Water. Everywhere

After the snow came the flood. Okay, so I exaggerate; it wasn’t that bad. Yet walking the Wensum Valley on Tuesday all I could see of the lower meadows were the protruding hedges and the tufts of the taller grass-hummocks.

So, what was I to take photos of?

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The sluice at Costessey Mill: Photo 6th March 2018 (#2018pichoftheweek ‘Motion’)

I lived in Costessey till 1983. This sluice didn’t exist way back in the day. I guess they built it to stop kids diving in off the bridge, which had become an accident black-spot. That sluice certainly pretties-up the water. I claim this as ‘Motion’ in #2018picoftheweek.

R. Wensum at Costessey Mill

River Wensum at Costessey Mill, looking over the meadows towards Drayton. Photo 6th March 2018

The mill has long since ceased to be active. Yet there’s been a mill here since forever. Two are recorded in Domesday Book.

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River Wensum taken from the bridge at Costessey Mill, looking towards Hellesdon. Photo 6th March 2018

Here began my interest in medieval history. Before the English lost to the Normans (1066), Costessey and its mills belonged to the earls of Norfolk & Suffolk, i.e. Earl Harold (Godwineson), and later his brother Earl Gyrth. After the conquest the extensive manor of Costessey landed in Breton hands, to become, post-1075, part of the Honour of Richmond held by Alan Rufus. Briefly in the C12th it landed in the hands of Alain de Rohan, (I just love that name) who granted the tithes of St Edmund’s church to the monastery of Bon Repos in Brittany.

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After the Snow

Yesterday I was finally able to take the camera for a walk. And I found this, lost in the midst if several acres of snow-melt.

After the Snow

Snowdrops caught in the snow-thaw: Photo 6th March 2018

It was a day of firsts. The first clear shot I’ve had of a Little Egret. These used to be summer visitors to Breydon Water. Over recent years they have taken to breeding in East Anglia and have gradually worked their way up the rivers till now they’re more common inland than in the estuaries. But they’re skittish, and my zoom isn’t very powerful. So stretching the limits . . .

Little Egret

Little Egret, a kind of oriental-looking bird, so I’ve given the photo a kind of oriental treatment; Photo 6th March 2018, west of Norwich

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A Call for Beta Readers

Asaric Tales Update #4: Call for Beta Readers

Beta Readers RequiredWhat is a beta reader?
A reader who offers detailed feedback on plot, characters, clarity and pacing.

What do I want?
Readers of all ages and both sexes to help me perfect Asaric Lies (98k words), book one of the five part fantasy fiction Asaric Tales. 

What do I ask of you?
That you read the book—sent to you in five sections—and answer a few questions, some specific, some general, in as many or as few words as suits you.

Simple, yea?

But what’s this Asaric Tales about?

Well, first off, Asaric Tales is a 5-book series. Right now I’m working on Book One: Asaric Lies.

Asaric Lies: The Blurb

Born of a fisher-hunter clan, fraudulent seer Kerrid holds two false beliefs. That in her supernatural abilities she is unique, and as Voice of the Lady she’s exempt from Plaited Woman’s fate. The arrival of nine boats from the east shatters both these beliefs. Forced to make an unwise judgement there follows a trail of death. Questions plague her: Why does she dream of babies burning? Why does a voice in her head—Suffer the loss, suffer the pain—taunt her of some dire deed? What has she done? And what is she that no matter how lethal the wound, she does not die?

In Asaric Lies (Book 1 Asaric Tales), Kerrid explores and develops her supernatural powers, gains a glimmering of what she might be, discovers the source of the accusatory voice in her head, and sheds her fraudulent status to become a fully trained wise-woman, able to enter the all-encompassing otherworld Web. But this is only the first step on her journey.

Set in the between-time when Ice Age gave way to warmer days, when nomadic hunter-fisher turned to settled agriculture, when spirits and demons morphed to gods, Asaric Tales crosses continents and weaves through ages fraught with floods and droughts to the prototype of our most ancient myths.


If you’re interested, fill in and submit the form on the Contact Page. I will then send you further details.

More information on being a beta reader can be found at beta-reader ettiquette

One note of caution before you volunteer: In Book One there are several references to sexual child abuse. Although not intense, certain sensitive people might find this disturbing.

 

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Things are Looking Up

This week in brief: Blasted by the Beast from the East; temperatures below minus 10 C;  incessant winds of 30-60 mph; low visibility, no public transport, only the busiest arterial routes open to traffic. Not a good week for walking out with the camera. And so to resort to last year’s store.

Southwold Lighthouse

Southwold Lighthouse . Looking Up. Photo 6th Sept 2017

Southwold Lighthouse stands proud of a huddle of houses which makes it a tad difficult to get a good shot of it in its entirety. But makes it ideal for ‘Look Up’ in the #2018picoftheweek photo challenge.

The photo, taken on a nondescript kind of blue day with nondescript clouds looked just too placid. And so  the black & white treatment to add a touch of  frisson.


See #2018picoftheweek for list of categories and further details

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Outdoors Indoors Sunshine

Winter has hit Great Yarmouth with a vengeance—just to make up for all those years we’ve missed it.With an easterly wind blasting powdering snow at my windows so I can’t even see out, I’ve decided to keep the curtains shut. But where’s the sun?

Daffdils

I cut a double handful of daffodil buds on Sunday. Last night they opened. Outdoor sunshine, indoors. And they smell divine.

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Norwich Graffiti

There is a wall in the woods on Mousehold Heath, at Norwich. Just a length of wall. It connects to nothing. It’s not the ruin of some old building. In fact, it looks no more than 30-50 years old. Incongruous amongst the trees. More so with its colourful graffiti.

