Friday, 26 November 2010

Bracing Breckland part 2

Face freezing but snow free, the clouds looked menacing but blue broke through before blackness beckoned now that we under a month away from the shortest day. 

All photos © J Reed
Darkness fell over the turbines by the Bernard Matthews' turkey sheds as news of its founder's demise yesterday was released. My recently departed neighbour told me that her father, a farmer in my village, knew Bernard when he had his '20 eggs and a second-hand incubator'. He laughed that no one would eat turkey except as a whole bird at Christmas. The group turned over £330 million of its turkey based convenience food in 2008!

Thursday, 25 November 2010

Bracing Breckland

The weather was deceiving. Walking out of the house, secluded of any wind, the weather seemed quite clement. Experience led me to don five layers of above the waist clothing, three below and two pairs of socks.

The lunchtime sunshine highlighted the freshly sprouting winter wheat, the clouds reflecting in the wet, muddy roads where the sugar beet traffic have trundled from early morn to dark evening time.

A couple of miles from home and the sun is losing the battle with the snow laden sky.

The skies over Shipdham look awfully ominous but usually the weather comes from the opposite direction.

Walking the formalised field edge permissive ways, Bertie and I reach the Lower Road which, at its other end, cuts into the road to Necton just below Holme Hale. Closed since the weekend when a smouldering roof fire gutted a period house. The property is amongst a handful in a hamlet along what is a quiet single track road, even to Norfolk standards. 

The incident very sadly took the lives of two elderly ladies. The property, externally almost intact, belies apparent internal devastation. One of the sisters is believed to have been a landlady and wife of owner Frederick Charles Rowland of the Blue Lion, North Pickenham in the mid 1960s. The snow had already started just after a dusk like darkness came across the already grey sky. The flakes where light and fluffy, happily settling on any but the smoothest clothing.

The walk from Holme Hale to its sister Station Road was really rather unpleasant. The snow had become hard and wet, driven directly into my exposed face. Turning left up to King's Row Farm, the wind became kinder but the evening light came on prematurely.

The snow, all of a sudden, refused to melt on reaching the sod. For the first time this year, autumn landscape had succumbed to winter.

All photos © J Reed

One man and his dog, thankfully close to the warmth of home.

Sunday, 7 November 2010

Beautiful Breckland

Well, I managed to capture a little of the week long autumnal colour before the wind and rain turn everything quite wintry. 

This is becoming a more and more unusual sight now, a tree with leaves still attached.

The ferns stay beautifully fractal even whilst losing there greenness.

Now the sun and once warm ground no longer evaporate the night time's rain, most paths are slippery underfoot all day long.

All photos © J Reed

The fields are all but bare. Only stubble, beet and sprouting winter wheat sprigs lie in the fields. That and the waves of propagated winged wildfowl pending shotgun silencing by the well shod civilless servanted callous carnivores.