Persistence of memory
Heroes are strange beasts, as is memory. Nirvana never were particularly the former for me, but are very much part of the latter. Retrospectively – 25 years on almost to the day, it’s still quite nice to know you were present at the stuttering birth of a new...
Lost in a landscape
There is probably no finer Anglo-Saxon timescape in East Anglia, you are so directly in touch with a hauntingly beautiful landscape and can feel the significance of what you can see in front of you with only the most basic of knowledge. It is probably one of the most...
Lost in a landscape
Funny little pond, locally quite well known, lots of stories about what it is, “it’s a bomb crater” (it isn’t), it’s a pit dug for gravel/minerals (probably not), it was made by Bren Carriers exercising on the heath in WW2, yes...
Lost in a landscape
When I was at school we had a teacher called Peter ‘Percy’ Williams, he primarily taught geography. At first he hammered it into our small and stupid heads; over those first three years he gradually worked out which ones of us were holding the water and...
Rephotography
There’s a thing on the telly tonight about Zeppelins*, this isn’t one, but it’s the best of got it’s the R101 over Norwich in 1929. the sound you can here is me jumping on a bandwagon and promptly falling off and hurting myself. The photo is...
Lost in a landscape
A bit of a beauty, this was nearer the start of our circuit quite obviously positioned in Wolterton Park next to the main drive; It’s another life remnant a piece of the past which has gained purchase in the now by becoming a folly for the gentry. It is very...
Lost in a landscape
Sunday seemed like it was the last blast of summer weather, that final sigh of heat and sun and as it goes some drifting was the perfect way to absorb those last few rays before the decent into the washes of winter Atlantic lows bear down across us. So we did a...
Rephotography
Assembled for “Norfolk at the pictures” The Odeon stood on Botolph Street, long before it became the Odeon that glowered down in a 70s style over Magdalen Street, which is of course now a Hollywood cinema, with it’s ‘no clues there’...