Like this little tractor, I’m still chugging my way through nano. At the time of writing, I’ve made it to 23k words. That’s including managing to do a little whilst away. Last week, we went on a family holiday to Butlins. We won a hoard of lovely treasures at the 2p machines and were wow’d by Thomas the Tank Engine. Happy Toddler, Happy Mama. Hope you are all keeping well. Thank you all for your marvellous entries.
I love fog. Well, I don’t like to drive in it! But I do like to take an early walk on a foggy morning or curl up with a hot cuppa and book whilst the world is shrouded in a grey blanket outside. This foggy image was taken on the grounds of Raby Castle. It was eerie to see the way the fog was moving up the river towards us. Even the ducks had gone quiet.
Another fabulous collection of entries to last week’s collection. Thank you all so much. I’ll look forward to having a big cuppa and making my way through this lot. I’m taking part in NaNoWriMo this month. Has anyone else taken part? Any tips?
As I walked through the cemetery gates Something caught my eye Watching me as I walked along Was two eyes up in the sky
I peered at him for a long time before I turned to go As I did his eyes did blink It sounds like madness I know!
I turned back around and walked up close To get a better look A cawing sound pierced the sky And behind him appeared a rook
It must have been that which I had glanced I gave a nervous laugh And turned to walk back down The cemetery path
My visit complete I glanced again At the Gargoyle in the sky But I’d swear to anyone who’d listen As I left he said “Goodbye”
This little gargoyle collection can be found peering out at Alnwick Castle in Northumberland. Aren’t they enchanting?
This is North Road Cemetery in Darlington. It’s a beautiful place with a really interesting tower, which I wrote about in a previous writephoto – here.
I love how much the October prompts have been inspiring you all! Apologies I am a little behind in reading them all and the round-ups. Thankfully nothing bad, just busy at work as picked up a few 12 hour shifts, combined with some spooky fun activities with my little guy.
It was early in the morning. The best time (in Eva’s opinion) to explore. As she reached the clearing in the trees, she wondered if she should have told someone her plan. It was insane. Better to rule it out herself, than to look mad. She stepped into the stony water and began to walk up the river. As she walked the trees came closer and closer together until very little light shone through. Just as she reached the point of darkness and was about to turn around, the hazy circle appeared before her. The fairy world portal beckoned.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a shallow stony river meandering through some woodland.
Thank you to everyone for the incredible entries to this week’s prompt. I was away last weekend at my grandparent’s 60th wedding anniversary ♡♡ so I am a little behind but for happy reasons. I’ll catch up with everything with a giant cuppa ☕ this afternoon. I hope you enjoy the collection:
The shutters flapped, the wood creaked, and the wind blew through the many entrance points to the tower that had appeared in the years since it had been abandoned. Birds had made their nests in the derelict spaces, yet at the same time each week, they all left the building. To where? No one really knew. No sooner than the birds had gone, the voices would be heard, singing their sad, wallowing song, up to the heavens above them. Why? The history books had no answers to the mystery of the singers.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a stone tower with an arched centre. Beyond the tower is a line of houses.
Typically in this section, I would give a brief description of where the photo is from, but for me, this one is a bit of an enigma. I have tried to get a second photo showing the size of the building but due to tree placement, it has eluded me. However, this video below gives a reasonable tour of the building.
The building is part of a beautiful old cemetery in Darlington dated to 1874. The church appears to be split into two parts with the tower placed centrally. Rumour has it that was so that different religious groups could worship in each side (but as I say that’s a rumour). The building is beautiful although now derelict. Originally designed by GG Hoskins. It is one of those types of places where you hope that if you won the lottery, you could save. But what purpose could you give to a building in the middle of a graveyard? It’s a tricky one.
Thank you all for the fabulous entries and love shown to this lovely little tower, here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know):
Jess sat at the wheel tapping her fingers. She had so many deadlines looming. Turning the radio over she listened to the news for five minutes before turning it off, there was only so much doom and gloom, she could listen to in one day. Come on, she thought. Patience is a virtue, her dad’s voice echoed around her head and for the first time that day, she smiled. Dad knew all the worries, the stress, the timescales. But he believed in nature more. The autumn harvest kept them busy but after that and prepping the ground, winter would provide a long sleep. Night began to draw in, she got to the end of a row and stopped. She’d nip home for tea, then pop back. She enjoyed working in the dark, she could look out over the valley and see neighbouring farms with their tractor lights on too. Alone together.
As she approached the farmhouse, her dad popped out the door.
“Just popped over to see if you wanted a hand love.”
“Dad, you know you can’t even lift your leg to get into the tractor these days.” She said and laughed.
“Bah! Try and stop me! Listen, I’ll take over whilst you get your tea.”
“Dad, no! The doctor…”
“You let me worry about the doctor. Honestly, I’ll just to a little run. Just to feel the thrill of the harvest.” He paused awaiting her decision, then added. “I miss it.”
“Okay, Dad. But I’ll be straight back out. Don’t think I won’t shoo you from the tractor!”
