This is a quiet village in a flat landscape,where boat sails criss-cross fieldspast old churches and windmills. There are ancient woods and trees:rowan, oak and beech,walks along a winding lane or windy beach. Just down the road horses graze and on the riverducks and swans return each year:I’m not the only one who loves it […]
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Sunday Walkers in Early Spring
The clatter of Sunday walkers’ Boots and walking sticks echoes loud As they pass through the yawning village Until it is swallowed By early morning mist and cloud In the hedgerows Daffodils stand proud A smear of buttery sunshine But an edge of something lingers A taste of frost The smell of undergrowth Numbness in […]
writing in north norfolk 