A passion for Norfolk captured beautifully by local photographer, Sally Lloyd, with narration by the various protagonists delightfully observed by John Gordon-Saker.
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Streams of Consciousness is a collection of extremely short stories inspired by local photography, with the narratives written from the viewpoint of various third parties including a crab, mother, waitress, seagull and farmer. Some are based on the author’s own experiences, whilst others are pure fantasy.
Many of the places featured in this book will be very familiar and special to readers for a variety of reasons, but they’ve been captured beautifully by local photographer, Sally Lloyd, with the jeopardies narrated by the various protagonists being delightfully observed by John Gordon-Saker. Their combined passion for Norfolk screams off every page and this charming “coffee table” book is recommended for anyone who loves Norfolk or those who might be discovering its diverse attractions for the first time. Each story is an entertaining read, but the book is an intriguing advert for a beautiful county.
First kiss
Don’t let anyone tell you love at first sight isn’t a thing.
There he was. Frequently glancing in the direction of our little blue hut. Sunglasses are a great disguise –
apparently reading but noticing every beautiful move including his final look back.
The next day was Sunday, when Mum and Dad routinely left early to make a start on the roast, whatever the
weather.
There he was. Coming towards to me. Act calmly. The sunglasses came off awkwardly. The book fell to the
floor clumsily. Could he be any more beautiful? Did I live here? What? I gave him some gibberish about not in
the hut obviously. He laughed and said more while I blankly took him all in. I think I heard he was on holiday,
but his family planned to move here. He hoped to see me again. Say something! Too late.
After lunch I raced back to the hut as I’d conveniently left my book.
There he was. Sitting on my step. It seemed churlish not to show him around.
Our first kiss was in the little blue hut.
Our last kiss was in the little blue hut.
After fifty-four years we couldn’t have been any happier together but here I am in my little blue hut, toasting
the memories of that beautiful boy with our children.
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