Tag Archives: Norfolk

Beets

Posted on December 21, 2010 by

They have a lot of beets in Norfolk, I don’t know what they do with them. Something about this scene pulled me up this morning on my way back from the beach, it reminded me of a Van Gogh painting, … Continue reading →

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Dylan today

Posted on November 7, 2010 by

A rare shot of him returning in the general direction of his Master.

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After the rain

Posted on June 9, 2010 by
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Anglia News

Posted on March 29, 2010 by

Some Mondays are just oh so very quiet on the Anglia Newsdesk. After they’d done a piece on the new surface drainage in Great Yarmouth (after this mind, not before) they dropped down to Essex (they only go to Essex … Continue reading →

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In Norwich II

Posted on March 25, 2010 by

So I start the walk this morning and before we’ve got going we’re approached by an elderly couple with a curly haired dog, perhaps a Labradoodle. ‘Is that a Saluki?’ the woman asks. ‘Yes,’ I say. Then there’s a bit … Continue reading →

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In Norwich

Posted on March 24, 2010 by

The Bird Feeder All winter, at dusk, there’s just me and this man down by the lake. I am finishing my walk or run with Dylan, he is arriving with a carrier bag of bread to feed the swans and … Continue reading →

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Esprit de l’escalier

Posted on March 1, 2010 by

This is one of my favourite expressions, one that encapsulates an all too familiar experience: it means to think of a witty and incisive remark or retort after the opportunity to use it has passed. The literal translation from the … Continue reading →

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Slow down

Posted on July 15, 2009 by

I hope I’m building a picture here. 8. Speed sign

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Where’d we be without peas?

Posted on July 14, 2009 by

We interrupt the photojournal odyssey with a letter from the Eastern Daily Press. The correspondent is a lady from Gorleston, which is a small resort town on the coast. Where’d we be without peas? May I take this opportunity to … Continue reading →

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In Tombland

Posted on July 13, 2009 by

there is this wonky building that tourists love. Tombland is a road next to the Cathedral: the word means, ‘open space.’ The windows appear to be original but they are not, they were put in about ten years ago after … Continue reading →

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