Mousehold Graffiti

Graffiti amongst the trees on Mousehold Heath: Photo 8th Nov 2017

I claim this as ‘Signage’ in the #2018picoftheweek Challenge.


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Asaric Tales e-book update #3

In last month’s update I intended a straight read-through of Asaric Tales Book 1. What happened?

Asaric Tales update 3 v2Asaric Tales Bk 1 read-through

For the first few chapters I used yellow highlight to mark passages/words I wanted to change and returned to them at the end of each day’s reading session to do the necessary. By Ch5 I decided this was a silly procedure; I would make the edits as encountered. Which slowed the read-through. Greatly. Midway through, and the ‘read’ had become another ‘edit’. I also rewrote several passages that still weren’t right. And I thought, hey, next update, I’ll ask for beta-readers.

I sigh. I’m not yet ready. Maybe next week? Perhaps the week after?

Asaric Tales Bk 1 weasel word edit

This has to be the easiest edit. [Find], [Go-To], [Delete] or [Replace].  I zoomed through it,

[Find] reported zilch on a whole swarm of weasels.  Others were straight deletions. And my word count went down, and down and down. Until …

Asaric Tales Bk 1 -ing words edit

Before this edit, Book One of Asaric Tales was 4% -ing words. The count now stands at 2.3%. See, not all -ing words are equal. Some use -ing for their very existence: e.g. sing, thing, wing. Others are gerunds, i.e. nouns and adjective formed from a verb, e.g. verb: to live; gerund: living used as both adjective and noun.

The -ings I hunted were the imperfect verbs: e.g. I was editing; I was laughing; I was groaning. Delete ing and was and the verb becomes perfect: I edited; I laughed; I groaned.

The perfect verb adds power to one’s writing while the edit further reduces the word-count.

But it’s not so easy to do by [Find] and [Replace]. The simple was and ing deletion can result in an ugly construction. There were times I found myself deleting – not liking – replacing – rewriting – restructuring, and then undoing to restore to original form. (Lo! A wonderful string of -ings) All of which was time consuming.

Another read-through Bk 1 Asaric Tales 

My use of adverbs—another hiccup that tends to plague writers—is minimal, and those used are required. Ditto adjectives. And if I pile them on it’s for rhythm, for need and for effect, never for want of a stronger word. I have removed speech tags wherever possible. All that’s left now is …

Another read-through, and that’s top of agenda for Monday morning.

While in the process my eyes and mind will stay sharp for any remaining issues, e.g. unnecessary information, repetitions, illogical constructions.

AND THEN … BETA READERS ON STANDBY PLEASE

Next update, which will include the call for beta readers, expected first week in March.

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Black and White Reflections

This week I braved the elements to take some fresh photos for the 2018picoftheweek challenge.

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Flooded fields and puddled paths bedevilled my cross-country walk from Acle to Norwich on Thursday: Photo 15th February 2018

I wasn’t sure of the wisdom of this walk having a mild case of vertigo in aftermath of a sinus infection and/or a cold. But the sun was shining, the temperature set to rise to almost 10C, and the Met Office forecast no rain today. The only drawback was the wind, which became intense as the day progressed (so I hopped on a bus for the last couple miles).

The route runs more of less parallel with the A47, threading through the villages of North Burlingham, Hemblington, Blofield Heath and Little Plumstead. But most of that route, being along farm tracks and through woods, was thoroughly muddy. I learned to mud-skate! And it was worth it (even if Friday I suffered).

Catkins, Signs of Spring

Fat Catkins, a sure sign of Spring: Photo 15th Feb 2018

Honeysuckle Sign of Spring

Another sign of Spring’s arrival: Honeysuckle is the earliest green by wayside and woodland: Photo 15th Feb 2018

When I got home and downloaded the photos, I regretted not taking the Rebel. These  were taken on a Canon Ixus, a small ‘pop it in a pocket’ camera, but it hasn’t the controls I’ve come to rely on.


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St Peter’s church, North Burlingham

The ruins of old churches seldom fail to catch my attention; I just have to investigate, even if it means a wade through waist-high nettles and a tangle of brambles. They exude a sense of Dark Gothic as if a nest of demons might lurk within. They evoke an earlier age, with images of the plague and endemic superstitions.

St Petes church North Burlingham

Claiming this as ‘Architecture’ and ‘Framed’ in #2018picoftheweek challenge. Photo: 15th April 2017

Most English ruins were Saxon foundations; in Norfolk rebuilt and embellished on the profits of the local wool and cloth industry in styles reflective of passing fashions, the latest being ‘Late Perpendicular’, a style favoured by the early Tudors. The ensuing Reformation saw the demise of these richly ornamented churches and a widespread replacement by the clean lines of the Puritan movement.

St Peter’s at North Burlingham, set a mere stretch east of its neighbour, St Andrews, is unusual in that its abandonment dates to the last century.  Its round tower collapsed into the nave, one night in 1906. Temporary repairs failed to stem further deterioration; in 1936 its congregation moved to the neighbouring church.

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Photo Challenge 2018

ofmariaantonia has put out a challenge. To post a new photo every Saturday, list of themes given below or follow the link. I couldn’t resist. Though until our British weather improves, I will be using photos I took in 2017 but haven’t yet posted in any form.

Cart and Ivy Vintage Nature

Nature runs rampant over the remains of a discarded cart: Photo taken 7 August 2017

I’m claiming two categories here: Nature and Vintage!

Want to join in? See ofmariaantonia for full details

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