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Adventures under sail up and down the Norfolk Broads

Adventures under sail up and down the Norfolk Broads

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ways to make money fast under 16 If Swallows and Amazons is the childhood classic to remember, Coot Club is its equal. We first encounter Dick and Dot in the book that comes before it when they are with the Swallows and the Amazons up in the northern lakes. In this story they holiday on the Norfolk Broads and we encounter the Coot Club.

bester binäre optionen broker I will always love the original story in this series but this is a story with more action and danger, and dare I say it, plot. When the Hullaballoos park their motor cruiser over the No. 7 nest of the Coot Club, Tom Dudgeon is forced to take matters into his own hands and casts the cruiser adrift so that the mother coot can return to her nest. As Tom evades the Hullaballoos he teaches Dick and Dot how to sail, with the help of fellow Coot Club members, the twins, Port and Starboard.

Tastylia Supplier If characters ever needed a follow up story it is Port and Starboard. Whilst Dick, Dot, Tom and the Death and Glories get to have more adventures on The Broads in The Big Six, sadly this Port and Starboard’s only story.

Remembering holidays… Last week we were in Norfolk and called in to see my old school friend Rachel. She gave me this mug for my birthday. ???? #Norfolk #friends #itisgoodtocatchup

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Ghosts in the Woods

testa binära optioner Barney and Emily run, shrieking through the woodland.
Plimsoled feet through the dry, leafy floor.
Carol sits with her Sony Walkman under the tree
with the initials and dates carved into its stretched sides.
Hugo talks maths puzzles with the two Dads
whilst the two Mums unload the picnic spread onto the blankets.

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Emily stands in the quiet woods.
The ‘date’ tree still stands
but thirty years bigger.
The scarring of 1957 is,
a canyon in the bark now.
Emily traces the pronounced outline,
of other people’s markings
and hunts for her own.
Clearly her thirteen year old hand
was not firm enough with her knife,
And thirty years growth has heeled
her childhood scratches.

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her husband of two years
has spread out before them,
A feast to enjoy in the woods.

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tech financial platform Written at The Lion’s Mouth, Felbrigg, North Norfolk, 26 May 2017, 1.45pm.

Lion’s Mouth

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brought down by wind and rain,
and the weathering of a long, full life
now ended.
The soul of the mighty oak though, lives on
New trees grow from the rotting stump,
and fauna thrives in the slain carcass,
that lies beside.

أسرار استراتيجية الفوركس Weep instead for the sweet chestnut,
or the cherry, barely some twenty years.
Culled in half a day and cleared
To make way for another new road,
or municiple car park.
Twenty years it has grown,
and reached towards the sky
Only to be swept away at public convenience.

The mighty oak of the Lion’s Mouth
lives on after a slow, decaying death.
Hundreds of years after a tiny sappling
pushed its way out of the woodland floor
It still gives back and will do so still
for hundreds and hundreds of years
after the ancient, mighty oak fell.

Weep not for the mighty oak
that has seen generations of much changed lives.
Weep instead for the sweet chestnut
who was just living through its first.

Written at The Lion’s Mouth, Felbrigg, Norfolk, 26 May 2017, 1.25pm.

When I last visited #Felbrigg 18 years ago at the very end of the last century it was to slash and burn the dreaded #RhododendronPonticum (top left) into the grassy Meadow it is today (bottom). Sign of burning to the old beech tree (top right) was just collateral damage… #nationaltrust #conservation #workingholidays #volunteering

When I last visited #Felbrigg 18 years ago at the very end of the last century it was to slash and burn the dreaded #RhododendronPonticum (top left) into the grassy Meadow it is today (bottom). Sign of burning to the old beech tree (top right) was just collateral damage... #nationaltrust #conservation #workingholidays #volunteering

When I last visited #Felbrigg 18 years ago at the very end of the last century it was to slash and burn the dreaded #RhododendronPonticum (top left) into the grassy Meadow it is today (bottom). Sign of burning to the old beech tree (top right) was just collateral damage… #nationaltrust #conservation #workingholidays #volunteering