Month: March 2016

Ghost Airfields of WW2: Part 4

It’s raining and blowy, what better weather on a bank holiday for getting the scissors and glue out and sticking things together. So here’s a few more; RAF Old Buckenham, RAF North Pickenham and RAF Wendling. It’s all good fun this isn’t it, beats getting muddy. Well no it doesn’t but y’know. As ever I will add what I can glean, feel free to fill in the blanks as you see fit (comments welcome). There’s loads of extra info out there on the internet, on forums and in books. Get out and explore, that’s what this is all about....

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Ghost Airfields of WW2: Part 3

It’s been a while. We drove around RAF Oulton today on our way away from the huge pile of humanity trying to take dogs, bikes, jetpacks and assorted noise with them to Blickling Hall. We went to Heydon, because a lot of people don’t and we wanted to restfully drag the mutt somewhere quiet. You should at all costs avoid Heydon, it’s awful, there’s no pub, no church with medieval wall paintings, and there’s no untouched village and parkland to wander around, terrible, go to Blickling and fight over the parking by all means. Anyway, driving slowly and irritatingly...

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Lost in a landscape Hardingham – four crosses

There’s a sort of axis of travel in everyone’s existence, roads that we travel often at various times that become embedded into us a part of our journey through life. Well worn paths that aren’t exactly desire lines, they are the things that link us together, part of our familial pattern. For me one of these from my childhood is the line of the B1150, the Norwich Road from North Walsham into the city and the B1108 out the other side to Watton. It was the old path that linked us to my brother and my sister and their...

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Lost boys: Sid Northrop

I recently rediscovered this. It was something I’d put on Flickr. It is the tale of another family member and his last few days and hours in the Great War. We visited the panel he is remembered on at Tyne Cot a couple of years ago. He was my grandmother Jesse Parr’s (Née Northrop later Ireton) Cousin born in Cambridge in 1897 and lived near Mill Road cemetery not far from where she lived, and some of his ancestors place of rest. Not too distant either from the streets of back to back terraces where his and Jesse’s parents...

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No place like home: Viking Norfolk

The landscape reveals many things about our past. You can stand in the middle of the city entirely enveloped in the past; the Norman cathedral and Castle, medieval churches and Tudor buildings, the remnants of war and peace, people remembered in plaques. To cast a net into the deep waters of the past you have to look in a different way. Street names are always a good magnifier, beyond the recent modern mayors and councillors, the curious dissonance of the modern estates there are roads that echo their former uses, hay markets, homes and workplaces of potters, fishermen. Streets...

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