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
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
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Godwit, I’d say, judging by the length of bill
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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
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In the foreground, beyond the reeds, just is visible the river Waveney, while the windmill sits beside the Yare.
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The Waveney as she flows beneath the Roman ruins at Burgh Castle… with the sun making the scene almost monochromatic
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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.
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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.
I say, I say, I say, what a fine sight, hey: 26 Nov 2020
Truly, from a distance, this chap looked real. But the closer I got, the more he reminded me of a certain comedian (Roy Chubby Brown)
What a Sight, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #107
The cheek, the nerve, the insult of it
Calling me cuckoo!
Stupid inbred misfits, you want to fight?
It’s Cocoa. Cocoa, you blurry-eyed birds.
It is, of course, a pigeon. But rather fancy.
CCC107
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
The colours fade from the countryside as winter approaches. Time to trawl through my files… and give you a rainbow of flowers
Snowdrops
Violets
Bluebells
Alkanet
Yellow Flag (wild iris)
Oats
Poppy
Red Dead Nettle
Time Travel Paradox
To travel back in time
To change what has been done
To alter the course of history
Make it tell a different story
But who dares foretell the events that follow upon that alteration?
Would that story be better?
Woe, woe, if we get it wrong
What is this thing we’ve done?
We’ve handed our ancestors an atomic bomb
Now our world is gone
The ultimate paradox
That’s time travel’s danger
71 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Paradox
Despite a spate of wet days, Monday 9th November was to remain dry (according to the Met Office. Met Office lied!) We bused to Acle on the far side of the grazing marshes where the land starts to rise.
The first of several footpaths, farms tracks and not-so-green lanes taken that day.
Was it mist? Or was it a fine drizzle? 9 Nov 2020
And was this all the autumnal colour we’d find? No. Lo! The spindle tree
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And bracken. We can always rely on bracken for seasonal colour
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We didn’t expect to find much by way of fungi. Ha! We were not disappointed
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But we did find a tiny spider suspended on its web above a leaf. Can you see it?
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And teasel, loads of teasels that formed a screen for the copper-leaved silver birch trees behind
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It mightn’t be raining (yet) but some stretches of those green lanes are ankle-deep in mud
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Oh, those umbellifers, is there ever a season when they’re not a photographer’s delight?
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After the mud… a ricketty bridge. Hmmm. And as you see, we’re still walking through a drizzly-mist
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But the chickens don’t mind. Free-range means free range here. Happy hens
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And into the woods
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Where the drizzle turns to rain
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That rain pelted us, but we were able to shelter the while in a nearby church porch (I thank you, Saint Andrew of Burlingham)
As soon as the rain stopped, we set off again, now along a farm track. Oh brillig, now we are really talking mud (it got much worse than this)
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But it was worth being out straight after the rain before the branches and berries could shed their drops
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Spindle berries: 9 Nov 2020
Guelder Rose: 9 Nov 2020
Rosehips: 9 Nov 2020
By now we had reached the extent of our walk (Hemblington). We had eaten our lunch. It was time to turn round and come back. Hopefully, we’d make it back to the bus before there was more rain.
Is that blue sky I spy?
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But that blue again disappeared. I put away the Canon; these final photos were taken with the phone
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No words needed…
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Hope you enjoyed our little walk in the rain. We didn’t get thoroughly drenched, but we did return home rather soggy. As to our feet, caked in mud. But it was a good walk, a round trip of 10-mile plus. And we did find more fungi than that one I’ve shown. But I’m holding onto them for later.
This past week we haven’t been able to get out for a 10-miler. Hopefully this coming Thursday.
3rd August 2020
Returning from the weekly shop I had to stop. For here was this gull, obediently queueing. Excellent behaviour; he could teach us a thing or two.
So I give you Priceless, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
Crimson’s Creative Challenge 106
I didn’t expect to find such a thing here
Not in my hometown
Nothing magical here.
That’s why first off, I thought it an underpass.
Yet… what was that I saw beyond it?
Red? Red trees, red bushes?
What was this strange land?
Where was it?
And ought I to follow the white rabbit through?