“Grand.” He clapped his hand happily and began putting on his old farm boots. Jess waited to go inside but as he stood up, he pulled her into a hug. “You’re doing a grand job, lass.”
She couldn’t explain it, even to herself. But the tears fell freely from her face. It had been just what she needed to hear.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a red tractor busy in the field.
I love how much love you all had for our busy little red tractor, what a fabulous variety of creations. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). Hope you enjoy reading them as much as I have:
He removed the blindfold from her eyes and jumped back “Tadah”.
“What?” she said glancing up and down the street.
“There, in front of us”.
“Dan, you’ve got to be kidding me. Okay it’s old, I’ll give you that, but it’s tiny, I wanted ballrooms and a sweeping staircase and a library. This looks like you and I would just about fit in it.” She huffed loudly.
“Firstly, we can’t afford that and you know it. Secondly you’ve not even seen inside yet. Em, will you at least give it a chance?” He kissed her on the nose, making her laugh and knocking her out of her mood.
“Okay.” She nodded and with great excitement he stepped forward to the bright red door, placing the key in the lock.
As the door swung open, immediately she could see the stone walls disappearing off, sconces lighting the way. “Wow”, she gasped involuntarily.
“See…” he said, delighted. Taking her hand he lead her further inside.
As they round the first corner they opened the door to a huge room with a grand fire burning at one end. A long table with several seats was situated close to it but the rest of the room was open with a vast space. Dan took her hand and led her across the wooden floor and went through another doorway which led to a huge kitchen, a huge range at one end with a giant belfast sink, and many, many pots and pans hanging from the rafters. Her mouth had now dropped open causing Dan to smirk, pulling at her hand he led out to a hallway and up a spiral staircase, to a long galley landing with several doors leading off.
“These are all bedrooms”, he said as they passed several doors, “but I think you’ll like this room the best”. He pushed open a large brown door and inside was a room which seemed to extend right up into the rafters. Floor to ceiling of the room was lined with bookshelves, waiting to house a collection of books. A solitary desk and a slightly old but comfortable looking sofa finished the room.
“I don’t understand?” Em said finally.
“Didn’t you see the sign on the way in?”
“No, what did it say?”
“Castle Cottage”. Emma nodded. It made sense, this place certainly felt like a castle.
“Let’s sign the papers, Dan. This place is perfect.”
“See, I knew you’d love it if you gave it a chance. There’s one issue though…” he paused looking shifty. “The toilets outside!”
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a terraced house with a vivid red door. The sign beside the door states Castle Cottage.
Hope you enjoyed my fun little take on last week’s prompt. Thank you all for the wonderful responses to the post, what a fun collection. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.
With special thanks to Sue who originally made the #writephoto challenge so meaningful for all of us and gave me her blessing to continue it. Stuart Francis posted a beautiful birthday tribute last week which you can read here, alongside a few new adventures to enjoy.
The early dusk filtered through the trees, filling the area with a hazy morning light. She loved this time of day when the world was waking all around her. Yet, nearby she could hear voices. Intrigued she walked through the woodland until she came across a clearing, where a meeting was taking place. She didn’t want to intrude but the isolated spot for the meeting spoke to her, she lifted her camera and took a snap. Then continued on her walk, hoping to catch an early morning shot of the birds on the lake before they migrated for winter.
That evening as she uploaded her files, she came across the photo of the woodland meeting, yet instead of the group she had seen, the clearing was empty, and in the distance standing among the trees, she could see herself.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a woodland. In the centre of the woodland is a clearing with fallen trees made into a round seating area. At the head of the seating area is a grand chair.
This quirky area can be found at Hardwick Park, where they often have forest schools for little ones to attend…but when I saw this set-up my imagination started running with other ideas as did our fantastic entries for this week. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). Thank you all for grabbing a spot and joining in with our special meeting place:
The solo swan continued her rounds of the pond where her memories had been happiest.
Yet every day her heart ached just a little more.
The light shining through under the golden bridge seemed enticing.
With calm and dignity she swam towards it.
Returning to her (soul) mate.
Written in memory of our beloved Queen Elizabeth II.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a solo swan swimming under a small bridge.
Did you know as a general rule, swans mate for life? If a mate is lost then the surviving mate will go through a grieving process just like humans do.
I’ve had so many wonderful responses and enjoyed each and every one. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.
I’ve took a chance And jumped from my nest I really thought It was for the best
But now I’m stuck In this safe spot Taken refuge In this pot
My brothers and sisters Have taken flight So, I need to try With all my might
I gather up my strength And count to three And make it into the sky Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Every year our garden seems to attract a family or two of blackbirds. Small cute and sweet they are easy on the eye, but oh my the havoc when they’re learning to fly. We had two dogs, sadly both lost (to old age) within the last two years, who got rather excited when a new brood of fledglings were running around the garden, so had to be kept from the garden for a while. And just when we’d think all was safe another brood would appear, one even appeared in August one year!
Here is the list of this weeks wonderful participants, (if I have missed anyone, please let me know).