In Norwich, where an ancient wooden bridge once stood, another took its place, but it was never rid of its use in the witch trials, and now it is a haunted space. Where Fye bridge crosses the river is a handsome part of the city; the stories it holds would make you shiver from its […]
Tag: Norwich
This fine city…
fits like a comfortable pair of shoes. I wander meandering alleys of what was once England’s second largest city, flanked by half-timbered shops and houses, from Tombland to the market place. I totter sea-sick among neat rows of sweet-wrapper stalls, up ancient steps to the bookends of castle and cathedral; along the river, where boats […]
Pub Crawl
Norwich once had a pub for every day of the year. Old Norwich boys supped at the Adam and Eve, and in the Angel Gardens. Taverns tracked artisans, life and livelihood through The Beehive and The Brickmakers, Dyers, Plasterers and Bakers Arms, wielding Trowel and Hammer or a fishing rod for the Compleat Angler, and […]
Norwich Peregrine Falcons
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weavers 58: Vernal Equinox and linking up to Jacqui’s Echoes of my Neighbourhood over on A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales. A blue-grey blur Against stone walls Wide wings whirr Haunting falcons call A flash of white breast Buffeted higher To their nest On the cathedral’s spire © Kim M. […]
End of a Norwich Day
I received an email yesterday, which told me that three submissions to a magazine had not been successful. The first of these was a reworked poem I posted last September. The Norfolk sky expands, Airy, pale and blue, The city pavements fit Like a comfortable pair of shoes As I walk its easy […]
A tribute to my adopted city
Although I was born and grew up in London, and visit whenever I can, I relish returning to my adopted city: Norwich. I love the feeling I get when the train leaves the outskirts of London and fields become predominant; when I drive out of the car park near the station and down to Riverside, where […]
writing in north norfolk 