On the Roof

in shorts and t-shirts

all but seven days ago

swallows presaged snow

~

CLP 07/04/2021

L3 (Day 72): Three Score

What a day of light to enjoy before this year’s Spring Equinox.

Even before I drew back my bedroom curtains the day sounded sunny. The air was soft. The birdsong sharp. The sound of passing cars subdued.

It has been a delight to get outside and walk on more open ground by the Yare, once again running within its banks after the winter floods. On the lower land beyond its slight embankments are large pools of standing water decorated by gulls, swans and mallards. These small, shallow lakes will take a while to seep into the saturated clay soil.

Norfolk has already passed the point of equinox as today enjoyed twelve hours and eight minutes from sunrise to sunset.

Now to turn up the temperature in this godforsaken Frigidaire of a county!

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CLP 19/03/2021

L3(Day 63): Outside

Some fool left their gloves in the lobby after doing up their walking boots.

Had a lovely walk to Whitlingham Broad in the rain. Wind was cold. I could have done with my gloves.

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CLP 10/03/2021

L3 (Day 47.5): Norwich

I was shocked and somewhat disappointed to learn that my neighbour, in the apartment below, has only had his heating on for a total of two days this whole and quite cold winter! How selfish can you get? No wonder it’s been chilly up here. I was relying on the tight-fisted so-and-so to keep me warm and save me some money.

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CLP 22/02/2021

L3 (Day 36) On Ice

The lake is frozen.

If you’re looking for easy

metaphors, use this

~

n.b. Nice of nature to get on board with the program at last. Now everyone around here knows what we homo sapiens are experiencing.

~

CLP 11/02/2021

L3 (Day 35): On Heat

When its this cold the sky burns

shades the late afternoon pink

sends clear warning to shepherds

~

CLP 10/02/2021

Snow Globe

That beastly howling

stopped and let the snow flakes fall

up as well as down

~

CLP 08/02/2021

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

to Cut Throat Lane.

~

n.b. Under the heading of ‘Weird Norfolk’ the local newspaper recounts the tales of Cut Throat Lane, Yaxham.

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CLP 31/01/2021

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 straight road I passed two white painted stones at least a mile apart that announced ‘Norwich 10’. When cycling into a freezing easterly such repeated approximate information can be a little demoralising.

The wooden road signs omitted distances and were held in slotted signposts that in wartime allowed hasty removal of directions, should an invasion from the Nazis have come.

I saw and heard many redwings today. Heralds of bad weather, these colourful birds make more tuneful chatter than starlings. They reminded me of being in love in Sussex and walking hand in hand through falling snow at this time of year, many moons ago.

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CLP 31/01/2021

On Drizzle

Light diffused through sheets

which gently wrap limbs in cold

that seeps into bones

~

CLP 29/09/2020