Sunday Picture Post: Where The River Flows

4th February 2026, in that blessed gap in the rain-ridden days, we set out from Norwich along Marriott’s Way. This is part two of that walk: Destination, Costessey Ponds beside the tiny river Tud. Please join us…

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🔼 A last look back to see Sweet Briar Marsh Nature Reserve rather soggy 🔽 While ahead all seems to be dry!

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4th February 2026

🔼 Back in the long ago days, this was Hellesdon Station 🔽 Two more steps and we’re into Costessey. Parish boundaries are weird!

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4th February 2026

🔼 River Tud as she ripples and swells her way to the join the Wensum at Hellesdon Mill (much too muddy to walk that path today) 🔽 The old rail bridge over the Tud, a great place for kiddies to dabble their feet… on warmer days!

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🔼 Looking upriver from the bridge 🔽 Oh look, today that path is passable. Often this time of year it’s totally flooded

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🔼 There are several ponds here, each a flooded former gravel quarry. But to reach them requires a trudge through the stickiest, slipperiest mud you ever did find. So we’ll keep to the drier paths today 🔽

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4th February 2026

🔼 View downriver from the footbridge 🔽 ⏬ Two views upriver. Despite she’s running fast (and that’s not cos of the gradient, here all-but non-existent) she’s not running high. That is a surprise after all the rain

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4th February 2026

And that, for now, is all. We’re catching a bus back into Norwich to find some lunch on the market. Hope you enjoyed. More photos on Tuesday

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Mine Ain’t No Tapestry

15th January 2026, St Peter Mancroft, Norwich

My life has been a tapestry
Carole King did sing
Can’t say the same of mine
No connecting thread nor continuous line
Always chopping, always changing
A patchwork of a travesty


31 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Patchwork

 

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CCC074: Don’t Mess With Things You Don’t Understand

Some people never do learn, that was Ted
How many times had his parents said
Don’t mess with things you don’t understand
But Ted, who rated himself a bit of a nerd
Picked up the gadget the old woman dropped from her pocket
And messed with it like his parents’ warning he’d never heard
Next he knew he was rooted in mud
Cold water lapping
Transformed by that magical device
A willow tree, a despairing grimace on his messed about face.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #074

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 an  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: Including Unexpected Fungi Finds

A gathering of photos taken on our walk on 4th February 2026 during a drab and fitfully spitting day. Enjoy

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🔼 Seen in a garden, and irresistible, Green Hellebore 🔽 Hazel catkins. No wind. See, they’re hanging straight down!

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4th February 2026

Geese 🔼 Egyptian 🔽 Greylags

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4th February 2026

Waymakers crafted from the tracks of this former railway, placed at every mile 🔼 full frontal view 🔽 close-up of that zip!

🔽 Rosehips sparkling with raindrops. I couldn’t get close enough for a macro-shot

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And now for the fungi. We were not looking, yet somehow we found them…

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🔼 Turkey-tails 🔽 some kind of yellow crust

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🔽 I’m thinking this is probably another crust or a bracket. What we’re seeing is the underside of the fungus

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4th February 2026

🔼 Oysterlings. There are several species, I’m not sure which one this is 🔽 Yellow brain. That’s quite an easy one to recognise!

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That’s all for today. More miscellaneous pics and fungi fun next week

Hope you enjoyed

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Words On Writing Issue 6

All writers have a weakness

No, I don’t mean that craving for chocolate and cold coffee.

I mean that one thing they struggle with, that doesn’t come easy, that feels like an entangled nightmare every time.

My weakness is dialogue

Okay, so that’s the main one.

Endings and overwriting take second and third place. Yet they’re both relatively easy to resolve in the revision stage. Okay, I might have to rewrite an ending multiple times and maybe even then not get it ‘right’ if by right I mean right according to the accepted advice.

But dialogue isn’t so easily managed. Why? Because dialogue appears throughout the story.

My main problem with dialogue?

I don’t mean that tricky business of cutting to the chase, removing the clutter of everyday chatter.

I’m a great mimic of people talking on the bus. But my characters don’t discuss Aunt Mildred’s embarrassing flatulence, or Uncle Bertie’s operation.

It’s that everyone has their own unique signature way of speaking

Some of that uniqueness is down to rhythm, use of pauses, speed and accent. But writers are advised not to go too heavy on accents. That’s just as well cos I’m piss-useless at writing in phonetics. I even have trouble writing those ‘ah’, ‘oh’, and ‘eke’ type exclamations.

