Showing posts with label Good Things in Wales. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Good Things in Wales. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
A house in the country
You don't have to live like they tell you.
I like Wales. It's close to the Fam.
Maybe these nice hippies in Wales wouldn't mind a little Gregorian Chant or a little chapel...
(I wonder if you can do a vaulted ceiling and pointed arches in straw bales.)
I grew some wonderful squashes this summer. And I did the same thing, go out to the patch and give it a little encouraging pat and a pep talk.
It sort of seems like Wales is a place to live if you don't want to live like they tell you.
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Life in the country
I really miss the English country.
The Countryside Alliance does good work.
And check out those cool Welsh accents!
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The Countryside Alliance does good work.
And check out those cool Welsh accents!
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Monday, December 01, 2008
Missing England
I was sitting in the St. Philip room the other day, casually surrounded by Renaissance splendour, when I found myself suddenly longing for a fry-up in a cafe in Chester. For the sound of Cheshire accents. For an afternoon spent stomping around the fields in my wellies. For a day book shopping on the Chester wall. For crumpets. For a beer in my aunt's kitchen.
...
I'm homesick.
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Things I miss, (not in order of precedence).
Proper manly Norman ruins. (Not these yippity-skip fluted columns and fat baroque flying infants.)
Beeston
Beeston again
The wildflowers:
Cowslips
Lesser Celandine
Wood Anemones
Daffs in March
touch-me-nots
Being at home:
Christmas in my little house.
and with the mad fam.
Uncle Mike on the Pontycyllte aquaduct
Stomping around the country in my wellies:
on the Sandstone ridge
on the Sandstone Trail
more of the trail
from Maiden Castle
pheasants
The village:
The village
St. Alban's
row cottages in the village
Random things:
the deanery of Chester Cathedral
the nicest English nuns in the world
Nice English friends.
The canals:
narrow boats
The Food.
Ohhhhh! bacon and black pudding! Yes, I miss the food. Something fierce!
Oh, how I long for a fry-up!
...
I'm homesick.
* ~ * ~ *
Things I miss, (not in order of precedence).
Proper manly Norman ruins. (Not these yippity-skip fluted columns and fat baroque flying infants.)
Beeston
Beeston again
The wildflowers:
Cowslips
Lesser Celandine
Wood Anemones
Daffs in March
touch-me-nots
Being at home:
Christmas in my little house.
and with the mad fam.
Uncle Mike on the Pontycyllte aquaduct
Stomping around the country in my wellies:
on the Sandstone ridge
on the Sandstone Trail
more of the trail
from Maiden Castle
pheasants
The village:
The village
St. Alban's
row cottages in the village
Random things:
the deanery of Chester Cathedral
the nicest English nuns in the world
Nice English friends.
The canals:
narrow boats
The Food.
Ohhhhh! bacon and black pudding! Yes, I miss the food. Something fierce!
Oh, how I long for a fry-up!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Walsingham, Oh farewell!
Pray for the conversion of England.
From the Walsingham Project
Weep, weep, O Walsingham
Whose days are nights,
Blessings turned to blasphemies,
Holy deeds to despites.
Sin is where Our Lady sat,
Heaven turned into hell,
Satan sits where Our Lord did sway,
Walsingham, oh farewell!
England was not to remain merry for long. In 1538, twenty years after his last visit, Henry VIII saw to the proclamation of his Oath of Supremacy, thereby tearing England from the Holy See of Rome. The Protestant Revolution exploded on the continent. Needing funds, Henry turned and crushed any opposition from the monasteries and religious orders. Walsingham was one of the first to capitulate to the king's commands, and the canons who surrendered the Walsingham lands were awarded generous pensions. Only two canons refused. They were promptly martyred.
But Henry and Cranmer were not satisfied. Accusing the shrines of idolatry, the soldiers of the king pillaged the holy places of England and Wales, carting the statues and sacred articles back to London. In 1538, military divisions were sent into Walsingham to destroy it. The canons and Grey-Friars tried to defend the shrine, desperately pleading their immunity. All in vain. The priory was torn down, the buildings ravaged. The monks and canons who continued to resist were hung, drawn and quartered on a field now known as Martyr's Field.
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In a happier vein:
Mary in Monmouth is a blog I've just discovered about the Christian history of Wales.
A site tracing the Catholic life and history of the Ancient Kingdom of Gwent, now known as Monmouthshire,UK from Silurian times. Linked to Mary in Monmouth download free from iTunes Store or RSS feed at end of this blog.Also MaryinMonmouth Group of Face book. Photographs of interesting places. Some Catechesis. Strength of site is in tracing obscure Gwentian saints and martyrs and digging out gems from forgotten sites.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Caldey: the Holy Isle II
We spent as much time on the beach as the weather allowed. But with the rain clouds building up, we thought it time for a cuppa and a slice of cake in the monks' tea garden in the little village.
