• 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

  • On The Table

    Security is required to ensure birds make it to dinner ~ n.b. What goes on in these pristine sheds, behind this steel fence, in what passes for turkey farming in parts of Norfolk? ~ CLP 18/03/2021

  • L3 (Day 67): Nowhere Lane

    Which sorceress named this Norfolk track? It’s right here, in Great Witchingham. ~ n.b. …or is it? It was a long cycle ride today. Perhaps I was hallucinating so desperate was I for a cuppa at Reepham & Whitwell Junction (take away only) café. ~

  • On Gratitude

    Two is company and that is all that’s needed to halve a problem ~ n.b. Thank you for the walk SC. CLP 11/03/2021

  • On Colour

    Crimson buds open despite a cruel wind that steals pigment from our skins ~ CLP 05/03/2021

  • L3 (Day 56): Inside

    There was no need to exceed the boundaries of my home today. Mend and make do with what food I found. There is a whole world out there, I know, but most of it is closed and I had plenty of work here. To bed at 01:00 GMT. I hear birds singing on the hillside,

  • L3 (Day 54): In The Cold

    The shift from yesterday’s promising warmth of sunshine to this fog threatening existence was brutal. No wind as such, but bitter cold, bitter. The numbering of days in this lockdown is moving on so fast. Best not to look back to what has been left behind, or left undone, but to look ahead, to plot

  • On The River

    Mirrored by the Wensum these old wharves hold lives now held in suspension. ~ CLP 27/02/2021

  • L3(Day 51): Norfolk

    Out into the broad expanses of Norfolk north of the city where the land is flat and the rivers are still young, we went. There vast swathes of open land devoid of hedge rows to protect the lanes from cold cross winds. There are lines of ancient oak trees along some field boundaries, some showing

  • On Movement

    We hold form by day take different shapes at night twisted by our dreams ~ CLP 22/02/2021