Memory has a strange tonal range, there are sparks of colour in between the washes of grey and flat spots of black or...
Lost in a landscape Fragments
Lost in a Landscape: Stratton Strawless
There is this thing were you travel through a landscape, passing things, that have become lost, part of the blur of...
Lost in a Landscape: Wayland Wood
There is a darkness in woodland, hiding in the shade of the green canopy, something that retracts in the sunlight in...
Lost in a Landscape: Trunch
There’s a lot in a name, Trunch has one that doesn't fit in in Norfolk, or in fact in England. Locally it sits...
Lost in a Landscape: Rich pickings – Swafield
‘Fruit picking’ and ‘Pick your own’, still seen on cardboard hand painted signs still wedged in hedges and...
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...
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...
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...
Last breath: Rosary Cemetery
My inclination was to put this into the hidden history category, but then I remembered how often I end up sauntering...
Lost in a Landscape – Blickling Arborglyphs
Dogs lead sometimes, our is beige, stinks, is opinionated and prefers woods to beaches, muck and leaf mould to sand...
Lost in a Landscape: Buckenham Carr
Heading west of the city two days before Christmas and it's all a bit of a bind, a glue of cars sticks the inner...
Lost in a landscape: Little Snoring
When you drive you travel along the edges of things, where modern life has built a wall along the edge of the land,...
Lost in a landscape: The Denes
Summer is nearly upon us, it's May, a bank holiday weekend. What better time for a lazy trip to Great Yarmouth for a...
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...
Waterland: Strumpshaw fen
There is something mysterious and magical about the Broads. I've idled a fair while in the past sitting in a boat, the...