By noon the light was in retreat
the nagging wind swung east, north-east
its oscillations conjured more ice from air
to add to morning’s thick frost still laid
below hedges trinketed with hips and haws
that baited flocks of redwings
whose fluted chirps and piped notes
added winter music to this rime
and brought vibrancy
to Cut Throat Lane.
n.b. Under the heading of ‘Weird Norfolk’ the local newspaper recounts the tales of Cut Throat Lane, Yaxham.