Norfolk Corners

I've taken the circular walk around Queen's Hills country park many times over the past eight years and, every now and then, in a certain light and when the leaves are sparse, an ornate tower seems to appear in a haze on the horizon to the south east. Looking across from a modern estate, this piece of history that seemed to wink in and out of existence felt like a little bit of magic on our door step. As we became familiar with the area, I realised that the tower must be on or near the Costessey Park golf course and suddenly it didn't seem so magical. I hate golf. In fact I forgot about the tower until it occured to me that I had some friends who quite enjoy golf who might be able to give me a few details. In fact I met them for lunch almost every day. They told me that it was all that remained of Costessey Hall and that even that was crumbling away. I recently got into the habit of rising early in the mornings to photograph the sunrise. Squinting at the