The village is the real thing, and for hundreds of years, lay people have lived on the island to aid the monks in their work cultivating the land for a bit of income. There is a medieval fish pond, now somewhat reduced in size and containing mostly water lillies,
ducks and moor hens. (BTW: click on the pics to make them big).
The post office contains the small but very interesting museum that has artifacts of the island's human inhabitants going back to the neolithic. There are a couple of skulls in cases where the note says they were found in a cave on one side of the island where human beings lived or camped 40,000 years ago. Quite a good collection of flint tools and some bronze age things. As well as photos of the island's Victorian and early 20th century inhabitants.
The post office on Caldey Island is possibly the only one in the Kingdom with a crucifix on the back wall.
The islanders live now mostly in a set of cottages in the village, shaded by the woods (planted recently, in the old days, the island was pretty much treeless) and the monastery, up on its hill.
One of the ancient stone cottages, dating probably to Norman times.
Modern cottages and the village green.
Some of the cottages are the traditional Welsh stone kind, but some of them closely resembled the sort of thing that is common on the Gulf Islands of British Columbia.
One of the ladies who worked in the monks' perfume shop said she had lived on the island for 37 years, having been born and raised in Tenby. She said that on a clear day with a good set of binoculars, she could see if her mother was at home watching telly.
There are three churches, all of which are still in use, on the island. St. David's parish church, a Norman chapel built to serve the spiritual needs of the lay islanders.
This is also where the small cemetery is. I noted that the grave markers were of both monks and laymen. The last one said below its cross "Stone ossuary containing ancient human remains".
Swallows were nesting, and swooping madly in and out, in the rafters of St. David's. Due to bad timing and lack of planning, we managed to miss every one of the religious services on the island, but Mass is offered here every day. There was a sign on the door asking visitors not to close the door to allow the swallows in and out.
Just outside the gate of the churchyard of St. David's there is a garden with a sign saying that in the very early days of the Celtic monks, (4th century), this area was the monks' herb and vegetable garden.
The sign said that in those days the ocean came right up to the base of the hill, which would have left the island much smaller then. (Those monks must have been doing some kind of heavy industry back then to have created all those greenhouse gases and causing global warming. Who knew?)
The real treat was the short climb up the hill to the Old Priory, formerly a fortified Norman mansion, where the monks lived until the Dissolution.
Here, St Illtyd's Church is still in use, built on the site of the ancient Celtic monastic chapel. To the left you can see the Norman arch that leads into the courtyard of the house that was the Benedictines' monastic enclosure. The short spire to the left is actually a medieval chimney for the large fireplace inside, which means that the house was very modern and well-built indeed.
and the medieval monks' choir stalls are still there.
There is a sign on the door that says that a novena of Masses is offered for the intentions of everyone who prays in this chapel. The sanctuary, which is a single stone vault probably dating to the 7th century, contained a victorian organ,
several small kneelers
and an altar.
The walls and furnishings are festooned with little slips of paper upon which people had asked for the monks' prayers. This is the ancient stone piscina.
The small nave of St Illtyd's was built later, at the same time as the house,
and contains one stained glass window (modern)
and an ancient megalithic stone, the Caldey Stone. Inscribed upon this is an inscription in a Celtic language, but, most fascinating of all, it also has
Oghams on the side.
The stone was dug up in an adjacent field, thought to have been a Celtic burial ground. For many years its historical importance was not recognized and it was used as a windowsill, later becoming a garden seat.
I'd read about Oghams as a child and was fascinated by what I thought was probably the most obscure (and impractical)form of writing ever created by man. I never thought I'd get to see any close up; still less to touch them.
A closer view of the entry arch next the church. To the left you can see the doorway that leads into what seems to have been the monks' warming room, with a large stone hearth and the chimney. Above this is a loft accessible by a set of stone steps on the outside.
Going inside, the arch leads to the inner courtyard, one side of which is formed by the nave of the church. Note the beach pebble pathways and flooring. Must have been more than a little penitential to kneel on.
Standing in the small courtyard, looking back at the warming room house.
Looking towards the church from inside the courtyard. The buildings to the left were clearly dormitories, refectory and possibly chapter house.
The front of the house, as you come up the hill. The front garden is walled around and is now no more than weeds, but the arches are there.
Those who are fond of Norman architecture will love the Old Priory buildings. Lots of lovely stone Norman and pointed gothic arches.
Apart from the ancient vaulted sanctuary (formerly the entire church) of St. Illtyd's, this is the oldest part of the Old Priory buildings, the Prior's Tower, thought to have been built as a fortified house by Robert Fitzmartin, to whom Caldey was given by Henry I.
The spire of St. Illtyd's was a later addition, only 14th century.
The front of the house from the other side of the mill pond with St. Illtyd's spire.
