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
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
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?
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
Hi. Time to don your shades, cos today’s little trip will burn your eyes. I’m taking you to the north side of Breydon Water (Great Yarmouth) to witness the slow descent of the sun.
15:10 pm, we arrive at the confluence of the Bure and Yare beyond which the mudflats of Breydon Water await the incoming tide
I did warn you to shield your eyes
With time to spare, we wander around an arc of wasteland; here, roses and brambles and sea buckthorn grow
Looking back towards the town and Breydon Bridge, you get an idea of the mudflats and the surrounding saltmarsh
And could we go anywhere without the odd fungus finding us?
Not sure that’s the true colour, but it’s the colour my camera recorded
The sound of a train reminds us how close to the track we are
Turning back, we see the beauty of this Water with its creeks that fill and overspill
Walking westwards… how far shall we go? Still waiting upon the sun.
Ah! Caught as again we turn. Blinding in an all-but cloudless sky
Walking back towards town (don’t want to be too far away when the light goes down)
And here is a beauty that can’t be denied
The sun disappears behind that band of cloud on the horizon. Waiting, waiting…
She is gone. Time to get back to town.
Wrangle… to entangle your tongue with a persistent antagonist
To mangle angry words with an opportunist
Or cling to the rocks, ignoring the knocks
while you argue the toss with the surf-surging sea
33 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Wrangle
We had done this walk before. Bus to Lowestoft, bus out to Oulton Village, then walk by greenways and the occasional backroads to Hopton and bus back home. 10 miles. We were expecting to find loads of fungi.
These “tufts” greeted us as we got off the bus. The only fungi encountered for many a mile
But of colour there was plenty
Look closely. This reed head is beaded with sparkling dew
And there were plenty of trees along the greenways, but once you’ve seen one greenway… you know what they say… instead, I give you a mini-plantation
and a dam (no, not beavers, possibly the kids with their long lockdown vacation)
Through Flixton Wood, and a view over Flixton Marsh
And here, what a delightful place to live, between woods and marsh, at the end of long-long lane
At last! A fungus found, hiding away in the grass
I loved this scene: the haws of the thorn, with ivy in flower and berries forming… and the wasp
Ah-ha! The Peacock suns itself, inviting my camera
Daughter, taking social distance to the extreme. In truth, she’s scouting ahead for fungi
and now we’ve found one…
Somerleyton, where we stopped for lunch the dew still lay on the grass
and to finish the day, a flourish of purple (have to love that dogwood!!!)
But that’s all folks for the fourth of November. Hope you enjoyed these colours of Suffolk. More photos next week.
Happiness, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
The train line to Norwich runs alongside Breydon Water, Great Yarmouth, where I was taking photos of the sunset… happy as happy could be. So when I heard the train, I turned around and had some fun.
O Yay, O Yay, O Yay, the butterfly has landed!!!
Eight years this week since I started this blog…not bad for someone with a reputation for restlessly flittering.
I have grown to be something other over those years. An (International) author with five books published on Amazon [The Spinner’s Game] with good reviews on Goodreads, and another book [Learning to Fly] due out early next year. I couldn’t have done that without you, my faithful followers. Thus this celebration of my blog is really a celebration of you. I do thank you, most wholeheartedly.
But I owe you an apology too. I’m spending less time on WP, more time with my two Twitter accounts [@crispinakemp1 & @ineebrown51] I regret this, yet it’s needed: books do not sell themselves and when an indie author says “book promotion” they really mean “self-promotion”.
There is another reason for my frequent absences. My health is so improved, my back injury finally sorted, that I can again do distance-walking. Well, 10-milers. And with every walk out I return with 100s of photos, many of which find their way here. But the walks and the photos gobble-up time.
Again, I thank you for staying with me. and thank those who join in with Crimson’s Creative Challenge. And the best I can give you in return is my photos. I do hope they continue to give you enjoyment.
Love you all
Crispina
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“Lady, where are you wintering this year?” asked Lady Anne’s iridescent-armoured beau.
“Burlingham. As usual,” she answered, a little bit haughty.
“But, Lady, you know who’ll be there.”
She turned a scornful look on him.
“Lady, he wears black and has horns. You cannot allow him access. He’ll eat you.”
She tutted. “I do declare, you are quite the coward to be so intimidated.”
“You think by wearing the bishop’s red you’ll be safe?”
She sighed and turned her back on him. Every autumn they had this same argument, but she’d overwinter nowhere other than Burlingham’s Insect Hotel.
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