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Great Britain: Kynance Cove, Winchester, Caernarfon, East Meon, Cley-Next-The-Sea. Oxford, Isle of Skye, Chipping Campden

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Grey Landing (Part 10)

I have finished another GT July(2023) prompt! This time the prompt was "Memory". I don't remember what I had originally planned for this prompt when I started the challenge, but when I started planning it Isaac kept coming up. So we have more of Isaac's misadventures.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9)

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The food, simple but hearty, felt heavy and strange in Isaac’s hands, like he held edible gold. He wasted no more time tucking in to an unorthodox meal, tearing bites off the large crumbs of bread and cheese and trying not to picture the disapproval he���d get from his mum for it. She’d taught him manners for how to be a guest in someone else’s house. She’d given up trying to get him to use them at sea.

Considering his predicament, trapped in a giant bowl on a giant counter in a giant bloody house, Isaac considered himself still adrift. So he ate like a sailor. His body sang with relief.

It forced him to think about when he last ate. He cast his mind back to a morning that felt normal, a coffee and breakfast before heading out with a bundle to be his lunch while he was out on the waves working for their next supper. That hadn��t been this morning. Had it been the day before? If he’d known a storm would break his ship and send him so far adrift, he’d have been more discerning with that precious bundle of rations, maybe the last lunch ever packed for him. Hell, he might have said something more to the people he passed on his way to the dock.

They probably all thought he’d been taken by the waves.

As with most things that might lead to heavy thoughts, Isaac pondered the memory only long enough to know he ought to shut it away again. A moment’s reprieve didn’t mean he had the time to break down just yet. Beyond the walls of his improvised jail cell, three giants sat at their dinner table, talking little but every casual word boomed.

He thought he’d finish up the offered food in his desperate hunger, but eventually the scale of things caught up to him. He pondered what remained of what he’d been given and wondered if they’d even be able to tell he had anything. His core was heavy and full, but he’d hardly made a dent. He set the ridiculous portions beside him and considered climbing out of the bowl before abruptly lying back with a huff. 

His eyes closed in spite of himself. He didn’t plan to sleep, but he would make himself as comfortable as he could. The giants could take their time as far as he was concerned‒

“Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack!

Don’t forget your old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-o!”

He’s on a ship, a chorus of voices calling up as a hundred hands or more toil away. It’s all familiar. A grinning face, pale and mischievous, angles his way as the lyrics of their shanty always come back to the name.

“Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, ‘Zac!”

While everyone else sings ‘Jack’, the nicest voice on board sings to Isaac alone and he knows he can belong‒

A jab to his side broke Isaac out of the unexpected dream. He flailed away from the offending feeling, a hazy memory of someone he might never see again clinging to his thoughts. A confused noise escaped him as he caught up to what had poked him.

A giant fingertip, large and callused and probably strong enough to crush his ribs by itself, lingered nearby. The attached hand loomed close in the bowl with him, with an equally giant arm extending overhead. Isaac’s brow furrowed as he stared up, again confronted with the scale of these giants. Clei stood over him, looking almost worried.

“Am not dead yet, lad,” Isaac told him. “Restin’ my eyes and slackin’ off, is all.”

Clei huffed and muttered in that language of theirs. “Crur cayg.” Apparently that was his warning, because that hand descended on him despite his noise of alarm. Once again Isaac found himself all too easily gathered up in a single hand, a fist curled around his middle and restricting his movements. He grimaced as vertigo gripped him just as securely when Clei lifted him out of the bowl and turned away from the counter at the same time.

The room whirled past him, barely-familiar shapes passing in and out of notice in the fast movements of a giant who didn’t seem to notice Isaac turning green. Thankfully they didn’t have that far to go, at least as far as Clei was concerned. A few steps later, Isaac found himself back on the giant table, scrambling to his feet after Clei set him down prone. The dishes from dinner were set aside along with the centerpiece, so Isaac found himself fully on the spot with giants looming and staring from three sides.

