I told the man
He’s the one to blame
Ought to hang his head in shame
Mend that hole, I said, mend it now
Do you want us to lose our precious cow?
Don’t be ridiculous, Ma’am, he said
A cow won’t pass through there, not even its head!
A regular cow, a regular cow, maybe not
But mine are fairy cows and them’s little tots!
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Photos from our visit to Scarning Fen 12th July 2023. Enjoy.
12th July 2023
For me, this Meadowsweet is the epitome of wetland flora!
12th July 2023
Bindweed, the terror of every gardener. But it does look beautiful clambering over fences, the sun shining through those petals…
12th July 2023
Vetch is another clamberer of fences…
12th July 2023
Thistles need no explanation. They’re great attractors of bees and butterflies. But no posing today
12th July 2023
Woundwort almost lost amongst the ubiquitous willow-herb…
12th July 2023
So many species of trefoil, I’m not sure which this one, but it’s everywhere…
12th July 2023
Toadflax…and bee…
12th July 2023
Can’t resist a lady-bug (Bishy Barny Bees in Norfolk)
12th July 2023
Meadow Brown, playing hide and seek…
12th July 2023
Meadow Brown being showy…
12th July 2023
A skipper and…?bug?…
That’s all for now, folks. More next week. Hope you enjoyed
12th July, the day seemed fair. We hopped on a bus, then on another. We were heading into Central Norfolk, to East Dereham, on the outskirts of which lies Scarning Fen. We’ve visited before, but early in the year. The sun was shining! Yay!
12th July 2023
St Nicholas church in the grounds of which…
12th July 2023
St Withburga’s Well. For history geeks, she was youngest daughter of Anna, King of the East Angles.
12th July 2023
Welcome shade…
12th July 2023
The fen greets us. No shade here…
12th July 2023
Disappointed at the lack of vistas, but this, in all directions, is how it looks!
12th July 2023
That sameness is cut across by water channels. A true taste of the Fens…
12th July 2023
12th July 2023
There’s a much-overgrown path that runs alongside this. We push our way through…
12th July 2023
To find fantastic variety of water and few plants, most of which I cannot name…
12th July 2023
And the familiar water forget-me-knots…
12th July 2023
More familiar, hemp agrimony…
12th July 2023
And meadowsweet…
12th July 2023
These brambles protected a special plant…
12th July 2023
Orchids, growing undisturbed in a shady glade…
12th July 2023
A last look back before we leave…
See Tuesday’s post for more flowers and…shh, butterflies!
Hope you enjoyed
7th August 2023
It really was quite relaxing to walk alongside the river, with the ducks and the swans and the geese (not in shot). Calm, one might say, which is the title I’m claiming from Maria Antonia’s #2023picofthe week
And that gives me another line on the Photo Bingo Card
image: Leonhard Niederwimmer on Pixabay
Cut the carbs and oxygen too
What I mean is the CO2
They claim it’s the solution
To our continued evolution
No, Dorothea, simple idea
But no panacea
Just as cutting the carbs
Is not the solution
To the pandemic of excess weight distribution.
44 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Panacea
Now on sale
To celebrate I’m offering
10th to 13th August.
Hare and Adder, Book One of Alsaldic Lands Trilogy, was published on Amazon on 10th June. Today, Alsalda Bear, Book Two, to show its face to the world. To mark the occasion, I’m offering Hare and Adder e-book free from today until Sunday 13th August.
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Is it a continuous story told across three books?
No, it is not.
The Alsaldic Lands Trilogy comprises three stories that stretch across centuries of prehistory, linked by place, and trade, and granaries, of beer and bread brewed and baked for the feasts. This, against a backdrop of Immortals who’ll happily use humans as weapons in their ancient sniping griping feuds.
Denied what she considers her birthright, Hegrea, born Hegrissa, must mould and sweeten an intrusive system of trading granaries to a resistant population to suit the native taste. That system is already thriving in the west, its instigator, Kerrid, Head of Kerdol (last seen in The Spinner’s Game). As the daughter of an Immortal, Hegrea is skilled in telepathy and is undeniably a wily one.
Hegrea’s network of trading granaries have multiplied and now are an established feature of the land. The granary traders are provided by an immigrant people who, of late, have allied themselves with Dal Uest, a land across the sea.
Born into the granary family, Detah believes she has no choice but to be a granary-worker; the keeper herself if her sister should die without daughters. But Detah prefers to be a trader and traveller like her father whose stories she devours. Her opportunity arrives on the heels of four horsemen from Dal Uest where a judgement has been made and their clan must leave. That arrival and the changes wrought throw the granary system into turmoil. Now is Detah’s chance – but first she must stand against her family.
Set amid the deteriorating weather that ushers in the Late Bronze Age, Book Three follows the final gasps of Hegrea’s granaries as the Alsaldic Lands are caught between two invading forces. Caught amongst the turmoil is Bregan, the last of the granary-keepers. Is she to blame for what happens? There are those who’d say she is, her Immortal father being one.
Spinner’s Game:
The Spinner’s Child
Lake Of Dreams
The Pole That Threads
Lady Of First Making
The Spinner’s Sin
Spinner’s Series:
Learning To Fly
Hare and Adder (Book One, Alsaldic Lands Trilogy
Alsalda Bear (Book Two, Alsaldic Lands Trilogy
The King’s Wife (Book Three, Alsaldic Lands Trilogy, scheduled 2024)
Standalone books:
Roots Of Rookeri
Ståle hurried his wife and children. They had to seek safety, the storm was approaching. Coming closer. Closer. Growing louder. Louder.
Crash. Thump. Clash. Colliding. Rumbles and grumbles.
It was Thor, to be sure, stomping across the land, his chariot wheels upturning the stones, his harnessed goats knocking horns.
Ståle hid with his wife and children in the pit beneath his house until, in early morning light, the commotion suddenly halted. Silence.
Hesitant, cautious, Ståle bid his wife and children to stay the pit, while he checked it was safe.
Oh, the damage. That wasn’t Thor and only Thor. That was the Frost Giants too.
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.
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN
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