Despite concerns to the contrary, there were well stocked shelves, there was space to walk along the aisles, it was business as normal at the supermarket. Although this is only Day 1 of the isolation of “Plague Island” as the New York Times named the UK today. I was able to buy four oranges, some leeks and courgettes. Quietly relieved I made my way back into the fresh air.
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St John the Baptist and the Consecration of the Holy Sepulchre is another of the city’s deconsecrated churches. This one has an impressive square tower that sits on a prominent site just inside the city walls near Berestrete Gate. The church tower boasts an impressive clock, which looks as if it is an 18th Century addition to the late-medieval structure, that has Saxon origins. I would like to know more about the clock, which looks disproportionately large to the scale of the tower.
As I made my way down Carrow Hill via Southgate Lane, I paused for a moment to listen to the birds. The sharpness of their notes in the clear air was remarkable. When the trees are without leaves the birdsong has greater penetration and provides an aural brightness that counters the darkness of winter.
Ironically I have posted a picture of an evergreen tree, but you get the point, I hope.