It’s been raining much of late. Don’t believe me?
And in wet weather, the fungi proliferate. Enjoy…
All photos were taken in Damgate Carr, Acle, and along the adjoining stretch of Weaver’s Way
It’s been raining much of late. Don’t believe me?
And in wet weather, the fungi proliferate. Enjoy…
All photos were taken in Damgate Carr, Acle, and along the adjoining stretch of Weaver’s Way
See there on the heath, she’s sitting
Bell-flower jingling, chuckling, giggling
See there on the heath, she is spreading
Purpling, rusting, adding colour
That’s Heather, our daughter
27 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Heather
On Saturday 12th Sept I got up real early and bused out to Acle, thence a walk that skirted the grazing marshes as far as Wickampton, just inland from River Yare. 10-miles round trip. When I related the walk to my daughter, she wanted to make the walk too. So again the early rising, this time in the rain.
Yea, well, the word carr does mean wet woodland. So…
Weaver’s Way runs from Cromer (North Norfolk coast) to Great Yarmouth (East Norfolk coast). While some of it follows lesser-used roads, most of its 61 miles are along footpaths and other trackways
Have I said that I love reeds? I love reeds 🧡
The Fleet forms, as it were, the main artery for this part of the draining system
It wasn’t to last. But at least there was no more rain
We’re off the marsh now and we’re walking on a proper road. Single laned with some wide and deep puddles.
It might look like sunrise, and we are looking to east. But this is 9:00 am.
What does one call a gathering of trees? A Twitter-friend of mine suggested an Ent-Moot and we decided Tolkein wouldn’t mind.
Destination reached: Wickhampton grazing marshes stretch down the river. But gates were closed, the farmer moving his cattle, so we could go no further. Myself, I was content to take photos of the clouds.
See this Tuesday Treat for flora and fungi from this and related wetland walks
Something Old, Something New. another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
I arrived home from my walk on 23rd September to find this moored just across the quay from me. Delighted and curious to see a schooner in port, I had to investigate.
De Gallant belongs to Blue Schooner Company who operate a Voyage Cargo Scheme offering opportunities for producers to ship their goods using the power of the wind. The ships are manned by volunteers. On this occasion, it was carrying coffee and rum from South America.
The bus trundled on through the rain, through a peopleless landscape. Where would their journey end?
And who was driving this bus? Rosemary asked those passengers nearest. Had they seen?
Someone called back from the front, “I caught a glimpse of grey.”
“You mean, a grey uniform? But that’s not the colour of this company.”
“Not uniform. Skin. And he’s a big headed fella.”
Nausea swept through Rosemary. Fear tingled every part of her. They’d been abducted, they all knew that. But by Greys?
Those wretched aliens again.
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.
For those interested, this was the 6:25 am bus I took on 23rd Sept, Great Yarmouth to Acle. Double-decker, top deck. As you can see, it was raining.
The numbers of wildflowers diminish while we still wait upon the autumnal plethora of fungi. But here are some. Enjoy
You can see how small these are by the size of the moss surrounding them
These had sprung up during the morning. Not there when I passed on the way out, yet there when I returned.
Found these while taking photos of the sunset on Breydon Water.
All summer, trying to get a decent photo of this mint. Finally, at summer’s end…
Such a common plant, much ignored. Yet it’s one of my favourites
Fungi, the alpha and omega… hope you enjoyed.
You remember that show
From years ago
On British TV
What a nonsense spree
Jamie, Jamie, he really was zany
All cockamamie with his magic torch
Whizzing down worm-holes
Into weird and fuzzy other dimensions
All done for children
To hold their attentions
It’s not like the Jamie I know now
Laidback and let the world go
Beamed out, don’t you know
62 words for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Zany
And for those who are lost with that reference:
17th September, 7:00 am, caught a bus to Norwich, and another from Norwich to Poringland… which is situated at the second-highest area in Norfolk. From there we walked downhill all the way to the Tas Valley.
My eyes were keened for autumn foliage. Mostly I was disappointed.
We were walking the interfluve between the rivers Yare and Tas. Claylands, the last to be cleared. When England was settled by Anglo-Saxons, this would have been woodland, grazed by cattle and swine.
I feared this was the most autumnal colour I’d find
Shotesham once comprised 4 parishes and had 4 churches: St Martins, St Marys, St Botolphs and All Saints. St Marys and All Saints are still in use.
From Shotesham we continued downhill to Saxlingham Green. Here the houses, mostly thatched, are set back behind a deep corridor of greenery.
That wobbly fence I posted last Saturday for the 2020picoftheweek challenge belonged to this house. We are now into Saxlingham Nethergate.
I found this wonderfully complex tree at Smockmill Common, Saxlingham Thorpe
The Tas bounds Smockmill Common. It also forms the boundary between Saxlingham and Newton Flotman.
A veritable octopus of a tree. Clearly, its early life was spent in spacious conditions, not other trees crowding it.
Hope you enjoyed our visit to this tiny corner of Norfolk. Tuesday I’ll be posting flowers and fungi seen this day
Big Picture, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
Where once was the Great Estuary, the confluence of three rivers, now are grazing marshes the support the sweetest grasses. In times past those grasses attracted drovers from the North, even from Scotland, who brought their cattle here to fatten for the London market. They attracted artists too. For where else in Britain can you find such a wide sky?