Clei still looked sheepish. Gufnad still looked annoyed. Trydi had her lips pursed in something like exasperation. Isaac, deciding not to let the silence draw out too long, held out his arms. “Am I on trial, then, my gracious hosts?”

Gufnad bristled, a lot like Isaac expected him to. He had a memory of more than one disciplinary hearing from his navy days, when just existing rankled an officer or two. Gufnad followed that pattern all too well.

Before the man could bark some indignant thing at him, though, Trydi shot him a look. “Gufnad. Dlad.” And then she sent Isaac a similar look, one that cowed some of his contrarian attitude despite himself. “Kaimu. Dlad.” She said more, quick syllables falling over each other and leaving Isaac in the dust, unable to pick up words in her rhythmic accent any better than he could before, though he realized partway through her question what their language reminded him of.

Isaac sighed. Some of the annoyance left his shoulders, but he still gestured vaguely at her. “I don’t understand you, lass. I don’t speak … Big Welsh. I don’t even speak normal Welsh. And for that, am sorry. We won’t get anywhere talking at each other like this, hmm?”

Clei finally chimed in, with the attitude of someone not used to speaking up to the others. He stammered a bit, and though Isaac tried to follow, he only heard one familiar sound among the rush: the giant used his name, once or twice, and Isaac had to hope he was vouching for him the best he could.

When Clei finally tapered off, Isaac watched him for a beat, then looked to the other two expectantly. “Only good stories, I hope,” he said, again only to prevent an awkward silence.

Gufnad’s frown didn’t waver. “Trydi, crur bid wal nei̯fitblei̯nd.” Isaac narrowed his eyes. He recognized the word that Gufnad had called him before, and he could only assume it was some kind of insult. Neigh-vit-blind yourself, you stubborn bastard.

Trydi winced faintly and glanced between Gufnad and Clei, and occasionally even Isaac. As head of the household, apparently the tie breaking vote fell to her. Isaac didn’t get a vote at all, not that that surprised him either. All he could do was stand there in the middle of a giant table and hope the outcome favored him.

Finally, she sighed and tilted her head towards Clei. “Bid tars. Clei, yulubus grag. Gaog, wif gwut hust.”

Isaac still didn’t understand them, but the grin that broke over Clei’s nervous face and the resigned eyeroll from Gufnad told him enough. He sighed; two giants on his side wasn’t bad at all, and having the lady of the house giving him any measure of a chance was worth a lot. His shoulders unwound some tension and he once again held his hands together in front of himself, nodding at her. “Trydi. Thank you.”

She didn’t smile at him, not exactly, but her lips twitched in bemusement. “Rayfn, kaimu.”

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Cley next the Sea, Norfolk

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Cromer and Cley.

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Wild Coastal Road Norfolk... by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: Cley and Salthouse Marshes and the stunning coastal wild views.

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Here goes another set of pictures I took some time ago, also in the summer of 2015. The weather was nice enough to do some visits to coastal places in Norfolk, a region here in England I like lots. This time was in Cley Next the Sea. I went there with a friend, and we walked a lot. I even felt I burnt my skin, a thing that rarely happens here in UK. We visited the marshes, the town, an old abandoned church. I’m not a believer myself, but I do enjoy taking pictures inside churches and similar places. The atmosphere, light, sense of peace and tranquility… I don’t need to believe in anything to actually feel… something. I don’t need either to invent strange reasons or imaginary friends to explain these feelings. Of course, we ended in a pub, having a nice meal and some beers. Simple pleasures are the best ones… :) New blog post: about Cley next the Sea. #photography #england Here goes another set of pictures I took some time ago, also in the summer of 2015.

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Norfolk in the Summertime - Part 2

Join us on Part 2 of our hike on the Norfolk Coastal Path between Weybourne and Holkham Beach. This scenic walk features peaceful beaches, saltmarshes, nature reserves, windmills and a bustling seaside town.

From Windmill to Windmill

Cley Windmill

Following on from our last blog, we continue our hike along the Norfolk Coastal Path with ‘Norfolk in the Summertime’ – Part 2′. We hit the trail where we left off – at the windmill in the tiny village of Weybourne.