Why doesn’t everyone talk like an Oxford don? I could handle that.

It’s that trickiness of making everyone sound different

Do I give my main characters special words and phrases that they, alone, use? I mean, someone might use ‘I mean’ a lot.

A lot, that’s part of the problem. Am I right? You understand? Okay? Fine. Brillig! (sorry, that one’s mine)

But to use these phrases a lot gets… wearisome.

Contractions

But everyone contracts, even Oxford dons.

Ah, but there are two common ways to contract in English though mostly seen in the negative: I’ll not do that, I won’t do that; he’s no idiot, he isn’t an idiot.

To use the style of contraction is fine if you’ve only two characters. In Saramequai I have fifteen frequently occurring characters, plus loads of minor players, a few walk-ons and a handful of cameos.

Culture-defining aspects of speech

It does help somewhat if I give these characters culture-defining aspects of speech. There are two different cultures in Saramequai, plus another that sits between them, kind of hybrid.

One culture says ‘think’ while the other says ‘believe’, cos one’s all in the head while the other is in the heart or soul.

Then there’s the use of ‘one’ v ‘body’, as in anyone, someone, anybody, somebody.

There are loads of ways to distinguish two cultures in this way.

But that doesn’t help with the main task of making every character sound different.

Phrasing helps

By which I don’t mean to alter the subject-verb-object order which typifies the English language. Annoying, Yoda-talk can be. But the use of dependant clauses and repetition. The use of fragments, too, can be useful.

Then again, someone might have a habit of asking questions. We’ve all come across those types, haven’t we.

There are ways of doing this. I just have to get my head around it.

Dealing with dialogue during revision

Just think of the confusion, the escalating errors, the mounting despair if I simply read through the text and alter as I come to the character. Stake money on it, I’d miss out loads.

So how do I do it?

The long way.

Yet that’s also the thorough and immensely relaxing way.

Create a table

Two columns. Endless rows

Cut and paste from the main document to the table, each line of dialogue against the speaker’s name.

Now it’s easy to work with each character, one at a time.

Time consuming?

Yes. But oh so satisfying.

And that’s where I am with Saramequai at the moment.


Thank you for reading.
I’d love to hear from you. All comments answered

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Sunday Picture Post: City Limits

4th February 2026 and a gap in the perpetual rainy days encourages us to reacquaint ourselves with our beloved Marriott’s Way. While our ultimate destination is Costessey Ponds, this post covers our walk only as far as the City Limits. Enjoy. Oh, and you’ll need mud-proof boots…

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Two views of ‘historic’ Norwich, clustered around the church of St John’s Maddermarket 🔼🔽

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4th February 2026

Leaving the old industrial area, heading into the residential 🔼 To left of tree, a former shoe factory, now housing, to right of the tree, formerly a brewery, now much renovated into housing 🔽 Bridge over Wensum in a rare moment between the constant flow of traffic

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🔽 The Wensum, looking upriver. So it isn’t raining, but neither is it sunny. In fact, it’s decidedly murky. Yet the alder’s crimson catkins make for some colour

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🔽 The winter gales might uproot a willow but that doesn’t doom that tree to  die!

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4th February 2026

On the Wensum 🔼 Egyptian geese, aka spectacled geese 🔽 And no label is needed for this elegant swan

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Bridges. This walk has many many bridges 🔼 Wooden bridge, recently repaired, allowing us to negotiate a small and usually wet inlet from the river 🔽 Metal bridge, thunders beneath the wheels of cycles!

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🔼 And the trail snakes on… 🔽 This factory marks the city boundary

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Hope you enjoyed.

We’ll continue this walk next week (no need to keep fingers crossed 🤞 for dry weather!)

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On This Once-In-A-Year Day

Image credit: Crispina Kemp June 2025

Shops brim with roses
Not a scent to them
Designed for the eye, not for noses
Men of all ages crowd around
With panicked hope bound
For this special once-in-a-year day
His chance to say
She means a lot
A single rose, the price extortionate
To buy the key to her padlock


52 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Padlock

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CCC073: Sitting Alone On An Empty Shore

Look at her, sitting alone on the empty shore
Don’t you feel the tug of her too
Calling to your hidden fears
Doesn’t she hug you, too
Crazy Lady, you say
To which I respond with a hefty, Hey,
But that house and me, we share a field
Vibing alike, all tangible entanglements
A knot of excitations in that shared field of feels


Written after watching a video of Roger Penrose

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #073

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 an  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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