Breydon Water: 4 Feb 2021
Breydon Water exhibits many moods, but only in a gale does it turn you away. The sun Thursday lunchtime drew me out. I’ll leave you to read how it turned to this [See tomorrow’s post] Not as much as a gull or a wader to break this silence. Mist muffled.
Quiet, from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia
Gt Yarmouth’s former Heliport CCC117
Neve refused to speak to Raesan until safely arrived at the heliport. And the tension… like she sat in a bath with someone butter-fingered holding a bar-heater above her. It was a wonder the combined anger of Rat and Raesan didn’t burn every strand of the helicopter’s wiring. Five minutes into the flight, Neve would have talked about the latest soaps, anything to cut through the air of hostility. Instead, Rat distracted her with talk of his Viking past.
Excerpt from Learning to Fly, out in paperback and e-book 1st April 2021
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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:
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
Sunday 24th January being a freezing foggy day, I didn’t go far: the local churchyard and the dunes. Here’s what I saw…
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…and then to the shore…
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Hope you enjoyed. Now it’s time to go home, thaw out the fingers and toes!
image from pixabay
It’s your confusing style
Your ghost of a smile
Your softly formed profile
Not strong and agile
But disturbingly juvenile
It’s your decadent lifestyle
A voluntary exile
Lived on a fantasy isle
Away from the rank and file
You’re barely hidden and bitterly hostile
And you hope with that to beguile?
51 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Beguile
Sunday 24th January begins with frost and fog. I’m advised not to venture out in such weather. So no 10-miler today. Instead, I keep it local
Overlooking the Yare from Haven Bridge, a few steps from mine
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St Nicholas Churchyard… cos where else would you go on a freezing foggy morning?
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I invite you to join me… beware vampires & werewolves
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In my short walk I became fascinated with the Victorian “Cult of the Dead”
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And iron that’s wrought into fanciful shapes…
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…in emulation of nature?
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Leaving the cemetery, I head to the beach…
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I crunch over sand patterned with yesterday’s footprints, now solidly frozen
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Not much to see… fog, frost, no birds, the sea a gentle sigh… waiting for the sun to winkle through
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You can see by how high the sun how late this is
I hope you enjoyed, and I bet you’re warmer than I was. More photos from this morning walk on Tuesday
Catkins: 27th January 2021
The hazel has made a start on hanging out its flags to welcome the Sun
Spring in the Air, from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #116
They’d just made a start on building this bridge when I moved to this town.
Where Asada now stands was a pipe-yard. Pipes for what I don’t know but they came in all sizes and made for fantastic photos. Part of that yard remains as “wasteland” where migrating birds rest-up from their journey.
Where I’m standing to take this photo then was a higgledy Dickensian-looking array of boathouses reached by a narrow path between two ramshackle warehouses. I remember, redstarts nested there.
How much this has changed. Recent investment in the town has cleaned away the debris, left it modern and sterile. Thirty-eight years I’ve been in this town. Sometimes it seems like yesterday.
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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:
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
Hope you enjoyed my last Beach Photography feature, cos here’s some more: The things beneath our feet we tend not to see…
During the blue hour even the sand tints blue…
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The red stone is a sea-rolled house brick
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Sea-mat stranded on the wrack-line, and partly covered with wind-blown sand. Sea-mat is the northern answer to coral. Its true colour is pale beige
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These shots are only possible in that hour or so around sunrise when the sun is low in the sky, its rays raking the beach. It helps that it’s winter here and the sun is the furthest south (though now returning)
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When the sun rises out of the low bank of clouds
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What was blue, now is gold…
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A closeup of sea-mat: thousands of tiny creatures bound together as one
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The sanderling serves as punctuation… till next time
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