Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Flat day and Winchelsea on the hill.
I don't think much else will happen today, so I will do my blog earlier than usual.
In truth, not much has happened at all today.
Bill has worked very hard - housework, mowing grass, cleaning car, watering plants and so on.
I was busy this morning on paperwork and accounts.
I did a brief blog for Pilgrim's Antiques.
http://pilgrimsantiquesweststreetdorking.blogspot.com/
This afternoon I have started to feel cold.
We would chuckle at Mam, in Thailand, for reaching for a cardigan if the temperature dropped a few degrees below the 30 that she is accustomed to.
We have dropped about 10 degrees since yesterday and I have started to shiver!
I have lost all my energy with the heat loss.
I am sitting here with a pre dinner Dubonnet, hoping to put some life back into my body.
And now to look back at Winchelsea, a town that was once by the sea. It was severely damaged in a great storm of 1200 and something.
And it was decided to rebuild on a hill with quite rigid town planning - a square grid pattern.
The houses are old and lovely.
This is The High Street.
We were not troubled with traffic or visitors.
There were some very beautiful stained glass windows in the church. These windows have stories to tell.
A wonderful tapestry was created within the parish to celebrate the millennium.
The Bible is the core of church life.
I think there are many words for "prayer".
The carved head of Edward II - protecting a nobleman who was laid to rest here.
It has not just been noblemen buried in Winchelsea.
And now a slightly "Goony" picture"
Bill is standing by the old town well. The notices explain when people could use the well - daylight hours and not on Sundays.
The grand house by the old well - with a fascinating drive way made from tile and pebbles.
These tiled houses were in Barrack Street.
There are 2 stone gateways into Winchelsea.
In truth, not much has happened at all today.
Bill has worked very hard - housework, mowing grass, cleaning car, watering plants and so on.
I was busy this morning on paperwork and accounts.
I did a brief blog for Pilgrim's Antiques.
http://pilgrimsantiquesweststreetdorking.blogspot.com/
This afternoon I have started to feel cold.
We would chuckle at Mam, in Thailand, for reaching for a cardigan if the temperature dropped a few degrees below the 30 that she is accustomed to.
We have dropped about 10 degrees since yesterday and I have started to shiver!
I have lost all my energy with the heat loss.
I am sitting here with a pre dinner Dubonnet, hoping to put some life back into my body.
And now to look back at Winchelsea, a town that was once by the sea. It was severely damaged in a great storm of 1200 and something.
And it was decided to rebuild on a hill with quite rigid town planning - a square grid pattern.
The houses are old and lovely.
This is The High Street.
We were not troubled with traffic or visitors.
The church was built when the town was built.
Some parts are now ruins.
It truly was one of the loveliest churches we have visited.
It was a building with a deep sense of history and spiritual atmosphere.
I could imagine attending services here, not for all the dogma of the Christian church, which I am not sure about, but for spiritual solace.
If there is a God, then He could be speaking to me in such a building.
If there is a God, then He could be speaking to me in such a building.
Just as He can speak to me out in the country and on hill tops and looking at the sea.
There were some very beautiful stained glass windows in the church. These windows have stories to tell.
This window is dedicated to the crew of the lifeboat, Mary Stanford, whose crew all perished during an attempted rescue in 1928.
A wonderful tapestry was created within the parish to celebrate the millennium.
This section shows the lifeboat disaster window.
The Bible is the core of church life.
There was a time when I would read it regularly and so, I can understand what it means to believers.
I think there are many words for "prayer".
I believe that there is some purpose in thinking and focusing on positive thoughts and directing those thoughts where they might most be needed.
The candle is a symbol of so many things - and I love to light candles in a church and in our home.
The carved head of Edward II - protecting a nobleman who was laid to rest here.
I should know my own family history better.
King Edward II is, I think one of my very many great grandfathers.
I am sure Roger can put me right.
It has not just been noblemen buried in Winchelsea.
Of course local men and women of all stations in life are laid in the church yard.
And Spike Milligan.
We had a look at his grave, uttering a few Ying Tongs for the good of his soul!
The man in the museum, who lives in The High Street opposite the church commented that he was not sure why a man of Catholic Irish roots and not of the parish should be buried in Winchelsea.
I guess Spike saw what I saw and had the means to pay for his desired last resting place. He lived only a few miles away.
And now a slightly "Goony" picture"
And like a true Milliganesque sort of thing, it is quirky and thoughtful at the same time.
Bill has renovated a couple of these Muffin the Mules.
The first one was in 1987 and he proudly showed his mother the finished article in the hospital, shortly before she died.
Bill is standing by the old town well. The notices explain when people could use the well - daylight hours and not on Sundays.
The grand house by the old well - with a fascinating drive way made from tile and pebbles.
These tiled houses were in Barrack Street.
There are 2 stone gateways into Winchelsea.
We took loads more photos of course. More houses, more views of the church, more stained glass windows and so on.
I tend to pick out a selection which tells the story of a few hours.
Tonight I feel weary and with a sore throat - surely I am not going to get a bug now!
But I didn't take echinacea tablets away with me and felt I should reduce the dose through the summer. Perhaps it was a bad idea.
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