Crimson’s Creative Challenge #109

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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:

  • An answering photo
  • A cartoon
  • A joke
  • A caption
  • An anecdote
  • A short story (flash fiction)
  • A poem
  • A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
  • An essay
  • A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

  • Your creative offering is indeed yours
  • Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

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

And for those who want a closer look, I risked my life and limbs to bring you this…

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I couldn’t get any closer; the beach is closed to humans

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Tuesday Treat

As promised, some touches of colour from our misty walk…

The huge downy leaves of the Tree Mallow

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And a late bloom from the Common Mallow

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Hogweed, always a reliable late bloomer… in both white and pink forms

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And strung in the hedges hops and bryony

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Ivy, a delight to see

26 Nov 2020

Oh, but what is this? They’re the seeds of the Tree Mallow

26 Nov 2020

Is it a photo of bracken, or of the dead-nettles? Maybe it’s just a picture of raindrops on grass?

26 Nov 2020

The autumnal leaves of the dogrose. The lane was lined with them, promising a beautiful walk come next June

26 Nov 2020

And sloe… so late in the year to be holding its berries

26 Nov 2020

We’ve marked a repeat of this walk for next spring/early summer

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Why can we never agree?

2 Dec 2020

I said poetic. He said pathetic.

I said realistic. He allowed artistic.

I said quizzical. He said risible.

I said erotic. He laughed and said quixotic.


26 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Quixotic

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Sunday Picture Post: The Misty Morn

Hi, fellow walkers. Don your boots (make sure they’re waterproof), for today we’re to walk through the mist.

The walk starts here, at Haven Bridge 6:25 am, the sun yet to rise, the mist just beginning to form

26 Nov 2020

The bus takes us to Lowestoft where we catch a bus out to Kessingland. We’ve missed the sunrise, yet it lingers on the mist

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Gisleham: A chilly start to the walk

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We’re to follow the Hundred Stream across the meadows where the mist is thickest

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A postbox lends colour to a landscape paled out

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Heading to Rushmere the sun breaks through

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And across the meadows to Mutford

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So many photos taken here; which ones to share?

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These trees begged a photograph… back-to-back

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Wet misty meadows

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And finally onto higher land where Old Mutford Hall hides behind a muddle of roofs

26 Nov 2020

Heading into the village, fat-faced lambs graze in a field near the road. This is a breed unfamiliar to me. They look so cuddly

26 Nov 2020

I love signage. But what’s this: The footpath to heaven?

26 Nov 2020

The oaks hold out a golden welcome as we head towards Mutford Wood

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The footpath passes through someone’s garden… where strange creatures lurk in wait

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And into the woods

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Thereafter a long bridleway takes us to a bus stop and the bus ride home

Bye-bye trees. Till next time

26 Nov 2020

Hope you enjoyed the walk. No flowers along the way? Oh yes, but I’m saving them for Tuesday

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An Ailing Barn

26 Nov 2020

What more need I say? Rustic, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek

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CCC108: Oh Where Has He Gone

Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Oh where, oh where, has my master gone?
Oh where, oh where, can he be?
He threw me a ball
I went to fetch
And when I returned
He’d left without me.
Oh where, tell me where, can he be?

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #108

CCC108

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:

  • An answering photo
  • A cartoon
  • A joke
  • A caption
  • An anecdote
  • A short story (flash fiction)
  • A poem
  • A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
  • An essay
  • A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

  • Your creative offering is indeed yours
  • Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

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

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Tuesday Treat: Plants Along the Way

These are the plants I found on my walk on Sunday 22 November.

This time of the year the ivy has almost finished flowering and is setting up berries

22 Nov 2020

Yes, flowers. Your eyes do not deceive you. Variously known as Blackthorn, Sloe and Quickthorn… quick for its life and quick for its flowers, the first plum-species of the year (next year, that is)

22 Nov 2020

The burr that gives burdock its name… here catching dewdrops

22 Nov 2020

Willow… I think it’s the osier. Such a startling colour in the sun

22 Nov 2020

Reed heads. But of course, this is Norfolk, famed for its reeds

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And finally that other marshland lover, alder. Here seen are the cones, the fruits of the tree. Of old, these cones were used to yield a deep bloody red dye.

22 Nov 2020

Hope you enjoyed. But alas, as we grind into winter, the flowers, leaves and seeds are yielding less of interest

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O Squire of the Shire

22 Nov 2020

O Squire of the Shire
You are a liar
To set hearts afire
With words like a choir
You entangle roses in briar sweet
You halt and hamper with bemired feet
You wrap around with barb-some wire
You besmirch, you don’t inspire
I ask, what is it you desire
Dancing like you’ve St Anthony’s Fire
With consequences dire


58 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Dire

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Sunday Picture Post: Sun, Mud and Marsh

Sunday 22nd November my legs cried for a walk. And it was best done locally for the Sunday bus service leaves much desired. And so, again, Great Yarmouth to Burgh Castle, via Breydon Water. I left early with the sun just beginning to paint the sky

And stopped to take a photo as I crossed Haven Bridge

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And again at the confluence of the Bure and Yare with the sun fierce behind the town

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Breydon Bridge: 22 Nov 2020

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Hours later the sun was still tinting the sky and colouring Breydon Water a magical blue

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There were birds galore. but all out of range of my lens. I tried for this one. I think it’s a curlew.

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So peaceful. Just me, the water, and to the other side of me, the grazing marsh. Oh, and the birds.

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By now the sun was clear of the town and raking its rays across the grazing marsh

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And here’s the path that’ll bring me back from the village. But first, I’m walking the estuary bank to Burgh Castle.

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The many times I’ve walked this route, yet it’s the first time I’ve seen the water gush from this pipe. This is what helps keep the grassland suitable for grazing, the water being drained from the marsh

22 Nov 2020

Godwit, I’d say, judging by the length of bill

22 Nov 2020

The confluence of the Waveney and the Yare, with Berney Arms windmill. There is a huge roost of geese here… beyond the reach of my lens

22 Nov 2020

In the foreground, beyond the reeds, just is visible the river Waveney, while the windmill sits beside the Yare.

22 Nov 2020

The Waveney as she flows beneath the Roman ruins at Burgh Castle… with the sun making the scene almost monochromatic

22 Nov 2020

The C3rd Roman walls at Burgh Castle

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I would have stopped for a break but it seems everybody and their dog gathers here on a Sunday morning. I kept walking. Move along, please.

My route was via the village to a marsh road, and back to Breydon’s bank where the sky greeted me with an interesting cloud pattern

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And finally, just as I was nearing the town, I managed a decent photo of a gull… in flight. Wow. That’s a first.

22 Nov 2020

There were, of course, plants I saw along the way. But I’m saving them for your Tuesday Treat!

Hope you enjoyed this little walk. Little? It’s 10 miles round trip. But starting early, I was home in time for lunch.

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