On Water xxvi

brighter than the Sun

black pool illumination

Wensum’s dazzle ship

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CLP 03/05/2021

On Water xx

sorting through shingle

picking out perfect pebbles

stones skimming off waves

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CLP 28/04/2021

Sun Dial

what time was it when

Sun projected pine shadows

on warm warehouse bricks

~

CLP 07/04/2021

On Reflection

Yeah, great.

Another sunset. What’s great about that?

Gold, cold, darkness approaches.

Day’s end and time to struggle with the night.

I want, I need, I long to see another sunrise.

Picture that! Another sunrise.

Not much to ask,

is it?

~

CLP 30/03/2021

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!

~

CLP 19/03/2021

On Branches

Above these thick limbs

the canopy frame prepares

to harvest sunlight

~

CLP 18/03/2021

On Grey / On Gray

Start with grey and then

add more grey. In the right light

grey’s quite beautiful

~

CLP 08/03/2021

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 signs of age, some of weakness, but the majority grey, stolid witnesses to the continuing changes in farming practise.

In one field machines were planting potatoes, in another despite the strong wind, spraying was taking place.

Where there was protection from the cold wind, the Sun was able to penetrate the February air and make it pleasantly warm.

At a stop for drinks, I queued behind behind a rotund man who spent nearly £50 on tobacco. Behind me a man had come in to buy lottery tickets. Outside at the chip shop a queue was forming along the village street. Friday for fish and chips?

On the way back a farm has reclaimed an area that had chainlink fencing and large areas of concrete aprons and old runways from the time of the Second World War. The nearby church of St Peter’s, with its round flint tower, had a sign stating that it was a site of Commonwealth War Graves. Here lie the remains of air crew from that conflict.

Passing through Norwich city centre on my way home, I was not surprised to see so many people walking in the bright February sunshine, but I was a little taken aback to see that several people seemed to be walking in groups, rather than alone, or in couples. There seems to have been a relaxation of the physical distancing rules all of a sudden. Have I missed something about Covid-19 not being able to infect people in this city?

I am increasingly aware of people being affected for significant periods of time by the symptoms of Long Covid. I am also aware of an attitude that some people who now having been vaccinated losing interest in what is going on with pandemic. Meanwhile teachers and school staff, police, prison officers and supermarket workers are being asked to work on without being repaid for their year-long public service by early vaccinations.

Teaching staff in the UK have suffered a death rate from Covid-19 of around a quarter more than the general population and still The Great Clown wants to make them wait by age for vaccination. Bad mouthing the teaching unions as he goes. If children’s education is so important, why has he not working with the workers’ unions to get a decent plan? Dead teachers can’t teach.

It is late. I am tired.

~

CLP 26/02/2021

L3 (Day 49): In Shorts

Seventeen degrees

Out to the broad. Quick cup of tea

Sunshine on me knees.

~

n.b. The warmth held until around 5 p.m. despite a strong breeze. See the striations in the late afternoon sky. A lot of wind for weather forecasters to talk about today: they talk a lot about the wind.

~

CLP 24/02/2021

L3 (Day 48): In The Sun

I turned east-by-south-east toward the morning Sun and let its light pour onto my face.

With my essential shopping done and due to return indoors, I chose to stand, eyes closed, just for that moment to savour the un-closeted warmth. It was a good moment after all that has come before.

~

CLP 23/02/2021