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I had hoped to remove several layers of rust and step out for a long-awaited return to the local entertainment stage.

Norwich City councillor Jamie Osborn explains why his Green Party proposed a motion for the council to begin work on a climate change adaptation strategy 

Big brothers joined in building farmyard worlds out of the toybox they’d created, possibly out of fast-evaporating hopes I might join them and father as a proud son of the Norfolk soil. Younger siblings giggled or dozed through my range of silly stories or nearly-naughty rhymes. Sharing shone through most sessions, even when sharper competitive edges came into play for I Spy, Ludo, Snap, Bagatelle, Blow-football, Hunt-the-Thimble and Who Can Keep a Straight Face Longest When Uncle Willie Slurps His Sunday Tea? Calling the midwife, district nurse or doctor meant regular trips to the big red ...

Keith Skipper The final meeting of Mitford & Launditch RDC jut before abolition in 1974 - Credit: Archant A homely epistle sent to this newspaper by a Broadland garage proprietor and published in May, 1952 carried a whimsical postscript destined to remain a potent warning to anyone keen on public service. The letter from Norfolk comedian Sidney Grapes, who appeared on stage and in print as The Boy John, used our precious local dialect to furnish a favourite character with her customary dash of homespun philosophy. It read : PS – Aunt Agatha, she say: “ If you want to keep friends wi’ th...

Keith Skipper Published: 10:00 AM February 14, 2021    Broadland reed-cutter and marshman Eric Edwards in his home-made museum at How Hill passing on his knowledge and enthusiasm to visiting schoolchildren. - Credit: Contributed It’s easy to fall into romantic raptures over the great Norfolk outdoors while you’re stuck inside to cogitate at length for best part of a year. Perhaps those weaned on delights like bountiful hedgerows, leafy lanes, buttercup acres, echoing ponds, whistling cyclists and harvest suppers are even more susceptible to that rural idyll. Never mind tied cottages, l...