Sunday Picture Post: It’s Not Very Far

25th August, weather forecast promised HEAT. I know, I said, let’s bus to Pakefield, and if we feel like it we can walk the beach to Kessingland. It’s not very far. Mmm. Yes. Famous Last Words.

25th August 2025

Already first thing the sun is a killer…

25th August 2025

But we love boats, so we potter around taking photos…

25th August 2025

Some have seen better days…

25th August 2025

But others are enchanting…

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25th August 2025

The tide was high when we arrived, but now is going out. Perfect for a shore-walk…

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25th August 2025

At this point we track closer to the cliffs…

25th August 2025

Erosion. Though the poppies make it look more like the Levant. I expect to see a camel…

25th August 2025

Dunes here are extensive…with salt-slacks…

25th August 2025

The red is glasswort…

25th August 2025

Oh look, another boat…

But by now I’m tired in this heat. And when I get home and measure the distance we’d walked, it was twice what I’d thought. Oops. But it was a beautiful walk.

Beach flora on Tuesday!

Hope you enjoyed

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Amongst The Leaves So Green-O

13th September 2023

I think it needs no words…

Into The Woods, one of the titles from Maria Antonia’s #2023picofthe week 

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Sally’s Friend Saul

image by Clker-Free-Vector-Images

I said to Sally, I told her no
I wouldn’t go out again with her friend Saul.

But why ever not?
Saul’s a beautiful Scot.

Good upon eyes I don’t disagree
And looking in mirrors together
He looks good with me.

You are a match, Sally said.

In looks perhaps but not in our heads.
He talks and talks
He never stops when we’re out on walks
And basically he just talks shite
He’s a total blatherskite.


77 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Blatherskite

 

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CCC253: Another Catastrophic Experiment

Has Woody gotten her seasons muddled?
Is her head all of a fuddle?
Is she trying to weave a nest
When she should be taking a rest?
Or is she prepping for a frigid December?
Maybe the worst her breed can remember?
Best to keep an eye on developments
Don’t want to end with a catastrophic experiment.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #253

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:

  • 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

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Tuesday Treats: Some Petals, Some Wings

A few of the details from our walk on 16th August 2023. Enjoy.

16th August 2023

A female “Wall”

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Pretty blue damselfly

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A beefy dragon!

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Tansy and Ladybugs… loads of Ladybugs

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Common Mallow and St John’s Wort. Love the colour combo!

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Red Admiral feeding on Hemp Agrimony

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Peacock feeding on same

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Gatekeeper on thistledown

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Himalayan Balsam, a foreign invader, but oh so pretty

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Poppies pop best when part-hidden in a shady hedgerow

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Speckled Wood…love these little butterflies

16th August 2023

And we finish on another beefy dragonfly!

Hope you enjoyed.

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Sunday Picture Post: Summer Down By The Estuary

16th August dawns loud with sun. What better day to walk alongside the estuary. Cooling breezes from the water…or so we hope! So, fill the water bottles and let’s go…

16th August 2023

But first there’s the common to cross…

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Tide is high, the water reflects the deep blue sky

16th August 2023

We stop to take a slug of water, and look back. What’s happened to the cooling breezes?

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We’re trapped between grazing marshes and the water, it’s baking hot, and very humid

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16th August 2023

16th August 2023

We leave the estuary, to cross the grazing-marsh…

16th August 2023

By tradition, this is cattle-grazing country, but of late horses have taken their places. These are rescued horses, a charity totally funded by public donation

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16th August 2023

The road winds between alders and willows…

16th August 2023

To take us to the higher ground that is Burgh Castle which overlooks the Yare and Waveney confluence…

 

16th August 2023

Clouds are amassing. Are we to get rain? No matter, we’re ready to catch the bus home. It truly is the most humid conditions, clothes drenched.

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Baked Estuarine Flora

16th August 2023

This colourful collection of summer-baked flora caught my eye as I walked alongside the path beside the estuary.

Along The Path, one of the titles from Maria Antonia’s #2023picofthe week 

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Exhibits At An Exhibition

image on pixabay by Peggy Marco

“Stirling!” he said.

I said, “What? You can’t be serious. But that is crap.”

“Au contraire, my currant bun,” he said. “That reaches the highest pinnacle of artistic expression.”

I looked again at the exhibit, corralled as it was within a cordon of red-baked bricks. Wisely, visitors kept a distance.

“And where,” I said, “will you stamp the hallmark on that pile of dung?”


64 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Hallmark

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CCC252: That Heavy Throb

It had grown in volume
That heavy throb
Announcing
Something
Frightening
About to appear
Something
Big
Materialising
Out of the empty air
Imagination into hyperdrive
What could it be?
Too many war movies
On TV
Nerves now in a mess
But it was more like something out of *M*A*S*H*


Alas, this was a real emergency, not something staged for TV. I hope they got their patient to hospital in time and everything turned out fine.

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