Journey of Words

Tag: Norfolk

  • Smokin’

    ~ The evening the supermarket burnt down Four miles away in the town up the road Its smoke funnelled out to the coast Streamed high across the marsh Curled beneath a front pushing from the west Where the lofty plume lost height over the cool sea Shadowed the sunset and emerging night Carrying smells of →

  • In June

    Swallows skim on warmth Riding ripples rising off Red clay tiled rooves . n.b. Flaming June, indeed! CLP 01/06/2020 →

  • May Bug (Cockchafer)

    I wrote about these slow flying, heavy beetles a few days ago. This evening, I was putting clean sheets on the bed when the deep buzzing of a May Bug caught my attention. I quickly cupped it into a jar, as shown, before taking it out to the back garden for release by the goat’s →

  • Red Deer at Dusk

    Of course, as luck would have it, the day I decide to rest from writing about the local wildlife and environment, when I am out on an evening cycle ride in rapidly-failing light, I spot a herd of red deer. They are happily rooting around in a harrowed field. They have dared to amble right →

  • Day 59

    At the Salthouse church of St Nicholas a nest of blue tits has been established, despite the extensive repair work to the external flint and lime mortar. The parent birds have found food in a nearby garden and are shuttling to and fro to top up their hatchlings. As one bird leaves and crosses the →

  • Day 58

    The cowslips have finally given up the ghost. Their yellow petals have faded, vibrancy lost, they wilt. Job done. In the woodland at the foot of the heath, on the slope of the hill, bracken ferns are beginning to unfurl. Sprouting strong from below the past year’s brown litter, the firm green shoots, follow a →

  • Day 55

    I realise that yesterday’s waves were nothing to write home about. When you can see the explosion of breakers showering sea spray higher than the shingle bank: when you can see spume carrying on the wind over the salt marsh; when you can hear the action of the sea smashing into the shingle from Bard →

  • Day 53

    Great Eye, a lump of clay and sand, is dissolving a little more with each storm tide. It used to be further inland, less exposed to the direct action of sea. For a while it was the site of a folly building, which then became a coast guard rocket house, before the foundations and brickwork →

  • Day 50

    I had a long list of things to write about today, but in the end one magical moment grabbed my attention; the hares above Kelling Hard. Native to Britain, they remain a sight for sore eyes in much of the island, but in this area they are seen in nearly every field, in the pastures, →

  • Day 49

    There are some very long-lived people resident in Norfolk; the cool climate is clearly a contributor. Like living in a massive fridge, the chill stops one from going off, perhaps. I struggle with the dichotomy of clear blue sky matched with being perpetually cold. It is also true of this neck of the woods that →