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 the back of my coat.
Daffodils are about to burst open. Two or three of the shoots were already unfurling the first yellow petals down by Bishop’s Bridge. The river bank there will be flooded with yellow in a few days.
The allotments were busy with the plot holders doing early spring work. The allotments I passed today have a wonderful aspect, facing south-west over the city. They must be highly sought after.
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 by others? What ails him? It sounds like anger.
Is he wandering the city alone? Is someone else at risk? How did this start? How will it end, as it must?
With facts thin on the ground, we had to let Mr Tee go. It will be impossible to get a grip on him unless he really slips up. He’s a master of disguise. It’s likely he’s completely evaporated by now.
The Chief has got a hot temper, which hasn’t helped in questioning such a cool customer. The enquiry has been brushed aside, filed with the cold cases.
It leaves me cold to think the Norwich Carrotter might be out there still. I think he’ll be back, it’s just a matter of time. I’ll just grit my teeth, be patient and throw some salt over my shoulder for luck. Nothing to get hot under the collar about.
It was a black and white kind of day. I took a turn into town and found this stiff on the street. At first I thought, ‘Poor guy, he’s frozen to death’ but then I recognised him, Cedric! I called the cops, he had been carrotted.