Sunday Picture Post: Winter By The Water

23rd January 2026. Cold, and although overcast it’s forecast dry (at least in the morning) and the wind isn’t too blustery. So let’s hop on that bus and head into Norwich, to walk out again to Whitlingham Country Park. Cos there may not be pretty bright flowers, nor butterflies, and maybe the fungi are now scarce, but at least there’ll be birds. Let’s go…

23rd January 2026

🔼 Our walk takes us past the ‘industrial’ side of the city, long ago situated here because of the easy access to rail transport 🔽 Along the lane that leads to the park, I see someone’s been gardening and cannot resist the photo

23rd January 2026

23rd January 2026

I’ve said no pretty bright flowers. Yet flowers there are. Catkins 🔼 Hazel 🔽 Alder

23rd January 2026

🔽 And let’s not forget the reedmace

23rd January 2026

23rd January 2026

Mallards. Happy ducks! 🔼🔽 They’re already pairing up and mating

23rd January 2026

🔼 Little Egret looking great perched high in the alder tree

23rd January 2026

23rd January 2026

Swans 🔼 A settled couple 🔽 and the dating club

23rd January 2026

🔽 Mixed bathing!

23rd January 2026

23rd January 2026

🔼 We’ve visited here in winter and this path has been flooded and impassable. But not this day. Yay!

23rd January 2026

Whitlingham Broad sits in the sweeping embrace of the river Yare 🔼 A boat moored for the night, and now all atilt cos the tide’s gone out. 30 miles inland and the river is still tidal 🔽 Looking across the Yare to the ‘heights’ northeast of the city, where Mousehold Heath rolls into the river valley

23rd January 2026

And that’s as far as we’re going today. Now to head back to the cafe for coffee and a cheese scone. Hope you enjoyed

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The Fluidity of Water

23rd January 2026 

Starting a new year of Maria’s Photo Challenge, and I think we can agree that this otter, spotted while I was crossing a bridge, qualifies for F for Flowing

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Ode to 3iAtlas

image credit: Tiago Santos via pixabay

Another day of dismal grey
Nothing other since that fateful day
When that intergalactic object made its flyby
Drew our sun’s plasmic teeth
Blasted Earth’s unprotected fragile feet
Volcanic eruptions
Seismic quakes
Climate screwed all to hell
More mournful than I can tell


43 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Mourn

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CCC071: The Top Award

Melissa stood in line and patiently awaited her turn. So far, those ahead of her had been awarded the basic white. Would that be her status too? After all her work and her…yes, her daring-do? Plain, boring, solid, white. But better white than nothing.

“Melissa?” the dean called her name.

She stepped forward.

“Well done, Melissa. The only flier from this year’s entry to reach the sun.” The dean pinned the orange-tipped wings on her collar.

Of course, it wasn’t really the sun. That would have been an impossibility.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #071

Every Wednesday I’ll post FOUR photos (if you want to get a head start you’ll find them marked in that week’s Sunday Picture Post and Tuesday Treats). Lots of choice!

And here they are:

You respond with something CREATIVE. Perhaps an  answering photo, or micro-fiction, or a poem, or just a caption

As before, there are only two criteria:

!!!!! Your creative offering is indeed yours !!!!!

!!!!! Your writing is kept to 150 words or less !!!!!

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it.

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN

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Tuesday Treats: Sunny Side Up

A selection of photos from my deep-deep archive (10th May 2017) to bring a little colour and sun and freshness into our lives. Enjoy

10th May 2017

🔼 Stitchwort… in company with vetch 🔽

10th May 2017

🔽 Cuckoo Flower aka Lady’s Smock

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

Two prickly bushes! 🔼 Hawthorn, flowers show it to be cross-pollinated, from both pink and white forms 🔽 Holly, gearing up for another year

10th May 2017

🔽 I should have labelled these 3 as all the ‘H’s, for this is the rampant hop

10th May 2017

🔽 In the churchyard at South Walsham is this finial to a headstone. Couldn’t resist it. How easily we humans see faces where they’re not intended

10th May 2017

🔽Butterflies…

10th May 2017

🔼 An overwintered Tortoiseshell, a little worse for wear! 🔽 A White, but whether large or small I’m not sure

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

🔼 My very first photo of a Holly Blue taken from a distance, zoomed in. Can you see it? It’s very well camouflaged 🔽 An Orange-Tip. These are devilishly difficult to photograph, they just won’t stay still, always flitting. So this was a magical moment

10th May 2017

That’s all for now. Hope you enjoyed, and you agree that it’s good to see the sunlit colours of spring. Spring 2026 will come again, soon.

