Sometimes, the mystery of a cat lies in the luminescence of its eyes, the blue, green or amber sparks as it finds its way home in the dark. At other times, it’s the touch of a whisker as it passes by without a whisper. Through an open window, there’s a whisper of leaves in the […]
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August Poppies
Blood red blooms line dusty country lanes, they dot the village verge, and a meadow explodes into a rippling scarlet sea. Here and there blow pale pink blooms, their blushes fading in the sun, papery ghosts haunting tired fields. Dog day heat has scorched the brittle fields, the only shade is found in leafy lanes, […]
writing in north norfolk 