dinsdag 13 augustus 2013
Yes, I remember Adlestrop -
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.
The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No-one left and no-one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop - only the name
And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.
And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.
The station where Edward Thomas's train stopped has gone, but the village name which he saw on the platform from the train has been put up in the bus shelter instead. A bench in the shelter has a plaque with the poem engraved on it.
maandag 12 augustus 2013
The gardens have an excellent collection of rhododendrons and also some topiary.
woensdag 7 augustus 2013
maandag 5 augustus 2013
Young ivy tendrils winding their way around a tree. The tree has some pale green lichen on it. Lichen prefers to grow where it is damp and you can often tell by looking at the bark of trees which way the prevailing wind blows, because it brings more rain and more lichen, and also moss, will grow there.
vrijdag 2 augustus 2013
donderdag 1 augustus 2013
Cartes-de-visite consisted of a thin albumen print of a photo stuck on to thicker card. Mostly they were portraits but later landscapes were produced as well. They could be sent through the post easily and as this was a great novelty in the 19th century, hundreds of thousands were produced and sold. In the late 19th and on into the 20th century, the printed postcard took over from cartes-de-visite. They could be sent without the need for an envelope and were ideal for quick notes owing to the cheap postage and the great number of postal collections and deliveries.
My mother has a postcard on which one of her uncles sent news of the birth of his daughter. He announced the glad tidings on a card featuring Dewsbury War Memorial.
Ross-on-Wye is a lovely old market town within reach of literally dozens of other interesting places, so it is a good central place to stay in while you explore the area.
Sometimes you hear that blogs should have a particular "theme", well, if that is the case I would need at least 20 different blogs and I would never keep up to them, plus I'm not single-minded enough, and enjoy variety, so this is just a blog of whatever, wherever, based on my old photo archives.
maandag 29 juli 2013
I worked there for a while and during lunch breaks I sometimes used to go round the back of the hospital where there were some derelict greenhouses and gardeners' sheds etc. I never saw any gardeners during these forays. An impromptu nature reserve had developed (which needless to say has now made way for acres of tarmac) and among the wildlife I spotted were Poplar Hawk Moths, which have a wingspan of 3 to 4 inches, a blackbird with a white head, and a kestrel.
One day, one of the Poplar Hawk Moths got into the patients' bathroom of the ward I worked on. A patient ran out in alarm. "There's a massive moth in there!" he shouted. "What do you mean - massive?" someone asked.
"It's just filled in a menu!" was his reply.
zondag 28 juli 2013
Although this chapel was said to have been established by St. Patrick when he crossed from Ireland, it was actually built 300 years after his death in the 5th century. A large amount of Saxon, Viking and other archaeological remains have been found in the area. Lancaster Museum contains many of these. Nowadays it is a very tranquil spot where, if you tread quietly, rabbits are often to be seen.
This is St. Peter's Church in the village. There is a Viking hogback stone inside, apparently (I have never thought to look for it but I will on my next visit).