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St Matthew, Normanton, Rutland
Another bike ride in England's smallest county yesterday. Sixteen churches altogether, which sounds a lot, but churches in Rutland are refreshingly close together, and generally open, although I did find two yesterday that said they were open and weren't, and one that said it wasn't, but was.
Part two.
From Tickencote I headed westwards now towards Rutland Water, catching my first glimpse of it after about three miles from a hill top looking down into Empingham, where the tall stone church spire spiked up through boilings of trees and rustic chimney pots as if going for first prize in a 'Typical images of Rutland' competition. I hurtled down the hill into the long main street of the village, and as usually happens the church now disappeared, hidden by other buildings. Hazarding that the older part of the village might be below the top road (hazarding is always my last resort before bothering to get out my map) I coasted down, the buildings got older, and there was the church.
It looked vaguely familiar, a huge church, its big tower and spire hard against the road, the church beyond opening out into transepts and a tall chancel as it climbed the slope. Overwhelmingly a Perpendicular church which you enter up urban steps through the west door, and the feeling is thus that of a French church (was this the reason for the sense of the familiar?). Inside, the wide open interior is at first sight entirely modern, but a homely restoration, no Victorian pomp and grandeur here. All the harsh Victorian pews have thankfully been replaced with modern chairs. There are earlier survivals, including a few fragments of that rare thing in Rutland, medieval glass, in the north transept, and beautiful decorative wallpainting and a Saint in the splay of the window in the south transept behind the organ - I wonder how many people notice that? (I congratulate myself here as compensation for missing the wallpainting of a Saint at Lyddington two weeks ago).
I headed down the hill to the main road ahead of me, which was the A606 between Stamford and Nottingham - aha! This was the road I used to take regularly when going to visit friends in Castle Donington, and turning back I saw again the familiar view of that great tower and spire from the corner, a landmark on the busy road. The traffic rushed though, as I had once, and I remembered thinking to myself that I would visit this church one day. Well, now I had, without realising it.
I headed onto the A606 for a while, then turned off southwards to the road which runs parallel to the eastern end of Rutland Water. This was a busy, climbing road, not particularly pleasant. However, a couple of times there were gateways in the hedges (hedges rather than stone walls in this part of Rutland) which gave spectacular views out over the water. Between the road and the water was the cycleway which circumnavigates Rutland Water, and I looked down on dozens of cyclists in hard hats and fluorescent jackets, glumly pumping away and weaving between the walkers, many of whom were also wearing fluorescent jackets (why?) and I was very glad to be up on the busy road.
Eventually I came down onto the Normanton edge of the Water, with its car parks, cafés, gift shops, and the like. I shouldn't be snobbish, and most of these people were on their well-deserved annual holidays camping or B&Bing locally, or on enjoyable day trips from Leicester and Peterborough, all contributing to the local economy. But crowds like these are not why I go on bike rides. I joined the weaving cyclists, many of whom seemed to have merely the slightest acquaintance with the Highway Code ('we pass on the left in this country, mate') for half a mile to reach what remains of Normanton church.
The sight of the church is so familiar from photographs, stuck out on its peninsula in the water and buried half in the gravel, but is nonetheless dramatic for that. The work of Thomas Cundy pére et fils in the 1820s, an entirely urban Georgian church, an adaptation of their design for St John Smith Square in London. It is as if that church has come on holiday and is going for a paddle.
When they flooded the valley in the 1970s, tiny Normanton was one of two villages lost (the other was Nether Hambleton) but its church survived - just. It actually sits atop the dam, but even so its lower half is below water level and has been filled in with concrete, the windows of the clerestory now forming the windows of the church. A causeway goes out to it. All the burials were removed from the graveyard and cremated with due ceremony. For a while the church was a visitor centre, with a display about the making of Rutland Water, but this obviously didn't bring in enough cash because the displays have been removed and the structure is hired out as a venue to those who can afford it. It certainly looks classy, if you turn your back on the ice cream hut. You can still go inside if nothing is on, but today they were preparing for a wedding, so the causeway was as close as I could get.
It was barely a mile to my next port of call, the pretty village of Edith Weston. Generally in Rutland, the further west you go the prettier the villages get, as if escaping the influence of puritan East Anglia and submerging themselves in the opulent lushness of the Wolds which are making their journey from south-west to north-east England. And here was St Mary's church, a delightful church, not over-large but with a tall tower and a short, slender spire, set in a pretty graveyard and looking idiosyncratic - the main view from the south features three crossed gables in a row, the porch, the south transept and a 19th Century chancel chapel.
