Month: August 2015

Sheringham Graffiti

August has whirled by, hardly a breath between the blowing rain and the dry panic of the harvest. Combines throw their cones of dust over the fields pulling in the barley and wheat, sucking out what remains of the stored sun. We’ve been busy, fitting holidays in, our emigrant family visited from Eastern Europe and nearer home. Friends came from the fringes of capital too. In the past week we managed to fit in a couple of wanders along the coast. I like weather and I don’t particularly care for heat, an overrated and soul-sapping energy. We had light...

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Black Dogs and Cats in Suffolk

Guest post from Francis Young From Francis Young, regarding Heveningham Hall and Moreton Hall near Bury St. Edmonds. Heveningham is an area of previous alleged sightings in the 1920s which include the mention of a clanking chain, it is one of the archetypal associations with The Black Dog (see also the Tchen Al Tchinne in the Walloon area of France and Belgium and Black Shook in North Norfolk). The area is not far from Blythburgh where the folklore is especially embedded and also features an area called The Devil’s Field and Devil’s Lane, this could plausibly indicate a causal...

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Mapping the Grim

  This was part of the original intent of the Public Archaeology project (for PA2015) and for me, because data is poetry and maps are fine prose. Due to the nature of my working life; the fact that I’m a bit of a butterfly/battering ram when it comes to how I approach things and get on with them it has been vaguely sidelined. A holiday got in the way for starters which inevitably because it was in Northern France set my Atlantikwall/D-Day/Cider/Cheese obsession flickering again so I spent a bit of time staring at concrete emplacements and imagining airdrops...

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Tom Starling: Salthouse into Kelling

Wonderful piece of Norfolk dialect from a well-spoken North Norfolk chap relating his brief but nervy meeting with Shuck just outside Salthouse towards Kelling; one of the various ‘two masters’ routes that relate to the North Norfolk version of the tale based around a shipwreck....

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Passing on Shuck

Tim Fox-Godden is friend who prints and illustrates, he also originates from the same area of Norfolk as me, he strolls down many of the same psychological byways and holloways as me and occasionally our paths cross. He has produced this rather lovely linocut as a response to the re-ignition of his own personal relationship with Black Shuck. “Growing up in North Norfolk I can vividly remember tales of the Black Shuck being told to me by a teacher keen on local folklore. I can remember, too, those walks home on a winter’s eve, petrified that I would bump...

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Fenland dogs

Black Shuck of the Fens Guest post: Matthew Champion I have a confession to make. I was born on the edge of the fens. A child of the bleak, flat and desolate waste that sits on Norfolk’s western boundary, between ‘the Isle’ and the cold North Sea. I’m not a true fen boy, being born only on its borders – and my failure to marry a member of my own close family would always have set me apart from the true fen types; the real children of the black fens. However, I’m fen enough. Fen enough for the idea...

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Physical Graffiti

Guest post from Jess Macdonald From a very early age, I’ve always loved ghosts and ghouls, and long-legged-beasties and things that go bump in the night. Folklore, myths, the supernatural. I’ve never believed any of it, but it’s always exerted a hold on me. I’d plead for ghost stories at bedtime, despite my parents misgivings (on the rarer occasions that my siblings were on bedtime reading duties, they delighted in making up the most gruesome and horrifying tales imaginable, hoping to torment their irritating little sister. To no avail). One of the stories I loved most was that of...

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On the beach: Utah

We’ve just been away. It didn’t take me very long to remember that I’m not very good at holidays. The vacancy of it all gets to me very quickly, I find it difficult to relax and conjure ‘fun’ up out of being somewhere just because it’s somewhere else. We tend to end up in France because of family links and ingrained habits. Plus we do actually like Brittany and Normandy which have become the traditional stopping off points for the boundless fun of drinking too much, eating everything and this year the extra treat of sitting about watching it...

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Ghosts: Eastern Front

Earlier this year Paul Reed the military historian was on one of his trips, this one to Germany, the East Front, bits of Leipzig and Berlin were taken in. He started to take photos and post them, doing a remarkable job of lining them up with the originals. So, I sat in Norwich at work and has he did them I lined them up and did the Photoshop honours blending them into these. What’s more remarkable is how well they all fitted together. so here is the full selection we produced between us, via a 4G phone and the...

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