I was there earlier this month, meeting up with family, and we had a great time there. I took an hour or so out from family meet-ups, however, to wander about with camera in hand, looking for cats worthy of worship. And I found quite a few.
There was this one, a panther I suppose, guarding the entrance to a house that was right on the main road.
The Pinkfoot Gallery window was dominated by this simple, beautiful sculpture. I decided to use the photo that showed my reflection, I quite like the effect.
The mill is water-powered, a couple of hundred years old, and guarded by this little black cat. This is the closest I got. That cat is good.
And they are just stickers, the kind you can get in any poundshop. But they were fresh, and they were placed at adult height, so I thought it would be much wiser to co-operate with the universe than not.
I thought the windvane was pretty special. It’s on the trackway that leads to Cley Windmill, if you’re in that neck of the woods.
This lovely black and white cat was in a local gallery, and saw this dog outside. It was a nice dog. Very quiet, very civilised. The cat was much more determined. This is what happened next:
I told the nice man in the picture I was going to put it up on my blog, he was quite happy.
And finally, this is a greetings card I bought at the bookshop – a Clover Greetings card, from a photo by Richard Clover. And it shows the cat that lives in the bookshop, who’s worshipped by all and sundry, including me – adorable! They got so many requests for photos, they had the card commissioned, and she still holds court today, six years after this photo was taken.
Wonderful cats. Wonderful place.