You step inside to light and late Norman splendour in the arcades and chancel arch. The chancel beyond is late Victorian, but still splendid and idiosyncratic, cross-vaulted in an obvious imitation of the chancel at Tickencote. The icing on the cake is a lovely range of 20th Century glass, from Hugh Arnold through Paul Woodroffe to that finest of 21st Century stained glass artists, Pippa Blackall. The cherry is the splendid and absurd memorial to Sir Gilbert Heathcote which explodes at the west end of the north aisle. Further east in the same aisle is a memorial plaque to the bodies removed from Normanton graveyard. All in all, church of the day so far.
And now I headed west again along the northern perimeter of RAF North Luffenham, in the general direction of Lyndon.
To be continued.
Summer in Southside - final day on Sunday 30th August 2015. Rain didn't stop the activities here! Even got a leaflet!
Hurst Street
Missing - street art and statue
Marilyn Monroe
Using Altenew Painted Butterflies and Label Love.
Also used some Hero Arts Dye Inks!
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This is a copy of a sculpture by Karl Duldig, that has gone missing somewhere in Melbourne. If you find it let the Duldig Studio people know! For more information about this interesting site see www.duldig.org.au
A lot happened between the time we ate at Taki's Restarant in Erie and we got on the road home Sunday Morning. Let me explain. No. Let me sum up.
We went back to the campsite for a nappy-nap in our hammocks. Before taking said nap, we decided to put everything we had with us - including my camera bag and all of my clothes - into our tents and tarp them over for the "showers" that were approaching.
When everything was just so, we went to our respective hammocks for a nap. When the showers started, I was almost asleep. It was nice, though...the pitter-patter of rain on the tents, the sound of the waves from Lake Erie, the cool breeze...
...and then the skies opened up. Showers? I think not. This was a THREE HOUR DOWNPOUR. Now...this would not be so bad if we would have thought to leave our RAIN GEAR outside the tents. But no, we were already soaked to the bone before we could get our dry clothes out. (Our tents opened from the top, so in order to open them up to get something, you'd have to expose everything in the tent to the elements...great design)
So we spent the next three hours making the best of it; walking around in the rain and walking down to the docks and walking back to the site and walking to the edge of the lake and, eventually, screaming at the heavens to please just fucking cut it out.
And eventually, it did. The sun even made an appearance, and our spirits raised. We took off on a 30-something mile ride to Ohio to go to Red Lobster for dinner.
While there, the skies opened again, and this time there were really strong winds. We could see trees bending over outside the window. I started to freak a little...were the tents even going to be there when we got back? If they were there, would they be flooded? I hadn't slept real well in that thing when it was dry and warm out, now I was going to have to sleep in this flooded, tarped coffin of a tent? Oh no. No. We needed to get a damned motel room. Screw this.
John humored me and called a motel. We even called our campground hoping a cabin was available. No dice. So we decided to go back and just hunker down for the night.
We arrived back to find our tents were there, and they were dry. What a relief. So no campfire...so what? We sat around a lit sterno and I had three beers and then we retired to the tents, hoping the morning wouldn't be too terrible so we wouldn't have to break camp in pouring rain.
Sunday Morning
It rained overnight, and sleeping with no air circulating had gotten the best of us both. John woke at 3am to just pull the tarp off his, and I rigged mine with a bungee cord tied to - what else - an electrical box so that there could be air movement into the tent. But when we emerged in the morning, it wasn't raining, and John was able to pack up in dry weather. I was a bit more unorganized, and so it started raining by the time I was done. But anyway, we got our waterlogged gear onto the bikes and headed out.
The road into the campground was a muddy, slippery mess. Forgot to mention that. So with the extra weight of our wet-assed gear on our bikes, we cut across the grassy field and only took the mud road for about half the distance to the main road. Once we reached the main road, however, something was wrong...it still felt like I was on uneven mud.
To be continued...
Many notices were put up around the scene of the Grenfell Tower fire tragedy to help find missing persons from the tower. Bramley Road, London (near Latimer Road underground station). June 16, 2017.
