Tuesday Treats: A Wild Miscellany

A gathering of photos from our walk on 23rd January 2026. Enjoy…

23rd January 2026

πŸ”Ό The most unexpected sight of the day. A family of otters sporting in the Yare as we cross the bridge. Didn’t expect that in an industrial area. Shows how clean our rivers are πŸ”½ Ivy reaches out with her tendrils. Invasive in gardens, but happy to see her greenery here

23rd January 2026

23rd January 2026

πŸ”Ό Ivy berries provide a safe haven for an overwintering ladybird πŸ”½ A lone beech leaf looking like a copper sculpture

23rd January 2026

πŸ”½ No, it’s not the same egret. It’s another

23rd January 2026

23rd January 2026

I do not apologise for including 3 photos of the wild clematis, Old Man’s Beard aka Travellers’ Joy πŸ”ΌπŸ”½β¬

23rd January 2026

23rd January 2026

23rd January 2026

Spring flowers, so good to see them: πŸ”Ό Hellebore and πŸ”½ Snowdrops

23rd January 2026

23rd January 2026

And for the fungi fans, these provide welcome winter colour πŸ”ΌπŸ”½β¬

23rd January 2026

23rd January 2026

Alas, that’s all for now folks.

Now to see if I can find something entirely different for next week

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Words On Writing Issue #4

Biography of a work-in-progress.

Saramequai was conceived in what now seems the long-distant past. It was then called Saram.

Saram is the sky god of Dal Uest. Saramequai = horsemen of Saram.

In its earliest version there are five povs (point of view characters):

  • Demekin (the protagonist Detah’s brother who has, as it were, a foot in two camps)
  • Drea (Detah’s sister)
  • Megovis (Saramequai)
  • Glania (Saramequai)
  • Hegrea (of Spinner’s milieu)

While all the characters have remained from this first incarnation, only Megovis was destined to retain his pov status.

But how strange that in this earliest version the protagonist Detah doesn’tΒ  even have her own pov.

Experimental, obviously!

The infant Saram simmered away on backburner while I wrote other stories: i.e. the three Feast Fables which later became the five books of Spinner’s Game. As with stories before and after, I posted these in weekly instalments to WP. But Feast Fables was privileged to have its own dedicated WP site (Feast Fables, no longer active)

By 2012 Saram was ready for its next outing.

First, it received a new name: Alsalda.

Next, Detah (protagonist) became a pov.

And while Demekn and Megovis remained, I brought in Eblan Erspne (a shaman, sort of).

By 2015 Alsalda was ready for its public debut.

Alsalda appeared on WordPress in 79 weekly instalments from August 2015 through to April 2016. Wordcount was slightly over 204k.

And there it remained, dipping its naΓ―ve toes into the ethernet until I had prepared the 5 books of The Spinner’s Game for publication. Meanwhile I had written another story in that same Spinner’s Milieu: The King’s Wife. And resting on the backburner since 2005 was yet another book in the same milieu: Hare and Adder.

In 2020, with The Spinner’s Game now published on Amazon, along with Roots of Rookeri and Learning To Fly, I took another look at those three books, Hare and Adder, Alsalda and The King’s Wife and decided it would be a jolly good idea to publish these three too.

WRONG! It was not a good idea. It was crazy, rushed and ill-considered. That my life was in turmoil at the time certainly didn’t help.

The spotlight returns to Alsalda.

With a wordcount of 204k it was too-too-too-too long. Between 2020 and 2022 I managed to reduce that to 199k. Wow! How did you do that, you ask. I removed one of the previous 4 point-of-view characters. I also pruned away lots of exposition. Snip. Snip. Snip. And reduced it by 5k.

Although wordcount makes no difference to Kindle books, Alsalda (now Alsalda Bear) was slightly too hefty for an Amazon paperback. More trimming ensued, and a few tweaks to the formatting. And… yay!… published.

And there it sat. Partly because of… (see above, life in turmoil), partly because of lack of reviews, definitely because of lack of any great promotional effort.

Jump ahead two years. 2025.

As I’ve already said (WOW Issue 1), I read through my entire published oeuvre in 2025 and pulled all but a few of those books off Amazon. I then had another look at Alsalda.

Alsalda Bear gets a new name. Saramequai

Why?

Firstly, what was wrong with Alsalda Bear?

I laugh! Although the name comes from a myth told within the story, it sounds too much like a children’s story. It had to go.

The decisionΒ to name it Saramequai grew out of the blurb.

β€œDetah fears she’s turning to stone. She longs for freedom yet is terrified of the granary ghosts that bind her in servitude. In the disruptive wake of invading warriors hope flares only to shatter when she sees her father killed.

When givenΒ  the opportunity to become the warriors’ guide to the land they plan to conquer, Detah swallows her grief, musters the courage and accepts. Yet with her growing affection for the lead warrior she fears she’ll fail her instructions to confuse and dissuade the enemy and thus rob her people and family of their freedom.

Will Detah persist with her tactics to rid the land of these invaders knowing that her success will return her to servitude and a loss of her dreams?”

Those invading warriors are the Saramequai. And it’s only through her association with these warriors that Detah is able to rise above her fears and grasp the freedom she desires.

And there you have it, Saram’s transformation, via Alsalda, to Saramequai, 2006 to 2026.

But still lots of work required. This has got to be GOOD!

BTW wordcount now hovers around 180k!

 

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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

πŸ”Ό Our walk takes us past the ‘industrial’ side of the city, long ago situated here because of the easy access to rail transport πŸ”½ 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 πŸ”Ό Hazel πŸ”½ Alder

23rd January 2026

πŸ”½ And let’s not forget the reedmace

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23rd January 2026

Mallards. Happy ducks! πŸ”ΌπŸ”½ They’re already pairing up and mating

23rd January 2026

πŸ”Ό Little Egret looking great perched high in the alder tree

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23rd January 2026

Swans πŸ”Ό A settled couple πŸ”½ and the dating club

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πŸ”½ Mixed bathing!

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23rd January 2026

πŸ”Ό 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 πŸ”Ό 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 πŸ”½ 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 2026Β 

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.

β€œMelissa?” the dean called her name.

She stepped forward.

β€œWell 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 anΒ  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

πŸ”Ό Stitchwort… in company with vetch πŸ”½

10th May 2017

πŸ”½ Cuckoo Flower aka Lady’s Smock

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

Two prickly bushes! πŸ”Ό Hawthorn, flowers show it to be cross-pollinated, from both pink and white formsΒ πŸ”½ Holly, gearing up for another year

10th May 2017

πŸ”½ I should have labelled these 3 as all the ‘H’s, for this is the rampant hop

10th May 2017

πŸ”½ 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

πŸ”½Butterflies…

10th May 2017

πŸ”Ό An overwintered Tortoiseshell, a little worse for wear! πŸ”½ A White, but whether large or small I’m not sure

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

πŸ”Ό My very first photo of a Holly Blue taken from a distance, zoomed in. Can you see it? It’s very well camouflagedΒ πŸ”½ 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 β€˜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 β€˜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

πŸ”Ό We pass an alpaca farm where the delightful beasts have recently been shorn πŸ”½ And alongside a field which is lusciously green!Β  ⏬

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 πŸ”Ό Marsh marigolds blind us with their golden petals πŸ”½ 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 πŸ”ΌπŸ”½β¬

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

πŸ”½ 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 πŸ”ΌπŸ”½

10th May 2017

10th May 2017

πŸ”Ό 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 πŸ”½ 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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