… and desired her
Post sunset: 3 Sept 2020
In the hour leading up to the sunset, and the half-hour post-sunset I took 310 photos, many of which I have posted on Twitter (Peace Be My Name @ineebrown51). And I have no doubt many more will find their way onto the pages of WP.
Majestic, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
First of August… how many years ago? You remember that day?
You’d been working in Saudi… two months of our letters. No internet then. Photos exchanged.
Meet you at the airport, you said, please.
Oh, I was undecided. My friend drove me there.
I was late, your plane already landed.
We sat in the bar and talked. And talk. And talked.
Then you hired a car and we went out to the coast, walked hand in hand in the sand, the surf swirling around our feet.
I remember then you turned to me, your deep cornflower eyes intent on mine, melting me, stealing my breath. Oh, that sun-drenched windswept Ingrid Bergman kiss.
CCC#95
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.
Photo is of Hemsby beach, taken on a very hot morning (1st August 2020). To the right of the photo, on the horizon, is a windfarm
The flowers I saw on my walk from the wet woodland around River Tas to the farmland as I came into Hempnall
Great Horsetail growing in great abundance: 22 August 2020
Closeup of Great Horsetail: 22 August 2020
These giants cast the little horsetails your find in your garden into the shade. They grow up to 6′ tall.
Reeds: 22 August 2020
I love reeds this time of year. So much so, I’ve taken inspiration from them for my hair!
Wild Angelica: 22 August 2020
I’m not 100% certain on this one. So many white umbellifers, so many with pinnate leaves. Yet everything about it (height, flowering time, environment) says it’s so.
Purple Loosestrife: 22 August 2020
Currently blooming around every small and large body of water! Along with Great Willowherb, it’s the most common waterside plant of this size
Lichen and fungi on a small twig: 22 August 2020
Only the most hopeful of idiots would try for a close up of a twig no bigger than my little finger when the wind is gusting up to 50 mph. But hey, here’s the result. Wow! I amaze myself.
Spear Thistle in seed: 22 August 2020
So many thistles, I’m taking a bet on spear thistle, but it could be another. And I make no apologies for its inclusion. I love thistledown.
Another thistle: 22 August 2020
But which thistle? I’m thinking it’s a milk thistle cos milk thistles grow around here, and those bracts are right.
Great Mullein: 22 August 2020
The Great Mullein can grow to 6′, which then is a frequent casualty of this wind. This one was heading on 5′ but wasn’t yet fully formed.
10 July 2020 at Gorleston beach
I stand upon the shore
Content the endless sea
That kisses my toes
Is kissing your toes too
18 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Challenge: Endless
Saturday 22nd August, I shod myself in walking shoes, equipped myself with food and water, and caught the 6:30 am bus out of Great Yarmouth. At Norwich, I caught another bus to arrive at Newton Flotman by 7:40 am. It was a breezy day. It was to get breezier.
Early sun on the houses at Newton Flotman: 22 August 2020
My father was born and grew up at Newton Flotman. But his mother’s family had come from “across the road and down the lane”. That road is the A140, the old Roman Road from Venta Icenorum to Colchester. Down the lane are the two parishes of Saxlingham: Nethergate and Thorpe.
But first to cross the river; navigable in former times, now barely a stream. The Tas.
Reflections in River Tas: 22 August 2020
I’ve become quite obsessed of late with water-reflections.
The sun ripples on the water: 22 August 2020
Cargate Lane from Newton to Saxlingham: 22 August 2020
An iconic sight at Saxlingham Nethergate: 22 August 2020
As a child, I’d come through here on a bus to visit my other grandma who lived in the next village along. Every time I saw this barn, I knew we were nearly there.
Saxlingham Nethergate: 22 August 2020
Saxlingham Nethergate: 22 August 2020
Saxlingham Nethergate: 22 August 2020
Deemed a Village of Outstanding Beauty. You can see why.
Wood Pigeon… posing: 22 August 2020
You see the sign he’s sitting on? Generally, that means restricted to farm traffic. But in this instance, I think it means foot traffic…
Wash Lane, a Restricted Byway: 22 August 2020
The long lost village of Saxlingham Thorpe: 22 August 2020
Today, what remains of Saxlingham Thorpe hugs the parish boundary with Newton Flotman and shares the advantages of being close to a main arterial road.
Looking back to Saxlingham Nethergate: 22 August 2020
Parish church of Saxlingham Thorpe: 22 August 2020
A greenway takes me to the next village: 22 August 2020
My maternal grandma lived in the next village. Hempnall. Not the place of her birth; she came from South Norfolk, from close to the Waveney. But my maternal grandfather’s family had settled here.
St Margaret’s Church, Hempnall: 22 August 2020
View from the bus shelter: 22 August 2020
Oh, the times I had waited here as a child. Then we didn’t have phones that doubled as cameras. We didn’t have easy connections. And nor had I. The 4G connection was erratic here. Whether that’s the usual state or whether it was due to the winds and threatening storm… beyond me to know.
I spent a lot of time in Saxlingham in 2016-17. I researched its history from the earliest times. I trod its bounds. The results of that research formed several posts here on WP. If you’re interested, see here:
Costessey: 24 August 2020
It wasn’t that the walk that morning had been long and arduous. It wasn’t that we melted beneath a fierce summer sun. But we had been out since 7:00 am (to catch the bus into Norwich) and walking since 7:40. Now bellies were rumbling… and that charming woodland I know from experience is alive with biting bloodsucking insects. Not a place to sit on the ground.
And so we were thankful for this seat.
Thankful, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #94
Welcome to Upton Fairy Tours
A guide to what lies behind our garden doors
Here you’ll find the fairies’ myriad houses
Terraced like yours and bought at a bargain
Here you’ll find their colourful gardens
Full of flowers, fragrant to smell
Here you’ll find their magical well
But we go quietly, as hushed as mouses
Else it all disappears in a puff
The cunning work of the guardian, Fairy Nuff
CCC#94
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.
Photos were taken on my walk from Acle to South Walsham and back, 15th August 2020
A late head of honeysuckle: 15 August 2020
Elderberries causing heavy heads to hang: 15 August 2020
Rowan berries: 15 August 2020
Mugwort and Wild Oats: 15 August 2020
The following two photos were taken to prove that in this part of England straw is baled into those giant toilet rolls, although elsewhere the bales might be square and only hay is thus treated.
Barley… for brewing: 15 August 2020
Wheat: 15 August 202
And you can’t wheat and barley without poppies. Blurred. The wind was blowing.
Poppies, almost over: 15 August 2020
Soft rush: 15 August 2020
“Green grow the rushes, O”
And me, the writer, the photographer, the walker, making a rare appearance
