Black cat
I watch the black cat in a window down the street, far enough away: it is beautifully catlike against the venetian blinds, black against cream, like a dream of a cat I do not see it move: is it a…
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2018
Billy Graham and the reality of faith
American evangelists don’t get as good a press nowadays as they did when I was young. Any kind of assurance, blessed or not, is now greeted with suspicion – which makes it remarkable that so many people still have such…
I should have done more
I climb random roads heading for the high fields, where the skyline sinks like sand into the future, and spidery pylons pepper the distance, carrying messages that no-one needs A new year is approaching, but still I climb, turning my…
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Strange carvings at sunny Winterton
Winterton can be a bleak place, as the name might suggest. Placed strategically on Norfolk’s east coast at a point where the coastline finally decides to take the plunge and turn north-west, it is exposed to fierce winds, tides and…
Near the river
Having absorbed the flood and the fear, the riverside grassland flops on to its bed and sleeps dreaming of things that come and go, the flow of footsteps splashing through, heading for the bridge New wood, the promise of lambs…
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The Pastons are coming. Oh yes they are!
This is Paston Year. You may have missed the announcement as the bells rang to usher it in, or maybe it was drowned by the sound of fireworks. Perhaps you don’t live in Norfolk. Well, that is your bad luck. Norfolk…
Cringleford
Dead wood in the pool below the weir, mud on the banks: above the rushing fall, still water beneath the concrete road where my mother, who saw the first car drive up Eaton hill, never felt at home Water is…
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