
Mary, haunter of the local dairy
Was a lassie to be wary
Till, oops, she forgot to open her eyes
Then Eerie Mary dies
24 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Eerie

Mary, haunter of the local dairy
Was a lassie to be wary
Till, oops, she forgot to open her eyes
Then Eerie Mary dies
24 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Eerie
12th May we bused to Hopton (over the border in Suffolk) to an area known historically as Lothingland (Lothr’s, a Viking). It wasn’t a long walk yet the photo-yield was high. And so I’m dividing the photos across 2 weeks (handy that since between the weather and the op on my eye I haven’t been out this week)
So hop on the bus, we’re going to Hopton.












A little more track then we’re onto the road to circle around to Lound Lakes and head to Hobland. So here’s a good place to take a break.
Hope you’ve enjoyed this. I hope to be able to get out soon (once my eye has healed) to take some more photos.

Not often you see a bath in such a situation, so we thought Archimedes must live here.
Eureka! another title achieved from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia

I live on an island, I can’t deny.
And it’s easily bigger than a giant’s eye.
Gigantic trees grow there
Taller than a moss-tree
Easily taller than that by three.
In springtime they sprout
By summer they’re full out
Their feathery fronds
Sheltering all around
But those feathery fronds
Also shelter us from sun
And when they shrivel and dry
The sun is already gone from the sky
But I’m telling you this
The soil of my island home
I’ll gladly kiss

Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN
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
Our walk on 3rd May meandered through Bure Park where there’s a *pond* (too small to call it a lake).









Hope you enjoyed the birds. I was delighted, these aren’t tame birds, and to get the swan on the nest, fantastic

A lively sprite, she was enchanting
Erotically taunting
Unmistakeably haunting
With her gossamer wings
And her silken things
As she flitted over rivers and streams
As she rustled the rusty leaves of autumn
As knowingly, flaunting
As painfully wanting
As careless and carefree, lacking caution
As for a mate she went hunting
A sprite never forgotten
A sprite most wanton.
60 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Wanton
3rd May: it being a public holiday the buses were running a skeleton service, and by tradition the weather is always foul. So we stayed close to home. North Denes Dunes. But look what we found.








That’s it for this week though it wasn’t the end of the walk. More photos on Tuesday.

For us humans it’s just a flowerpot. But it’s one huge height for Snail-kind. Candid Shot, another title achieved from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia

“Look at them.”
“Look at who?”
“Them. The humans. Litter-dropping, nose-picking, smelly-farting…”
“Hey, you, lay off them. They feed us, don’t they?”
“Can’t stand them. Always putting us into pigeon holes.”