Walk 206: 16/05/22
Today: A light work load, a warm slightly overcast day, flowers still catching my eye.
Out on Delivery
Out on delivery
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Today, a sunny delivery: the sun catching bluebells on a meadow like lawn in Church Avenue East: A favourite purple flowering bush on Newmarket road; some new graffiti lower down on Newmarket road.
Out on delivery: Walk 206
I work as a postie in Norwich. I catch moments whilst out on delivery using my iphone. This blog is a record of my day’s delivery moments and the mood/shape of my day.
Out on Delivery
Walk 206: 12/05/22
Today I hit my head for the fourth day in a row, on a hanging basket at the cedars: a favourite tree in church avenue; and my reflection whilst waiting for a customer.
Out on delivery
Walk 206: 11/05/22
Today the overcast skies made the purple flowers sing: a salute of bluebells on the approach to 3a Mount Pleasant; an iris; an abandoned toy car on the corner of Plantsman’s Close.
Out on Delivery
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Friday 6th May
Today: fallen blossom on a lawn; our older, new delivery van; a sunlit tree canopy.
Bitten by a fox like dog, on the calf, approaching The Cedars.
Out on Delivery
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Wednesday 4th May
A heavy day with a number of “Old Norvicensian” magazines, particularly in Lime Tree Road, the first rain in weeks
A search for the Source of The Yare
An expedition to south of Shipdham, Norfolk, to find the source(s) of the River Yare.
A geographical highpoint, endless skies, agricultural and industrial landscapes.
Shipdham airfield, fungi, friendly sheep, muddy wet feet, ambiguity, yellow cranes, map wrestling, conversation, green, trickling water, thicket wrestling and elusive glimpses of origin .
A further wandering to locate the moment these sources, now combined, officially become “The Yare” at Thuxton, Norfolk. A church, a station, a bridge, inaccessibility and an arched glimpse of the nascent Yare.
Morning walks 14th October
A drizzy darkness of a Monday morning. Colourful leaves pasted to dark wet pavements. Autumn tinged trees, musty smelling air, puddle crackling roads. Noticing mossy cracks, and autumnal foliage as I walk through the familiars of Lakenham.
A late morning stroll, an unknown area. Damp and fuggy. Gleaming wet berries, bright red branches and the distorted reflection of Homebase in Whiting House catch my eye.
Ginny Bain 