Rosa rugosa, a one-time garden escapee, now naturalised. 2nd June 2020
You smashed into me with clouds and roses
Shattering my composure
Now the coloured fragments of my heart
Reforming
Becomes a kaleidoscope, enchanted
23 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Kaleidoscope
Last week I invited you to accompany me along Breydon Water and across Breydon Marshes. This week, the same route but reversed. And how different it is.
Dog roses, fragile in the early morning shade: 2nd June 2020
1737, someone’s farmhouse, now used as a barn: 2nd June 2020
Corn marigolds, poppies, field pansies, bugloss, and more, prove this is an organic farm: 2nd June 2020
Foxgloves, foxgloves, they were everywhere: 2nd June 2020
The Norfolk flag (aka yellow iris), ditches like this help to drain the marshes: 2nd June 2020
And here’s what our marshes look like this time of year, spangled with buttercups: 2nd June 2020
Drainage ditches, too wide for jumping! I’ve spotted some rare marshland plants hiding in these: 2nd June 2020
A long shot of the horses; they were keeping a distance (that’s the skyline of Gt Yarmouth in the background): 2nd June 2020
And here’s one of the farm-tracks. All private roads, but open to considerate walkers: 2nd June 2020
Breydon Water when the tide’s not so high. Mud. (There were birds but over the far side.) 2nd June 2020.
That’s all for now, folks. Hope you enjoyed.
A private woodland (shucks): 2nd June 2020
The highlight of last week’s walk was the utter stillness of Breydon Water. This week, same walk but in reverse, the fairies had been busy with their magic.
This was as close as I could get, separated by a water-filled ditch. And yet, those intrusive trees provided the frame…
Framed, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
image by Geoff Gill on pixabay
Those who regularly read my post will know that while I write rhymes that occasionally pass as poetry, I don’t do the romantic stuff. But here I’ve been challenged (thank you, N.R. of EntangleDesigns), and so…
Is it a crime to walk back in time?
To find you there, to find you care
A crime to change our destiny
Then let the gaolers incarcerate me
Let them throw away the key
They will not halt these memories
The sight of your face
The throb of that bass
Fingers lingering in caressing
Lips and hearts meld in kissing
The rhythms mounting, beats not missing
Aye, and the disloyalty we’re both confessing.
Is it a crime to walk back in time?
That we might play that same old song
For love freely given can’t truly be wrong.
And here’s a track to go with it. The only one possible.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #82
Kevin bunched up the greasy chip paper, wound down the car window and threw the vinegar-reeking ball into the bushes.
“Er, Sarge, what’d you do that for?”
“Because, PCW Sharon Toussel, we don’t like our Panda’s smelling of last night’s chips.”
Sharon shuffled her shoulders and sat back in the seat. “Shouldn’t have eaten them.”
“And what else might a couple be doing down this lonely country lane? Undercover, PCW Sharon Toussel, means we don’t let on that we’re cops.”
Sharon shuffled her shoulders again. “Ask me, nothing’s going on in that house, all boarded up.”
“Well that’s all you know. Our tip-off was good. They’re dealing drugs from there.”
“Yea? Dealing ‘em to who? The bleeding rabbits?”
Just then a roar of engine broke the night and a black-leathered rider came into sight.
Kevin sneered at his junior, grabbed her and snogged her.
Sacrifices must be made when undercover.
CCC82
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.
Autumnal brambles: 15 Oct 2019
“We’re lost,” Gretchen said with a hopeless groan.
“Stupid, of course, we’re not lost. We haven’t turned off the path. Give us the map.” Hans snatched it from her. “See. There. The path continues.”
“Into nettles and brambles, we can’t see beyond them.”
“Then we’ll have to be intrepid explorers. Come on.”
52 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Intrepid
This is a familiar scenario on my rambles. Just ask my daughter, my rambling companion. Oh dear, Intrepid Explorers again.
With the publication of The Spinner’s Game back in March, I decided to kick-start my Twitter account (@crispinakemp1) which I started in 2018 and had promptly abandoned.
To raise my profile (as they say) my activity has mostly been by way of retweets, some with quirky comments. But I’m also tweeting photos. Then at weekends, I tweet excerpts, first from The Spinner’s Child, and now from Lake of Skulls, with pictures of covers of course.
… and the NetGalley Reviewer, English Historical Fiction Author, Tony Riches, saw them and… he invited me to write a guest post on his blog, The Writing Desk. Woo and Wow!!! So I did. And yesterday he published it. Oh Yay! Oh Yay! Oh Yay!
Find my guest post on The Writing Desk here
So, thank you Tony
The path on the south side of Breydon Water leads to Burgh Castle and the remains of a Roman fort. But we’re not going to walk that far. Instead, we’ll cut across the marshes and circle back to Great Yarmouth. But it’s still a tidy step. So, put on your hikers, and let’s go.
Breydon Bridge carries the bypass. 25th May 2020.
Not so busy today. I liked the contrast of the old and the new (new as in 1984)
A tern flies over the untroubled water: 25th May 2020
The terns (common and arctic) are summer visitors, overwintering in South Africa. In the distance across the water, you can see the platforms installed to encourage the terns to breed.
Gipsy cobs, my grandpa’s favourite: 25th May 2020
Back in the day, our marshes provided sweet grazing for Highland cattle. Now horses are everywhere.
It’s hot, I’m itchy, dust will help: 25th May 2020
The pumphouse: 25th May 2020
In bygone days, windmills were used for pumping water drained from the marshes into the estuary. These days we have this. It’s a bit of a landmark with no other buildings for miles around. It’s also where we’re going to leave Breydon to cut across those marshes.
Curious, he has to come nose: 25th May 2020
(I think he’s been using the same hair colourant as me)
Agricultural weeds: 25th May 2020
The walk takes in agricultural land. Poppies and various crops’ flowers all gathered together in a field corner. Note: it’s all organic around here, no nasty sprays.
And there, in a quiet corner… 25th May 2020
Hawthorn, pretty in pink, and the last of the year: 25th May 2020
This isn’t the end of the walk, but the path is soon to spew us out onto a road in a retail park and… one road’s much like another in such places.
I do hope you’ve enjoyed our little stroll. It’s been hot. You might be beginning to tire. It’s about 7 miles all-round. Well done.
Breydon Water at the top of the tide and not a breath of air. I’ve never seen it so quiet, not even in winter
Breydon, looking towards the confluence of rivers Yare and Waveney: 25th May 2020
Blue Skies, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
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