Month: November 2015

Ghosts: Swaffham history part 1

 Plowright’s Ironmongery Shop 1962. Part of the touring exhibition – Tradition and Innovation: The Story of Market Towns. From the press release: The exhibition will be touring to museums in Sheringham, Diss, Swaffham and Wymondham from November 2013 to July 2015, before making its way to museums across the East of England. The exhibition tells the story of the development of market towns and Britons’ changing shopping habits from the medieval period to the 21st century. It discusses the issues facing market towns, such as the rise of out-of-town shopping, as well as the ability of market towns to...

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Ghosts: Norwich Market & the Garnet Wolseley

I did these back in the olden days when sticking one photo on top of another was magical and cool. Then I forgot to publish them, I’ve just moved some backups about and lo, verrily these three popped up. The Garnet or the Sir Garnet or The Garnet Wolseley and the market. It’s an old Norwich market traders pub that sits just behind what is now the fishy bit beside the gas mask bong and e-cigarette aisle near the Doc Martens stall. It’s stood here a lot longer than this, longer even than the photos or before halide was...

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Lost in a landscape: Salthouse, touching the past

We visited the long dead, stretched our fingers out to them, touched fingertips through the flint and bracken. North Norfolk has some lovely landscapes, far removed from the outsider idea of some flatland devoid of features. The North County is a rolling and curved patchwork of fields, fillets of woodland and heath, lanes and roads that track the rise and fall. In Autumn tweed squares form from the ploughed in stubble, Geese fly in and feed off the beet tops. Some soils are riddled down to a fine clay till and are already flushed with a light fresh growth...

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Join hands: Poppy day.

I am afraid I am heartily sick of poppies. I was in Ypres in the late summer of 2014 and started to write something about what the centenary of the war meant and how it was making me feel. It was the week the commemoration started for real, the end of the phoney war. I’ve just re-read it and what I had realised, other than it was a rubbish, was that the oncoming commemoration was already making me uncomfortable. I know I drone on about the whole thing a lot. I know some people find it dull and I...

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Black Dogs: The Wisht Hunt of Dartmoor

A guest post from Stephen on the nature of the Wild Hunts of Dartmoor. ‘The spectre pack which hunts over Dartmoor is called the “wish hounds” and the black “master” who follows the chase is no doubt the same who has left his mark on Wistman’s Wood’ – The Quarterly Review 1832. Today Dartmoor is much beloved and sanctified in its role as “wilderness”. There are occasional mishaps, very rarely tragic and when these sad events occur the local media adopts it’s most solemn tones in warning of the dangers. The reality is that large parts of Dartmoor, on...

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