My place faces east-south-east. Great for sunrises. If I’m awake. But then there are buildings between me and the sea… boohoo. So it narrows the view.
But I thought for this week’s #2019picoftheweek challenge, I’d pick the title Sunrise, and this pic might do…
Sunrise: 8th October 2019
For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge see MariaAntonia
Crimson’s Creative Challenge
When, circa 1260, Walter Jernegan married Isabel FitzOsbert he could not have known that her brother would die without heirs. And that the line of Isabel’s cousin John de Nougon would also fail, this at his grandson.
Thus it mattered not a wit how the FitzOsbert estate was divided at Lady Katherine’s death in 1338, for it all landed square in the hands of Walter’s grandson John.
With his marriage to Isabel, Walter Jernegan provided his family with a ‘cheat’, a fast doubling of land and step up the Ladder. Tenant-in-chief, a baron eligible for summons to parliament; it meant his heirs could now look to other barons for wives. It meant larger dowries. Alas, it meant larger dowers too.
But without that marriage the Jernegans, notable amongst them, Elizabeth, Sir Richard, Sir Edward and Sir Henry, would not have become figures at the Tudor courts
The pictured gate belongs to Somerleyton Hall, just north of Lowestoft, which the Jernegans inherited from the FitzOsbert estate.
The notable Jernegans are… (note the change in spelling during Henry VIII’s reign)
Elizabeth Jernegan: Mistress of the Nursery to Prince Henry (Henry VIII), later governess to Princess Mary (Queen Mary I)
Sir Richard Jerningham: Deputy and Treasurer of the City and Marches of Tournay, Knight of the Body and later ambassador to the French King.
Sir Edward Jerningham: Chief Cup Bearer of the Queen’s Chamber at the coronation of Henry VIII.
Sir Henry Jerningham: Master of Horse for Princess Mary, and subsequently Steward to the household of Princess Mary, Gentleman Pensioner at the court of Henry VIII, Vice Chamberlain of the Household, Captain of the Guard and Master of the Horse (to list but a few of his positions).
Although Sir Henry Jerningham spent his child years at Somerleyton, he was later granted the massive estate that then was Cossey, in Norfolk… where centuries later I was born.
#CCC50
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.
image by skeeze on pixabay
The lights shimmered, wind-wafted veils of delicate hues, green and blue, yellow and red, that poured through the star-guarded hole. Aurora strained to hear their song. Her home.
28 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
Sunflower and Bee, by Crispina
Yay, yay, yay, Whispers and Echoes have published another of my poems: Mellow Yellow.
Check out this, and other poems and short stories here on their site.
Sammi Cox, chief editor of Whispers and Echoes is well-known and loved for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompts where she punishes us with impossible targets, and thus pushes us through the gates of inspiration.
Whispers and Echoes publish flash-fiction of up to 100 words, and poems up to 10 lines (excluding blanks); see here to submit.
Earlier issues of Whispers and Echoes can be seen on the Dreaming Spirit website.
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Have you seen our dragon? No, not the one George the saintly dragon-slayer slayed. No, this is Jason’s Dragon. For truth it is!
No-no-no, not the serpent; the serpent was back in Colchis. No, if you remember, Jason defeated the serpent – with a little help from Medea – and took the fleece all thick with gold, and he and his Argonauts – and Medea too – fled.
They pulled those oars and crossed the sea – Black we call it now, but Euxine, so it was then – and pulled into the Danube to escape their pursuers. Upriver, upriver, upriver they pulled those oars, along the Danube, up the Sava and Ljubljanica till they came to the Ljubljana Marshes. And here they tangled with the dragon.
And did Jason slay the scaly beast? Well, you see the beastie sitting here.
135 words written for What Pegman Saw: Ljubljana, Slovenia
The delicate fresh rose of the wayside in autumn changes to scarlet and strident
Rose Hips in plenty this autumn: 8th Oct 2019
Roses bloomed in profusion this June-time. Now the briars are red-hip laden
Black Bryony scrambles over everything, high and low. Here, in looking up, I nail the bokeh-effect…
Black Bryony in berry: 8th October 2019
Bokeh, for #2019picoftheweek challenge
For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge see MariaAntonia
CCC#49
Hey, Whitlingham Boy, are you going to snorkel?
In that ridiculous get up, you make me chortle.
Your flippered feet scare the fish as they slap into water,
A quieter approach is what you oughta.
Done up like that you’ll see nothing but rubbish dumped by the uncaring,
You’d see much more if you changed what you’re wearing.
Whitlingham Boy, fin-flipping into the water,
Change your gear, that’s what you oughta.
73 words written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge
I found Whitlingham Boy at Whitlingham Country Park on the outskirts of Nowich. It’s carved as one piece from a tree.
CCC#49
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.
crispina kemp 