Song thrush… singing
Goldfinch… not intentionally hiding
More tenacious leaves. Possibly field maple
Hazel catkins. Spring has arrived on the East Coast! (But winter can hit us at any time)
Hope these photos have helped to brighten your grey winter days. They certainly delighted me. More next week
Thursday 13th January the bus takes us to Acle. We arrive with the sun
And head down the path to Upton (the sun follows us as we pick our way around the muddy puddles)
Every time I do this walk, I take a photo (at least one) of Fishley church. This morning it’s especially enchanting, softened by the mist
And caught in the golden rays of the early sun
The path takes us over fields…
As we near the water, this mist lies thicker
The overnight rain shatters the sun’s rays and this becomes a magical place
In the distance, a windmill, once used to regulating water flow
Upton Boat Dyke… everywhere else in England a dyke = a bank. In Norfolk it’s a ditch dug out to connect village and the river
Leaving the village…
And the other kind of mill, once used for grinding grain
That’s all for today, but that’s not where the walk ends. I’m leaving the second part for next week. Hope you enjoyed
Blue Skies, another title from the list Maria Antonia has given us for #2022picoftheweek
What, you think me your slave?
That all you need do is raise your hand and wave?
Well, I say not a chance, so just behave
Go into a sulk, retreat to your cave.
34 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Cave