13 Dec 2020
Looked out the window
Pink streak in the sky, sun not yet risen
Best get the shoes on, but to bridge or to beach?
I’ve time enough, I’ll go down to the sea
13 Dec 2020
Great photos I took of the sky turning from grey
To amethyst, ruby and sapphire
Of the sea lapping a golden beach
13 Dec 2020
But something niggled
Oh yes, I’d forgotten
Today I am editing
66 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Niggle
Wrap up warm, we’re heading down the coast to Lowestoft and Gunton Warren.
But first I need to join my daughter, which means crossing the bridge. The sun is no place near to rising yet.
06:35 on Haven Bridge: 2 Dec 2020
Lowestoft, England’s most easterly point. A good place to see the sunrise. But it’s hidden behind a bank of cloud
2 Dec 2020
The tide is high. But then the tide is always high here. Sometime during the past 20 years, the beach disappeared.
2 Dec 2020
That was worth glancing back for: The sun bursts through the cloud
2 Dec 2020
Waves break… like Mannanon MacLyr’s white horses racing along the crests
2 Dec 2020
Stunning. You have to stop and watch
2 Dec 2020
With the tide ebbing the birds flock in. Turnstones. Alas, at the furthest reach of my zoom. I took 20 photos, this was the best.
Turnstones: 2 Dec 2020
And now to the bracken-covered cliff…
2 Dec 2020
And the little copses, mostly holm oak
2 Dec 2020
Looking over the sun-gilded dunes
2 Dec 2020
Looking down… which makes a change from looking up
2 Dec 2020
Imagine you didn’t know the scale of this. What would come to mind? With me, it’s the palaeolithic dwellings in cliff overhangs (I took the photo from a path I was climbing up)
2 Dec 2020
Sometimes we need no reason for the photo but the beauty of lines
2 Dec 2020
One final look down
2 Dec 2020
I wanted to include the entire walk in this one post. But so many photos, so varied terrain. And with weather unsettled, I can’t be certain of another long walk any time soon. So I’m saving the photos from the rest of this walk till next week. We’ll start at Corton Woods with all the autumnal colour that implies.
Hope you enjoyed it. See Tuesday Treat for flowers and foliage
By Candlelight: 10 Dec 20202
How many miles to Babylon?
Three score miles and ten
Can I get there by candlelight?
Yes, you can get there by candlelight
You can get there and back again
[Old English Nursery Rhyme]
By Candle Light, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #109
“Hey, Dad, take a look here,” Young Dicken said, standing dangerously close to the edge of the cliff.
“You get back from there,” his father said. “We’re here on holiday, I don’t want you dead.”
“But, Dad…”
His father edged closer, peered over. “Crikey. That’s got to be worth a shot.”
“Better than all those photos of birds,” Dickens said.
His father zoomed in with his camera… and drew back. He blinked and leaned over the cliff edge again… and took special care to focus. Then he phoned his office.
“Yea, it’s me, Detective Inspector Ridgens. Yes, I know I’m on holiday but… you know that jewel heist a few years back, getaway car never discovered? I think I’ve just found it. Am I sure? Oh yes.”
There was no mistaking the glint of gold in that sand.
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:
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
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
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
26 Nov 2020
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
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
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
26 Nov 2020
Gisleham: A chilly start to the walk
26 Nov 2020
We’re to follow the Hundred Stream across the meadows where the mist is thickest
26 Nov 2020
A postbox lends colour to a landscape paled out
26 Nov 2020
Heading to Rushmere the sun breaks through
26 Nov 2020
And across the meadows to Mutford
26 Nov 2020
So many photos taken here; which ones to share?
26 Nov 2020
These trees begged a photograph… back-to-back
26 Nov 2020
Wet misty meadows
26 Nov 2020
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
26 Nov 2020
The footpath passes through someone’s garden… where strange creatures lurk in wait
26 Nov 2020
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
26 Nov 2020
What more need I say? Rustic, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
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?
