England: Under Big Norfolk Skies


Under big skiesThe water is steaming, a white vapour sponging the darkening sky. I watch the heavens smudge grey and pink before deepening to navy-blue. High above us midges dance in dizzying circles. I plunge under the warm, bubbling water and when I surface again, one single star has emerged, alone in the sky. “Vega, Arabic for swooping eagle,” says Tom my husband. “It’s one of the brightest stars in the northern sky.”

We’re in the Norfolk Broads, the part of England that juts out like a bottom. We’re travelled less than 200 miles for an autumn break. It feels as hot and exotic as the Okavango Delta in Botswana or the Sundarbans of India, but actually we’re sitting outside an English cabin in a hot tub. Vega blinks at me and the longer I gaze, the more certain I am the star is moving, swooping towards me like a silver eagle. “Just think,” says Tom, my husband. “It takes twenty-six years for the light to reach us here on earth. Vega could have died for all we know – since we’re looking at the past.”
It’s a dazzling thought.

And one by one other stars appear. The sky is clear, the night still, the air almost balmy. It’s hard to imagine that St Jude, a violent storm, not a gentle saint, had passed over here just a short time ago. On Monday Jude, the patron saint of despair and hopelessness, had whipped the oaks behind our cabin in fury. Branches and twigs crashed onto the roof, the birch trees lining the wetlands in front of the window bent over at an alarming angle. We gazed out from the safety of four walls, feeling stranded, like a ship at sea. Then the storm was gone as suddenly as it arrived.

With the return of calm, we’d taken bikes and cycled the Norfolk lanes. The sun shone benignly, the trees motionless: it was as if the storm had never happened – except the roads were swollen with mud and stones and the debris from the winds. Occasionally trees protruded onto the lanes, already cleared, cut back from where they’d crashed onto the road. But grey turned to gold. Autumn shone. Now and again, the roadside held little offerings of garden fruits and vegetables: marrows and pumpkins, apples and sweet chestnuts. I filled the basket of my bicycle with plump cookers and Coxes. We pedaled on past wooden barns, thatched cottages and village ponds, scattering grouse and pheasant and duck. Overhead wintering geese shot an arrow across the big, big skies of Norfolk.

By Wednesday, the sky was deep blue, the sun warm on our skin. We hired a canoe and paddled up the River Waveney, listening to the whisper of the reeds. We tied up our canoes and ate our sandwiches, lifting our faces to the sun. Heading back downstream, we held our paddles across our knees and let the current take us gently home. Now in the hot tub, the sky’s filling, filling up with stars. A satellite shoots across our vision. I am suddenly aware of my fragility in the great cosmos: an insignificant speck out in space, yet I sense the universe belongs to me.

About the Author: Helen Moat spent her childhood squished between siblings in her Dad’s Morris Minor, travelling the length and breadth of Ireland. She’s still wandering. Helen blogs at: http://moathouse-moathouseblogspotcom.blogspot.co.uk/

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4 responses to “England: Under Big Norfolk Skies

  1. Helen, I have really enjoyed all the stories you have submitted for this competition. They bring the places you write about alive, but more than that your personal perspective is always thoughtful and entertaining.

  2. Lovely one about Norfolk, Helen. I know the county well and your description sounded just as I remember it.
    Best wises,

  3. My husband and I visit Norfolk every Easter, and we love it. Lovely to see you have done it justice in your writing. Thank You

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