Saturday 5 September 2020

Shrieking Pit Saturday

This was taken from the front of Hexenhäusli Device yesterday evening.
The sky looked like it was on fire!
 I'll just have a quick walk to get some fresh air and stretch my legs, I thought.

 Two and a half hours later - and with Camera's memory card full - I returned home...

 So, you should know what's coming next, then?
 Yes!  Reams of photos!




Here we have the views from the top of Tower Lane in Sidestrand (last seen here).
Above is the view west to Overstrand,
and below the view east along the coast to Trimingham.
There were also some cormorants on The-End-of-the-Line, as per...

I didn't go too far along the cliff path - particularly as some of it is no longer there...

Some cliff-guarding cormorants, ably assisted by some sea gulls.

I didn't fancy walking all the way to Trimingham - another mile or so - so I turned back...
... and got distracted by these pine trees...
... and ended up walking across a field to Hungry Hill in Northrepps, and on to...
... the Shrieking Pits (last seen here and here back in 2016).

This was the view from the Shrieking Pits across more fields to Frogshall (above)
and Northrepps (below)

I ended up heading to Frogshall alongside the Furyhill Plantation...
... and saw this passed-its-sell-by-date bracket fungus.

I found this rotten old log fascinating both outside and in with its spider-web suspension bridges making it look like a futuristic city built along the edges of a cavern or deep gorge.

These three old codgers should really be featured at The Very Mistress's place
Just look at their gnarled and sagging orifices!

From the top of Tolls Hill, I left Northrepps behind (above)
and caught a glimpse of Hexenhäusli Device just beyond the allotments.


 I was going to do a map - in fact, I've got MSPaint open right now - but I don't know if I can be bothered? 
 Actually, I've just realised that the map I did in July for "And then there were two..." has got pretty much everything on it except Frogshall and the Furyhill Plantation), so you can just look at that for now.


21 comments:

  1. Incredible sights, sweetpea! How far are these places from your home? xoxo

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    1. Ah, Savvy! I'm very fortunate to have all these things practically on my doorstep - within a mile or two, so easy walking distance.

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  2. I'm not being rude about Norfolk (much) but I still think these places you write about are fictional. Screaming pits and hungry hills are surely legends invented to put off townies!
    Actually come to think of it we have a Bangham Pit and Druid's Heath, and my point remains because, well, let's not say why. Gulp.

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    1. We're not far from Cockfosters and Bush Hill (oo-er missus!), and there's a "Freezy Water" up the road - but nothing as witchy-sounding as some of these places.... Jx

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    2. I took my mother out for an airing this morning and passed through Wetwang, neither of us said anything.

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    3. As well as the ones you already know about, we also have Dick's Close Hill (not too close, mind, as we're still social distancing) and Happy Valley (right next to Dick's Close Hill - which is probably why it's happy...)

      "Wetwang"? Did you avoid each other's gaze too, Mitzi?

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    4. I ewil reluctantly admit to living in Cockfosters briefly lol.

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    5. We in this neck of the woods refer to it as "the end of the line" - although there were no cormorants nor shags last time I ended up there, as I recall... Jx

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  3. Lovely photos - particularly like the dead fungus and the "wonky orifice trees". Jx

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    1. That fungus is really bizarre. It looks like it's been burnt on top - all charred and a bit "cooled lava-flow"-like.

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  4. Did those pesky cormorants steal the shorts?
    Sx

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    1. I wouldn't put it past the-

      Wait a minute. I haven't got the 'Shorts, you have! Is this why you haven't held the compo yet - because the 'Shorts have been half-inched by a gulp of cormorants?!?

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  5. "couldn't be bothered walking all the way to Trimingham..." Dear gods How far *did* you walk
    I love the images and all the names.London has interesting names, too. There was a very nice watering hole at Shootup Hill...
    And my homeland has one or two...Tutaekuri. Google might tell you...

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    1. I ended up walking a lot further than to Trimingham and back, that's for sure...

      However, I'm not sure I'd bother walking to Tūtaekurī River, never mind swim in it - Dogshit River?! Really??

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  6. I just Googled Trimingham. Population 485! And that's including Sidestrand Parish.

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    1. And not a pub for miles! The nearest nightlife is probably Amsterdam. Jx

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    2. Yes, one has to make one's own entertainment in Trimingham.
      Years ago, one of my school friends lived in Trimingham and he had a Bonfire Party (Nov.5th, of course). There was a massive fire in his back garden on the cliff edge, plenty of alcohol (we were all underage, but his mum didn't seem to mind), and rather fewer people at the end than at the beginning...

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  7. Sorry, maybe someone already asked, and you may have answered, but I did not find it (while I followed the links to the earlier posts), but why "Shrieking" "pits" ? Did, or do, they make sounds ? I can not help, I am drawn to such places, ponds, small creeks ... they are living creatures after all. But even there man's madness creeps in in the form of artificial clothes ... witch wranglers, shrieking ponds, toll's hill - they DO have a nightlive there JON, it may just not be to everybody's tastes ...non-simultanity perhaps ...

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    1. Oh, yes, the nightlife around here is rather... "local".

      For the rest of this comment/answer, I shall recycle my answer to Princess back in 2016:
      "As for the Shrieking Pits; no, it wasn't witch dunking (this time) that gave them their name. Some silly girl fell in love with a feckless married man from Roughton (a few miles away) and threw herself in the pool when the villagers forced him to stay with his wife. Or something."
      Long after she drowned, her ghostly shrieks and screams could be heard emanating from the waters.

      Wikipedia has a version of the story, and a photo of a sign pinned to a tree there (although, it wasn't there the other day as the pins had rusted through, leaving the story to blow away).

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  8. Wow what an incredible landscape, Sea, cliffs woodland, open countryside and waterways,
    I love your photos.

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    1. Thank you, Mme Arcati. I'm very lucky to have some wonderful views or features no matter which way I point-and-click Camera!

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