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Sunday Picture Post: Despite The Floods

Posted on March 10, 2024 by crispina kemp

What a wet winter we’ve had! The land hasn’t time to soak up one drenching before the next one arrives. But, always resolute adventurers, 23rd February 2024 we hop the bus to Acle and take a chance. We’re walking to Burlingham Woods, mostly on footpaths and farm tracks. Come join us…

23rd February 2024

Is this the worst it’s going to get? No. So is this the worst?

23rd February 2024

That took some skirting around, half way across the farmer’s field to navigate, all the time sinking and squelching in slippery mud

23rd February 2024

But at least the sun is emerging!

23rd February 2024

Ah, dryness!

23rd February 2024

Um, where’s the path?

23rd February 2024

So pleased to be back on solid ground!

23rd February 2024

And it truly is a wonderful spring day!

23rd February 2024

Burlingham Woods and snowdrops glisten from the overnight rain

23rd February 2024

And here’s another path we cannot pass! And one that we can…

23rd February 2024

We stop here to eat our lunch, then it’s time to reverse the route. Oh, how I’m looking forward to those floods!

23rd February 2024

And the sun shone brightly all the way home

Hope you enjoyed. Check out the pretty flowers in Tuesday’s post…

Posted in Photos | Tagged Burlingham Woods, Norfolk Walks, Photos | 13 Comments

Her Greatest Desire

Posted on March 9, 2024 by crispina kemp

Credit: Art Tower on Pixabay

It was her dream, her ambition, her greatest desire
It’s what had set her body on fire
And how that fire consumed her flesh
Though never from monstrous form, a sylph did wrest
That wasn’t how the Mothers granted her wish
Instead, a conflagration was their answer
Now she never would be a famous dancer
Not in ballet, jazz nor tap
Dead, her lifeforce zapped.

65 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tap

Posted in Poems (Some Silly) | Tagged Poem, Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt | 10 Comments

CCC278: Mary At The Garden Gate

Posted on March 7, 2024 by crispina kemp

Mary at the garden gate
Wondering why her love is late
She is dead but he is not
Two bullets bought, one not shot

Posted in Crimson's Creative Challenge, Mostly Micro, Photos, Poems (Some Silly) | Tagged #CCC278, Crimson's Creative Challenge, Love Poems, Mostly Micro | 11 Comments

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #278

Posted on March 6, 2024 by crispina kemp

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Here are some suggestions:

An answering photo
A cartoon
A joke
A caption
An anecdote
A short story (flash fiction)
A poem
A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
An essay
A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and 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

Posted in Crimson's Creative Challenge, Photos | Tagged #CCC278, Crimson's Creative Challenge, Photo | 7 Comments

Tuesday Treats: February’s Fungi and Flowers

Posted on March 5, 2024 by crispina kemp

Photos from our walk on 17th February 2024. Enjoy…

17th February 2024

Hazel catkins and a flowering Ribes (a garden escapee, it has to be!)

17th February 2024

Blackthorn aka Quick Thorn

17th February 2024

Snowdrops, they’re everywhere…

17th February 2024

And magical Celandines. I love these! But they only show their colour when the sun shines…

17th February 2024

The Scarlet Elf Cup has spread far from the solitary patch of previous years… it’s now into the woods as well

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And the best pic of it…

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Wood jellies are also everywhere…

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And lastly, an irresistible shot..

17th February 2024

Hope you enjoyed.

Pull out your wellies for next week’s walk. It was very very very muddy! See you then

Posted in Photos | Tagged British Flora, British Fungi | 10 Comments

Sunday Picture Post: Water and Woods

Posted on March 3, 2024 by crispina kemp

17th February 2024, after lots and lots of rain, we hopped a bus into Norwich and walked out along Marriott’s Way, ultimately to Costessey, which isn’t that far away. In last week’s post we stopped as we reached the city bounds. Put on your hikers, we’re off again…

17th February 2024

From here, for a while, Marriott’s Way has been tarmacked

17th February 2024

Alders and hazels dangle their catkins…

17th February 2024

And a hyper-active honeysuckle ramps over everything…

17th February 2024

As with the river Wensum, the little Tud has broken its banks…

17th February 2024

We leave Marriott’s Way to walk through a recreation ground which once was quarried for aggregates for road-building…

17th February 2024

All is flooded…

17th February 2024

The Tud flows through a very old bridge… no traffic allowed

17th February 2024

Heading now into the village…

17th February 2024

Through arable farmland…

17th February 2024

In the distance the flooded water-meadows of the Wensum…

17th February 2024

And here in the woods we sit awhile amongst the snowdrops and daffodils and listen to a woodpecker peck

Hope you’ve enjoyed. More photos of this walk on Tuesday

Posted in Photos | Tagged Costessey, Norfolk Walks, Photos | 14 Comments

A Case of Possession?

Posted on March 2, 2024 by crispina kemp

Credit: Dark Souls 1 on pixabay

Was it a case of possession, perhaps? Like Arvina’s unquiet spirit was trying to live again through Arwen?

18 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Spirit

Excerpt from my work-in-progress…

Posted in Fantasy Fiction, Mythic Fiction | Tagged Fantasy Fiction, Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt | 8 Comments

CCC277: Footless

Posted on February 29, 2024 by crispina kemp

It was their meeting place. Or was until the day they found the body. Female. Blonde. Bleached, with dark roots at least two inches long. A nurse. Or maybe a care assistant, or a cleaner.

They were too busy discussing the uniform, they didn’t notice the missing feet… at first. Then Janie fainted, Sandy turned decidedly white, and Maurice vomited his recently pigged-down burger.

They never met by that bridge again.