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Words On Writing Issue #3

To plot or not to plot…

That is the question often discussed, debated and sometimes hotly thrashed out by fiction writers. Especially when in the process of advising, encouraging and most times confusing newbies.

For the uninitiated, to plot means to plan out your story in increasingly fine and finer details from opening scene to climax and denouement, passing through inciting incident, debate, refusal, the muddle in the middle, midpoint-reversal, dark night of the soul, recoup and reassemble, and the battle to bash the shit out of the antagonist. Until all that’s left to do is add a few conjunctions and correct punctuation.

The alternative to plotting is called pantzing. I believe the term comes from the same place as ‘to fly without proper tuition’, i.e. to fly by the seat of your pants.

The plotter and the pantzer are two extremes of a spectrum. Between them exists manifold recipes for (we hope) success.

Me? Plotter or pantzer?

I tried the plotter’s method. I didn’t last long, and I didn’t get far. Boredom swept over me, along with impatience to be writing, to get to grips with the story. Yep, that sounds about right for a Gemini Sun with Aries Rising.

I’ve also tried the pantzer method. Again, I didn’t last long, and I certainly didn’t get far. I had to stop and think where this story was going. Apparently the same happens to most writers who jump into the pantzer’s boat: sooner or later they realise they need a map of the waterways. Saves paddling into a deep dark cave from which there’s no return.

And now to the crux of this post: The reason I’m writing it.

Whether a plotter or a pantzer, there comes a point in the writing process when the writer enters the revision stage. Unless the writer is a creative genius who writes it all in their head, including corrections.

The revision stage is the real creative heart of the process.

It doesn’t matter how many times I read through the story, how many notes I make, how many changes, insertions, deletions, how many times I lay in more foreshadowing, change this or that about a character, tweak a few words here, more words there, this is my love.

That’s where I’m at now with Saramequai.

It was this process that I had previously skimped on, in too much of a hurry to ‘get another book out there’. But this time I’m taking it slowly, focusing on every aspect. It’s coming along nicely now.

Perfection. That’s the aim.


That’s all I’ve to say for now.
Please do share your thoughts, whether or not you’re a writer.
And thank you for reading

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Sunday Picture Post: Walking On Sunshine

Another week of dismal weather sent me scuttling into the archives in search of fairer days. And here’s what I found. 10th May 2017. We bus into Norwich, then out to Blofield Heath. From there we’re walking via South Walsham Broad to Acle (where we’ll catch a bus home). It’s a longer walk than any we’ve done of late but the day is sunny and warm. So forget your wet weather wellies, your hats, gloves and thermals, and come walk in the sunshine with me!

10th May 2017

🔼 We pass an alpaca farm where the delightful beasts have recently been shorn 🔽 And alongside a field which is lusciously green!  ⏬

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

As we near South Walsham (part of the Broads) we find an area of fen. Love fenland flowers 🔼 Marsh marigolds blind us with their golden petals 🔽 Reed thatch is the favoured roofing in the Broads. See that heron on the ridge?

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

We sit for a while and watch the geese. These are Spectacle Geese, aka Egyptian Geese 🔼🔽⏬

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

🔽 This little inlet always fascinates me. Never been here when those boats were absent. Weekend sailors?

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

Between South Walsham and Acle lies Upton Fen. It can be somewhat wet under foot but isn’t too bad today 🔼🔽

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

🔼 A rare glimpse of the building materials of yesteryear. The base is flint, ubiquitous for all buildings in the region. Above that? I’m thinking that could be clunch, a clay-chalk blend much used in East Anglia in the past 🔽 Fishley church always attracts my lens. So many photos I’ve taken of this, as we often walk to Upton from Acle, passing this church on the way

10th May 2017

And that, my friends, is all for this week. Hopefully I’ll get in a decent walk before next week’s post.

Hope you enjoyed this reminder of the sun!

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That Deceitful Demon

Image credit: Jacqueline Macou via Pixabay

I resent the day that I met her
That demon who wrapped me and weighted me with a fetter
And, oh my god, how willingly I let her
When she said try this on
It’ll make you feel better
She made me into an eager abetter
Now I can’t ever forget her
And that day when I said ‘Let me go’ and how that upset her
It’s all contained in this letter


72 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Letter

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CCC070: I Told Her

I told her she ought to eat more
I told her that dieting rubbish would do her no good
I told her
Now look at her
Not a scrap of meat, just a bag of bones
I tell you, it’ll be the death of her

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