We re-joined the coastal path with the pebble beach on our right and the Salthouse Marshes to the left. There were very few people in sight…

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Cley next the Sea — a pretty village that was once an important trading port on the North Sea coast. It's now best known for its 18th-century windmill and its locally-made oak-smoked kippers // Photo by @richardjamestaylor for the June 2021 issue of National Geographic Traveller — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/3j9gqVA

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Cley-Next-The-Sea, Norfolk, England, UK

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22/09/2020-Blog 1 of 2: NWT Cley and Salthouse Marshes: 10 different photos to those I tweeted 

Today after yet more pictures in the cottage garden on what could be the last day of wall to wall sunshine and heat looking at the weather I tweeted and will have some exclusive photos in my next blog of today shortly, we visited another reserve I remembered fondly from last time in Norfolk for us seven years ago Norfolk Wildlife Trust’s Cley and Salthouse Marshes. As we walked around it was great to he back, someone we spoke to at a safe distance yesterday said it would be even hotter today and it was boiling. It really was like a summer’s day and it was glorious to be out in this sunshine. I really enjoyed walking along and reflecting on how nice the flat landscape looks and how different but in some ways similar it is to home. There were stunning and beautiful typical East Anglian views again which it was so nice to see on a sunny day. I took the first seven and tenth pictures in this photoset of these views today. I do really admire this well known birdwatching and wildlife location too. 

As we walked along the bank towards the beach it was great to see another Marsh Harrier really well. I also saw more great Wall Brown butterflies here today like I had the two previous days at RSPB Snettisham and Titchwell a brilliant species. We then got to the beach, the area and view from it shown in the eighth and ninth pictures I took today in this photoset and loved sitting and eating lunch looking out to sea, very relaxing on another special day. Before eating lunch I had looked down and took in the coast and listened to the waves coming in and out and remembered that the coast is the place I love to be and the place for me I do find it so peaceful. We saw a young Gannet fly past another of my favourite birds for this holiday which was great seeing or hearing species of mine on my A and B lists of favourites really helps lift a trip away from home too. As I was in the middle of a sentence I said “Seal!” as a Grey Seal popped its head up excitedly right close to a man that was just about to go in for a swim much to the delight of his family. What a fantastic wildlife moment. It was my first Grey Seal of the year, my sixth of my nine favourite mammals seen this year and another very strong mammal moment these past few days. After the Blakeney Point experience seven years ago seeing the colonies I had hoped to see seals in Norfolk and particularly Grey Seals with their breeding season beginning now and I had not seen one this year before today after seeing Common Seal at home at Langstone Harbour a couple of times. So I was over the moon to see this, not something it always looked likely I’d see this year. What a fantastic moment for me it brought me such joy. It was so nice to have now seen both common and grey seal in a year again I do love seals and this was a great close view today.

As we walked back to the centre and car park I was thrilled to see lots of Curlews together and just like at Slimbridge in January I reflected at how it was lovely to see so many of these rapidly declining birds together and I’ve had a great year for them noticing them a lot at home too. I also enjoyed seeing nice flowers such as sea campion and poor man’s weather-glass which I tweeted a picture of tonight in the shingly area by the beach they looked pretty. Another brilliant time at Cley for me I enjoyed it a lot. 

Wildlife Sightings Summary: My first Grey Seal of the year, four of my favourite birds the Gannet, Little Egret, Shelduck and Peregrine Falcon, Kestrel, Marsh Harrier, Woodpigeon, Herring Gull, Great Black Backed Gull, Curlew, Redshank, Cormorant, Greylag Goose, Wall Brown, Migrant Hawker and Common Darter.

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Cley Next the Sea, Norfolk

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River Glaven @ Cley next the Sea..Norfolk by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: Cley next the Sea is a small coastal village on the River Glaven in Norfolk, 4 miles north-west of Holt and east of Blakeney. It lies within the Norfolk Coast Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty and the North Norfolk Heritage Coast and is a Site of Special Scientific Interest.