The village is the real thing, and for hundreds of years, lay people have lived on the island to aid the monks in their work cultivating the land for a bit of income. There is a medieval fish pond, now somewhat reduced in size and containing mostly water lillies,
ducks and moor hens. (BTW: click on the pics to make them big).
The post office contains the small but very interesting museum that has artifacts of the island's human inhabitants going back to the neolithic. There are a couple of skulls in cases where the note says they were found in a cave on one side of the island where human beings lived or camped 40,000 years ago. Quite a good collection of flint tools and some bronze age things. As well as photos of the island's Victorian and early 20th century inhabitants.
The post office on Caldey Island is possibly the only one in the Kingdom with a crucifix on the back wall.
The islanders live now mostly in a set of cottages in the village, shaded by the woods (planted recently, in the old days, the island was pretty much treeless) and the monastery, up on its hill.
One of the ancient stone cottages, dating probably to Norman times.
Modern cottages and the village green.
Some of the cottages are the traditional Welsh stone kind, but some of them closely resembled the sort of thing that is common on the Gulf Islands of British Columbia.
One of the ladies who worked in the monks' perfume shop said she had lived on the island for 37 years, having been born and raised in Tenby. She said that on a clear day with a good set of binoculars, she could see if her mother was at home watching telly.
There are three churches, all of which are still in use, on the island. St. David's parish church, a Norman chapel built to serve the spiritual needs of the lay islanders.
This is also where the small cemetery is. I noted that the grave markers were of both monks and laymen. The last one said below its cross "Stone ossuary containing ancient human remains".
Swallows were nesting, and swooping madly in and out, in the rafters of St. David's. Due to bad timing and lack of planning, we managed to miss every one of the religious services on the island, but Mass is offered here every day. There was a sign on the door asking visitors not to close the door to allow the swallows in and out.
Just outside the gate of the churchyard of St. David's there is a garden with a sign saying that in the very early days of the Celtic monks, (4th century), this area was the monks' herb and vegetable garden.
The sign said that in those days the ocean came right up to the base of the hill, which would have left the island much smaller then. (Those monks must have been doing some kind of heavy industry back then to have created all those greenhouse gases and causing global warming. Who knew?)
The real treat was the short climb up the hill to the Old Priory, formerly a fortified Norman mansion, where the monks lived until the Dissolution.
Here, St Illtyd's Church is still in use, built on the site of the ancient Celtic monastic chapel. To the left you can see the Norman arch that leads into the courtyard of the house that was the Benedictines' monastic enclosure. The short spire to the left is actually a medieval chimney for the large fireplace inside, which means that the house was very modern and well-built indeed.
and the medieval monks' choir stalls are still there.
There is a sign on the door that says that a novena of Masses is offered for the intentions of everyone who prays in this chapel. The sanctuary, which is a single stone vault probably dating to the 7th century, contained a victorian organ,
several small kneelers
and an altar.
The walls and furnishings are festooned with little slips of paper upon which people had asked for the monks' prayers. This is the ancient stone piscina.
The small nave of St Illtyd's was built later, at the same time as the house,
and contains one stained glass window (modern)
and an ancient megalithic stone, the Caldey Stone. Inscribed upon this is an inscription in a Celtic language, but, most fascinating of all, it also has
Oghams on the side.
The stone was dug up in an adjacent field, thought to have been a Celtic burial ground. For many years its historical importance was not recognized and it was used as a windowsill, later becoming a garden seat.
I'd read about Oghams as a child and was fascinated by what I thought was probably the most obscure (and impractical)form of writing ever created by man. I never thought I'd get to see any close up; still less to touch them.
A closer view of the entry arch next the church. To the left you can see the doorway that leads into what seems to have been the monks' warming room, with a large stone hearth and the chimney. Above this is a loft accessible by a set of stone steps on the outside.
Going inside, the arch leads to the inner courtyard, one side of which is formed by the nave of the church. Note the beach pebble pathways and flooring. Must have been more than a little penitential to kneel on.
Standing in the small courtyard, looking back at the warming room house.
Looking towards the church from inside the courtyard. The buildings to the left were clearly dormitories, refectory and possibly chapter house.
The front of the house, as you come up the hill. The front garden is walled around and is now no more than weeds, but the arches are there.
Those who are fond of Norman architecture will love the Old Priory buildings. Lots of lovely stone Norman and pointed gothic arches.
Apart from the ancient vaulted sanctuary (formerly the entire church) of St. Illtyd's, this is the oldest part of the Old Priory buildings, the Prior's Tower, thought to have been built as a fortified house by Robert Fitzmartin, to whom Caldey was given by Henry I.
The spire of St. Illtyd's was a later addition, only 14th century.
The front of the house from the other side of the mill pond with St. Illtyd's spire.
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