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L3 (Day 27) Norwich
Chilly sunbeams caught the trees with such intensity that the bark shone. In Chapelfield Gardens this mighty specimen’s complex skeleton is revealed. Although the temperature was barely above freezing, the first crocuses were pushing though to join dangling snow drops and daffodil shoots. What will trigger the opening of the daffodils? Will it be warmth Read more
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Redwings
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 Read more
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Lockdown 3 (Day 26): Yaxham
I cycled west from Norwich deeper into the heart of East Anglia. I passed poultry farms and great swathes of open fields, solid flint wall churches with square towers, wind turbines, solar panels and the remains of at least one war time airfield. The old road was marked by roughly estimated mile stones. On one Read more
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Lockdown 3 (Day 25): Inside
A voice message. I hear the sadness, pain and anguish among the words, the breath, the hesitation and fluctuating voice. It is clear. My heart aches to hear it. There is no way to be there, to wrap arms around, to comfort. A telephone conversation. I hear the deep breath before confession. I hear what Read more
Journey of Words 