Regent Road at sunrise: Jan 2021
We were on holiday, me and me boyfriend, so I had to bring something back. I mean, Mum hadn’t liked us going, said it weren’t proper, but Dad told her to give over and to get with the times. It were Friday before I thought and that at me boyfriend’s nudging. So we wandered down Regent Road where I bought her some kitsch. The shops were full of it.
69 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Kitsch
It’s time to venture further afield. Can’t go far, lockdown still holds, but Acle is just across the grazing marshes, less than 20 minutes by bus. We don’t know what we’ll find by way of plants so we click-crazy at the first finds…
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Catkins… click, click, click…
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They’re past their best but still a delight to the eye. And fresh leaves…
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But the bigger trees still look naked
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We encounter the last of the sugar-beat harvesters, and I note even here we can’t escape the gulls
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More naked trees… yet how can we call the silver birch naked when it has such wonderful bark?
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We enter a woods… but the water’s got there before us
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There used to be a path here…
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And look, more catkins… like a golden shower falling from clear blue sky
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And deeper we move into the woods
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Unable to believe our eyes… a place to sit?
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We move on (don’t fret, we’ll return here on Tuesday to see more) for it’s time to go home
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The track back to Acle and the bus
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Hope you enjoyed our walk. Definite signs of spring; that’s enough to cheer anyone. But you wait till you see the other photos I took that day!
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I don’t have any pets, and my wildlife photography leaves much to be desired. But while walking through a woodland on Friday I encountered a very proud but stubborn “Brandy” refusing to take the sticks back to her walker. I couldn’t resist.
Pets/Wildlife from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #120
I like to idle in my chair,
Guzzle soda, munching snacks,
Throw the wrappers where I care.
I like to listen to the Byrds,
Drone along discordantly,
Forgetting half the words.
I like to doze beneath this tree;
I like to… but the tree’s been killed
By me.
Inspired by:
CCC120
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
I’m not a bird photographer. I like subjects that stay still… like flowers and fungi. But… I’ll let you be the judge
We start with a “static”… well, at least it didn’t fly off…
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My interest was the clouds… these birds got in the way
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So I try again…
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The gull has caught a fish… now look down to the bottom, just into shot…
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Poor little gull, all hungry…
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Enter the turnstones… they eat whatever the waves bring in…
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New regulations… only 5 in the pool at any one time (social distancing)
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While the others wait their turn…
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More attempts to take photos of the sky sabotaged by these ubiquitous gulls!
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More turnstones. They’re having a veritable feast today…
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And now those gulls are intruding on my shots of the waves!
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Brave birds though. I wouldn’t get so close…
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Oh dear… time for us to leave. And here’s one more gull to wish us goodbye!
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Hope you’ve enjoyed. Such wind-thrashed days don’t come every day.
image by DarkMoonArt on pixabay
Your eyes, though they’ve never seen me, draw me
Your lips, though they’ve never tasted me, caress me
Your arms, though the centuries pass, enfold me
While your soul, never ending, calls to me
Though our hearts beat a universe apart
41 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Call
If I walk from mine to the end of Gorleston promenade and back, that’s a 10-miler. Forecast is showers, becoming heavy in the afternoon. And high winds gusting yet stronger. But what the hell, I’ve been held in by the weather too long.
It’s early when I set out, meet up with my daughter, set off along the road to Gorleston before the traffic starts, head down into the wind, glad when we can take the river-road… and here is a land of contrasts…
The old and the new…
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Along to the harbour’s mouth where river meets sea…
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We can hear the sea thrashing with the wind; brave souls that we are, we walk onto the pier…
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It’s low tide but with the wind the sea is a trifle… let’s say agitated
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As you can see, we’re safe behind these bars…
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We leave the tormented sea to walk the promenade to its end
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These shots fail to show the strength of wind: 40-45 mph, full in the face. And ahead isn’t misty; ahead is sea-spray
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Easy walking, yea…
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I’m amazed/horrified at what’s happened since I was here in January. The winds and the tides between them have gouged long channels into what had been a flat and sandy beach. Some of those channels are waist-deep
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End of promenade, looking towards Hopton (where on the best of days there’s not much of a beach). This is one of my favourite walks but not today
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Turning around for the return journey. For a moment the wind drops; now the sea doesn’t look so wind-driven.
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But the tide is now flowing, hard and fast. And this is an entirely different beach to the one I know and love…
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Approaching the pier, we take to the sands to get better shots…
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And before the fast-flowing tide cuts us off, we’re off the beach and back onto the pier
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And getting wet from the spray…
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The tide has a way to go before it’s *high*…
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This is a dream, I love the sea when it’s like this but we want be home before the forecast downpour…
Just a few of the photos I took of the sea, just enough to give you the flavour. Hope you enjoyed the grit and the salt!
Tamarix 9th Jan 2021
Tamarix (aka Salt Cedar) looking yet more delicate with its fine tracery of frosty needles.
In the Cold, from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia
Crimson’s Creative Challenge 119
I remember when you left us
Cold and lonely on this shore
No light nor gold within our life
Gone from us forever more.
And here and now you do return
Head hung low, remorsefully
Barely strength to greet the day
Expecting us to welcome thee.
And I say, welcome to thee
The New Year’s Sun
This photo was taken New Year’s Day as it finally emerged from the mist
