image by Keith Johnston on pixabay
It was easy to take stock
To list the qualities
The abilities
The attained training
The experience
To lay my plans
I would not be taken for a fool again
I would marshal my weapons
And SLAM the man!
39 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Marshal
Last we we left our marshland walk at Tunstall. Today we’re heading to Halvergate. Please do come along.
Tunstall church: 10 Aug 2021
Tunstall pond: 10 Aug 2021
Not the usual garden gnomes! 10 Aug 2021
And not the usual *look-a-like* homes: 10 Aug 2021
Halvergate church: 10 Aug 2021
Inside: 10 Aug 2021
And out: 10 Aug 2021
The famous flint flushwork, much in evidence in this part of Norfolk
Wide sweeping views from what once was the Great Estuary shore: 10 Aug 2021
Wide land, wide skies: 10 Aug 2021
Needed x60 zoom to get these 2 mills: 10 Aug 2021
The marshland wasn’t drained until early C19th. Before them *marsh* was the true description.
Oops, is it to rain on us? 10 Aug 2021
Love farm machinery, old or new: 10 Aug 2021
The lane to the marshes and the last leg home: 10 Aug 2021
That’s all for now folks. See Tuesdays Treats for the butterflies, dragonflies and flowers seen along the way
27 Aug 2021
A Speckled Wood. We all know how restless a butterfly is. So when it came to rest I took a chance. I wasn’t sure of the focus, the sun was blazing through the leaves and reflecting on the pond beyond. But hey, as you can see…
Serendipity, another title achieved from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia.
Ted thought no one would find him, holed up in the old telephone box. No one used it; everyone had their own mobile phones.
But his rural sequester was broken when the village got a new vicar.
“Since the phone box no longer houses a phone, the parish council has agreed we should turn it into a ‘Bring-and-Borrow library.”
But it didn’t please Ted when the vicar agreed he could stay. For now where was he to hide away?
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
Flowers seen on our walk of 10th August. Enjoy.
Hemp Agrimony: 10 Aug 2021
Raindrops on Nettles: 10 Aug 2021
Berries on honeysuckle: 10 Aug 2021
Water mint: 10 Aug 2021
Angelica: 10 Aug 2021
Tutsan: 10 Aug 2021
Bittersweet: 10 Aug 2021
Purple Loosestrife: 10 Aug 2021
Great Willow Herb: 10 Aug 2021
Berries of Guelder Rose: 10 Aug 2021
Figwort, a rarity for me: 10 Aug 2021
Growing beside the village pond, the figwort makes a satisfactory break in this walk. More next week. Hope you enjoyed.
picture by Beto G on pixabay
My man is resourceful
He’s intelligent, tenacious – he stays the course, has a PhD
He’s imaginative, the creator of hot plots that feature me
His body’s robust, well-formed with thighs that are solid
Respected, respectable, nothing about him squalid
He isn’t young but not yet old
A snappy dresser, yet not over-bold
So what if I’m not his first, for neither is he for me
Pre-loved… just wish he were free
71 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: pre-loved
10th August, we hop on the bus… and get off at the next stop: Acle, the far side of the grazing marshes. We’re walking from Acle to Halvergate via Tunstall. These photos record the first stage… to Tunstall. Waterproof boots required. Ready? Let’s go.
We enter Damgate Carr: 10 Aug 2021
Snails love this wet environment: 10 Aug 2021
10 Aug 2021
making out on the hemlock: 10 Aug 2021
Damgate Carr,, a wet woodland… 10 Aug 2021
10 Aug 2021
Out of the Carr, the path edges the marsh: 10 Aug 2021
This is willow country! 10 Aug 2021
10 Aug 2021
So grateful for whoever keeps the reeds and grass cut back: 10 Aug 2021
10 Aug 2021
Delighted to see the water plants in the drains: 10 Aug 2021
Acle marsh is grazed by cattle: 10 Aug 2021
Cud-chewing, yummy: 10 Aug 2021
At the edge of the marsh: 10 Aug 2021
Along narrow lanes we arrive at Tunstall church
Here we’re taking a break. We’ll continue the walk next week. Hope you’ve enjoyed. Sorry about the insect bites!
14 August 2021
Breydon Water, a short walk from where I live, is where I go to take photos of sunsets. This day the Met Office forecast an overcast sky, too cloudy for the sun to shine through, but I needed the walk. As it turned out that, like Sméagol, Met Office lied… though it lasted only 5 minutes and it wasn’t a sunset.
Morning/Evening, another title achieved from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia.
“Don’t you go falling down that well, Little ‘Un,” That’s what my grandpa said every time.
“She won’t fall, you daft ‘un,” my grandma always answered him and would allow me to carry the empty bucket down the moss-lined garden path.
But at the well she always took that bucket from me and did something with it inside the cover.
“Right you go, now,” she’d say, “wind her down.” And I would turn the handle, standing on tiptoes when it reached the top and putting my weight on it to bring it back down.
There’d be a splash as the bucket hit water. And that’s when grandma took over. Winding her up would be too hard a task for me.
The year I was seven – in the May – that task proved too much for her too. Rest In Peace, Grandma.
