Many of our contributed poems have had a square produced for them – a quote from the poem to help us share more easily on social media but also so we can display them in the game. This one is at the start of the …
Wanting to do some creative thinking during lockdown, the idea of woodland in summer, goddesses protecting us and other, perhaps fanciful, but needed stories and inspirations, produced these goddesses. In the Steiner style with no faces (so you can project your own thoughts and expressions) …
By local author Diane Calton Smith.
‘In The Wash’ is a Fenland History set in the time of King John. The loss of his baggage train in the Wash in 1216 has become interwoven with local legend and we have no way of knowing any more what really happened. There are too many theories and there is too little evidence.
see more on her page here
We decided to add the book to the map as a nod to the river being a part of the town, but also a part of the wider history of the area. The river Nene goes out to the Wash.
The map was generated from LIDAR data – accurately representing the heights of everything from the ground up. It was then combined with street map data to judge whether there was a building, tree, street or in our case river. These blocks were then changed …
From Wikipedia: The Clarkson Memorial commemorates Thomas Clarkson (1760 – 1846), a central figure in the campaign against the slave trade in the British empire, and a former native of Wisbech. It dates from 1880 – 1881 and is a Grade II* listed building. The …
Crossing the river where it has been crossed for centuries, this bridge leads from the High Street, Nene Parade, South Brink and Bridge Street across to North Brink and the Old Market. The main large building in front (with dark curved arches on the lower level) is No 1 North Brink, the Corn Exchange, with the Town Council Chamber above. The painting is by Clive Bilcliff and you can find it here
Six miles, again, we’ll go today,
for honour built on broken blades.
We’ll tame these meres; skate far and fast,
with hopes that winter, long may last.
For cold that creeps and freezes fen
brings out the Runners once again.
In tests of wit and skill and speed
on crystal lakes, still wreathed with weeds.
Contracted muscles, chests pulled tight,
like frightened birds, we take to flight.
Sinews screaming, taut like wire,
in every eye, a glint of fire.
On flooded fen, we carve our names
as brackish blood runs through our veins.
The lure of wealth may spur some forth –
we skate for love and all we’re worth.
This subtle smoothness, ice unspoiled,
a canvas stretched o’er sunken soil.
To skate the marsh is to be free:
‘These Fenmen do not run; they flee!’
Local Illustrator/Designer, Brandon has produced work that has been sold across the UK including: Waitrose, ASDA, Clintons & UK Greetings He works with the Wisbech and Fenland Museum on ideas to support young artists. He has kindly sent us some of his pieces of Wisbech, …
Mixed Media and MDF
Anne tells us:
“I am 77 years old and during lockdown I had to isolate, to keep myself busy and my mind active I used this time to craft. Creating things has got me through lockdown. I made this piece with the words make a wish as the wish I would make was that Covid would go away and I could see all my family and friends again.”
Every day’s the same
Except today, the day my Swallow came
Swooping low, wheeling back
An accomplished aerial acrobat.
Taking a moment to stop and chat,
he told the tale of his journey
From South Africa to here.
Asked politely where I’d been.
The big Tesco last week
and to the park each day,
only for an hour though,
I sighed in reply.
He told me about his flock.
flying in formation,
I shared anecdotes
Of cats interrupting
Work from home conference calls
and virtual socialising fails
He cocked his head
took flight and left.
Will he return?
Tomorrow, I’ll be waiting.
No more time to wallow
I’ll stay at home, hoping
looking for my swallow.