OK so there I was on August 26th this year sat on Coltishall Common bathed in sunshine and eating an ice cream. I couldn’t help but reflect on that fact that exactly 1 year had passed since our celebratory event right there to mark 100 years since the closure of the Aylsham Navigation. A lot of water has passed under the bridge since then, in fact in some ways we seem to have gone backwards as the footpath along the Navigation is no nearer completion and the existing path is in poor condition in places. However when one looks at it in the context of history instead of being 100 years since the closure it is now 101 years and one year is, in reality, neither here nor there. We have our next meeting of BNCT on 17th September at Burgh Reading Room at 7.30pm if you would like to attend.
The contrast between the days one year apart could not have been greater. The weather in 2013 was far kinder than it was in 2012 when for a little while we actually thought we might get a repeat of 1912 when the great flood destroyed all of the locks and most of the bridges on the Navigation between Coltishall and Aylsham. It did all turn out OK; some deity on high looked kindly upon us and made the sunshine for just long enough to hold our event thankfully.
I apologise for not writing as many blogs as normal recently but it’s a question of time. I am working up to retirement in another 4 weeks. I have decided, with some reluctance, to go early as I really cannot stand my commute from North Norfolk to Ipswich for another winter. My health is also an issue and whilst it’s not much worse it doesn’t get better either. I have started writing seriously recently and have completed my first novel and started on my second. I have some great people working with me and the first one is currently being professionally edited for me before publication. I will try and get another Bure Blog out shortly especially about one man’s fight on all our behalf’s for the foot path we can all enjoy providing we are hardy and wear appropriate footwear.
To conclude; the other day I went to work by train; an occasional treat I allow myself where I start from Wroxham and Hoveton. It was a misty pre-autumnal morning with just a chill to hint at what is to come. There is something magical to me about Broadland mist; it is like no other I know. It has a kind of translucence that shimmers and shines as the sun tries to break through. The train emerged from this mist as if the line had given birth to it there and then. I often get a mental image of a wherry emerging from the mist in very similar circumstances and I suppose that is why I so like the paintings of the renowned artist David Dane as he captures that light so well. My writing includes some short stories and I have one brewing stirred by this image and I will share it with you when it is written. I hope you don’t mind but I have shared just this paragraph with both the Bure Blog and my personal one