Road of Skulls: Little Melton's School Lane

Okay, a ridiculously overblown post title (though I did find two rabbit skulls...), but I was desperately trying to avoid the obvious 'Road to Nowhere.' Which would have admittedly been more appropriate: School Lane originally linked the B1108 (one of the main arteries into Norwich) to the small village of Little Melton. The opening of the Norwich Southern Bypass section of the A47 in the early 1990s cut straight through this lane, severing it in half, leading it to...well, nowhere, unless you count a set of steps leading up to the A47.

Not the most photogenic of sites, but its interest lies in its 'lack:' of direction, of its original purpose. A dried artery, an obsolete direction.

All Saints: The Hainford 'Old Church'

As always with Norfolk churches, the peerless Norfolk Churches Site gives a good run-down of the history of this little spot (http://www.norfolkchurches.co.uk/hainford/hainfordold.htm). In a nutshell, though, this medieval ruin fell into disuse in the nineteenth century, with the building of a newer parish church closer to the centre of Hainford village. Although the tower is fenced off and overgrown, the graveyard is actually still in use - the newer graves mostly near the yard entrance and still tended to, with the older ones left to the wild. The tower makes for a striking ivy-covered image amidst the flatness of the surrounding fields.

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.