Lodes, Rodes and Sedge
There’s some quiet magic at work when you enter the world of Wicken Fen. Coming from the England of stone walls, fast streams, lush valleys and high moors I’ve nursed a lifelong need to sample the exact opposite. Finally I got the chance to do just that, in this corner of Cambridgeshire, where horizontal and…
Past Present
Its floors complain with every tread, soft echoes of its long since dead…A stubborn, time-worn, tender place. (From a poem by Christopher Skaife) Leaving Norwich we drove southwards into Suffolk. A winding country lane and the turn off we were looking out for. Down a rutted unmade sunken track, concrete ford over dried up stream,…
Star of the East
Country dwellers like us could take a shine to any city that presents like East Anglia’s regional centre. The centre of Norwich feels more like a town than a metropolis, retaining ancient street patterns while much new building complements the old. Following the trend of breaking identity down into quarters also suits it well. We…
Castle Acre
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. ( Shakespeare: Sonnet 73) On the road to Norwich to start our East Anglian holiday we stopped off in north Norfolk to explore Castle Acre. It’s a quiet spot embedded into a rolling landscape of arable chalklands, woods and shallow valleys. But today the air was…
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STEPHEN TOMLIN 