Journey of Words

Tag: Norfolk

  • L3 (Day 46): Norfolk

    Took a ride out in the sun, passing through Seething and cycled along Biggott Lane, Spong Lane and passing by Big Back Lane. Norfolk’s history writ in its place names. Daffodils in full bloom, a deer startled, ran this way and that before switching fields by suddenly darting across the road and then disappearing through →

  • L3 (Day 45) Mousehold Heath

    The lumps and hollows of Mousehold Heath, with some gorse in bloom and robins singing, while blue tits whizzed back and forth in easy sight, were chock-a-block with citizens walking their dogs and children on a blustery, humid day. The Sun was out and it was a joy to feel the warmth of it through →

  • On Friendship

    February, walking through cold rain by power lines skylarks start singing ~ n.b. For HC CLP 19/02/2021 →

  • L3 (Day 44): Early Morning

    Woken by the first alarm calls at territorial intrusions, alerts and disputes of airspace and protection of nests at 04:45h. Then disturbed again at 05:17h by shouting from a distant street. A man’s raised voice echoes through the break of day. Again from closer at 05:32, yet still a way from here. Is he heard →

  • 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 →

  • L3 (Day 33) Under a Cloud

    We all waited plans drafted for when the snow fell. It waited too light dustings wafted in the east by north east wind. It spent the day circling the huddled city until dark then fell. ~ CLP 07/02/2021 →

  • L3 (Day 31): Floods

    There was rain most of the night and into first light of morning, adding to the flooding of fields, paddocks and open ground around Norwich. The Marriott Way was impassable just north of Hellesdon. Beyond Tavenham the power of the running flood water could be seen in the folds of its surface as it flowed →

  • 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 →

  • Lockdown 3 (Day 19) In Tune

    It would be ridiculous to file all the recorded music I have in alphabetical order until I have a settled home. I don’t know how long I will be living here, (no one knows how long Lockdown 3 will even last), but I know that I can’t put up any shelves in this rented property. →

  • Lockdown 3 (Day 18) On the Streets

    By the time I was ready to get out all light had gone from the sky, bar a faint patch to the south-west above the trees on Carrow Hill. My brisk march lasted ninety minutes, during which I discovered some of the poshest streets of Norwich. They lie beyond the medieval walls, strung out on →