Month: June 2017

Lost in a landscape: Little Witchingham

There’s a sea of barley, the horizon a shadowed thin night cloud line of trees. In the late afternoon heat this far from the coast there’s no wind, no air sucked in by the heated land to move the thorned tops. Everything is calm. The summer hasn’t advanced enough to ripen it to greyed golds. You could swim silently in the unshifting pale green of it.. The stems still flex, not yet a crackle around your legs, spring back with water drawn up, powered from the sandy soil below, the yearly cycle still filling up the grains. Come the...

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Lost in a Landscape – Lyng Easthaugh

The lands to the west of Norwich have only a passing familiarity for me. I grew up in north-east Norfolk where I recognise the landscape facets and how they fit together pretty well, the marl pits and churches and the little winding roads that dip in and to of the countryside as it winds up through the tills towards the coast, how the waymarkers of church towers and masts fit together as you travel. Lyng is a bit of a mystery. I know a few people in who grew up around Ringland, Whitwell, Lyng, Morton on the Hill and...

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Up city: St Giles Street, Norwich

I’ve realised recently I rarely write about the city itself, or at least I don’t on here. This is actually based on something I wrote for something that was a sort of outline history of St Giles in relation to a couple of properties. I found it recently while rooting about and it seems a bit daft not to put it up here. Typically when I wrote it I walked the street a few times. It’s an odd one mainly due to the height of the buildings which make it feel quite canyon-like with that sliver of sky above...

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Lost in a landscape: Edingthorpe – Rising toward the surface

Lost in a landscape: Edingthorpe – Rising toward the surface The cloud has almost boiled back, the sun chasing a lowering and disintegrating weak ridge of low pressure, there’s a space for early summer between it and the next low dragging in from the south west. Temperatures are rising into those of a late summer day, yet it’s May, such is the way our seasons pace out the years nowadays. Verges are lush, the pollen and dust washed down by the rains of two days ago, the world feels cleaner, the greens sprightly. I’m on the B1150, music on,...

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