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Norfolk spotlight- a feature on Norfolk's finest, from Old Frank's perspective. |
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Spotlight on www.wildlife-galleries.co.uk |
Strange as it seems now there was a time,...........well come to that there
was a time before even the 'Guide'! But Frank didn't recognise that as a
time at all; more an era of pre Frank history, like the static scene of
stone age man set in a display case in Norwich Castle museum (not
cheap these days, not as cheap as the dawn of Frank history when the
'Young Guide' worked in the Castle & Young Frank used to aimlessly wander
the galleries for free every weekend, & take in the dioramas and paintings. Gt.Yarmouth
looked better in those days, & one wouldn't want to dwell on Postwick
Grove either.
Apologies, train
of thought wandered there for a while......... as reminiscences of the
past mingled with each other and long thought forgotten threads got
entangled . So
in that era Frank began the most truly abhorrent period of
his existence, 'the world of work'. It was during these early angry
railings that Frank first met Hippo ( Hippy in those days) and Melfie.
Melfie has the unfortunate task of working with a metaphorical weasel,
known as the 'Wort'. They all worked for a ' monster' who had the same
initial as the son of God. Frank (calmer now), back then, could bitterly see the joke
!
Wort and Melfie
had the dubious distinction of testing all Hippo & Frank's work . To
this end, loud and explosive, expletive driven arguments almost constantly
ensued following the return of any perceived failure from the
'despised' test area. Over time the situation panned out with the roles
defined:
Melfie was
the Good , Frank the Bad and Wort certainly the Ugly (Hippo was just
hanging around doing Rubik's cubes in 30 seconds, and beyond any
terrestrial definition at all).
So Frank got to
know Melfie & Hippy, who's (dubious) stories of bird watching became the stuff of
minor legend, and himself became a little interested. There was even a time when
one dinner break, Melfie was kind enough to drive Frank out to the
site where an Arctic Redpoll was recently seen, and as a pre cursor to
the future they, of course ,didn't see it; but an interest in nature was instilled,
and Frank has Melfie, amongst others, to thank.
So in a round
about way the Wilds of Norfolk wouldn't have came about, if it wasn't for
Frank's old buddies from those bitterly funny and occasionally profound
days ,which have never been bested for the highs and lows, the levels anger, frustration
and hilarity .Around the time that the Wildsof Norfolk came about, Melfie published 'wildlife-galleries.co.uk'. which shows what dedication to your interests can bring, and contains some stunning pictures of all manner of wildlife. Lazy Frank can only aspire to such heights of dedication from the comfort of the arm chair, (the chair being eyed by the ever prowling 'Archie the bold') the glowing stove, and pile of Collins Guides.
So have a look at these great shots from the master himself, and perhaps click onto Melfie's gallery and see what
one of Norfolk's' finest exports can do.