Alley Bird

Alley bird, Norwich.

Signs of Signs: Staples and Pins

A few weeks ago, one of our cats went missing for eight days. A hideous week, and so homemade 'Lost' flyers were stuck through letterboxes and posters put up around the local area. Thankfully, she reappeared as mysteriously as she disappeared (4am, and noisily, at the bottom of the bed), so all the posters were taken down.

Even as distracted as I was, I kept noticing the telltale signs of other signs and posters. Many may not have been lost posters, of course - home-printed posters advertising zumba are fairly common round here - but I did view the rusted staples and pins with an understanding empathy.

"And Us Donkeys Wake Up Weary..."

A couple of the beautiful donkeys and Shetland ponies at the Little Tinkers Sanctuary, located next to the University of East Anglia, Norwich.

The Blakeney Witch Project

Walking the shingle towards Blakeney Point, I came across what I assume were the remains of a rotting, yet strangely-preserved deer - from the condition of its skin, I would have thought it had been washed up from somewhere after a period in the waters. Pebbles and twigs filled its cavities and it was sprawled in a roughly symmetrical manner, its hind legs protruding at roughly the same angles.

About a minute further down the beach was a stone circle, inside which were a triangular shape and the remains of starfish and crabs. Close by to this was a small cairn constructured from the materials found lying on the beach.

Nothing to particularly suggest they are connected or particularly meaningful, but in my mind's natural (no doubt misguided) proclivity to ascribe the macabre and the hidden to the world... I like to think they are. Gave an added sense of loneliness to the already strange atmosphere of the Point.