1. bakery, 2. Sunset over Lombard St, San Francisco, 3. Vital Italian Photography, 4. 10, 5. DSC01605 - Sparrow playing accordion on Haight street (San Francisco), 6. Vesuvio Transfer, 7. City Lights, 8. Giving Tree, 9. :, 10. buddha, 11. From San Francisco, 12. Vespa on Valencia, 13. Two huge paintings of the "Beat era" & iron work art at Enrico's, San Francisco, 14. Little Italy, 15. twenty-two, 16. Untitled
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I know that all of you have been waiting for one of these. Sorry it's been a while.
Part of the Peas Project
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The missing generation.
In many of the ethnic minority villages of southwest China, there was a noticeable absence of the "middle" generation. Young children would commonly be seen only with their grandparents. In China's environment of rapid modernization and economic growth, young working adults are finding more lucrative employment opportunities outside of their traditional villages in nearby cities.
Guizhou province, China. 2006
Tiffany Ann Trull
5'2"
148 lbs
Last seen: 2/28/20
Last known location: Cherokee Farms exit off Alcoa Hwy
Possible sightings in Old City area around 9pm walking near Barley's
Any info contact KPD 865-215-7000
Knoxville, TN. 030820.
Not for missing people, but all those gigs and performances that didn’t happen since these went up last spring. Seen at Common Ground, Oxford today.
I started with three kits, 2 hexagonal kits and one square kit, one square add on kit (very hard to find) and two hexagonal add on kits. Some parts were missing in the square kit. Such as roof details and the base walls and pillars. thankfully the frames were there or the roof and sidewalk sections.
And missing my friends there. And the warm weather.
Also missing my camera :-( I've had to send it into Canon for recalibration and I wanted to upload something today.
Memories, oh sweet memories
Make me see you, oh so passionately
Not for one day have I lost my faith
That sometime soon in your love I'll bathe
You make me smile, you make me cry
You make me want to jump up and touch the sky
You make me dream, you make it seem
As though I've been touched by angel's wing
I'm flying high, and you're beside me
Smiling at me, oh so beautifully
We're flying into the future with high speed
For anything other feeling no need
The best memories are yet to come
When both of our lives become one
The present will turn into the past
The future will make us want to gasp
My yearning for you won't ever stop
My loving for you won't ever drop
The soul in me won't ever let go
My body and mind will always love
My feet, my hands my everything
With your soul and body will make a link
So much will come, so much will pass
A vision of you and me laying on the grass
Everything is perfect, there's a shooting star
But nothing could be more beautiful then you are
Then moon is smiling, the sun has set
Me and you together, our eyes met
The feelings are there, the fire is burning
you are always in my mind
i always do think about YOU
today you are not with me... but still i wanna say... i really LOVE you.
في المساء
يتفتح شوقي إليك
حقلاً من أزهار الجنون الليلية
آه , كل تلك الأسوار بيننا
آه بيني وبين وجهك
ليل طويل من الفراق
وريثما يطلع الصباح
ستلفني الكوابيس كـ الكفن
وسـ أستيقظ كـ العادة على صوتي
وآنا أنادي إسمك
وتحلم بك احـلامي ,,,
Currently annoying the neighbours with these. Three guitars missing from this line-up. Will have to get them all out for a party soon...
Anastasia Nikolaevna was the Grand Duchess of Russia born in 1901. She was one of the princesses to the last Tsar of Russia before the country was overturned to communism. Her family was captured and taken elsewhere as prisoners. In 1917, they died in a massacre; shot to death. She was 17.
Anastasia is most known for the stories of her surviving the shooting and living in secrecy. There were numerous searches for her and people claiming to the Grand Duchess. Thanks to DNA technology, we discovered that Anastasia did not survive the shooting.
In 1981, Anastasia and her family were canonized as holy martyrs by the Russian Orthodox Church. In 2000, they were canonized as passion bearers.
Model: Kelly SIlberman
Makeup: Elizabeth Martinez
Costume and Props: Kelly and Duy
1 year, 12 months, 365 days, 8760 hours, 525600 minutes, 31536000 seconds, every day, every night, every time, I always miss you.
I can't believe I'm having to tell this story but I have lost my D300 and 18-20mm vr lens! That's right, this is not a typo or some sick joke.
When we arrived at our gliding club on Friday evening it was pretty late. As I got out of the passenger side of the aircraft I picked up my camera as I normally would. The baggage compartment is on the other side of the aircraft and Paul unloaded our baggage onto the ground there. This is where I would normally have put my camera down but Brac decided to get out my side which is unusual as he normally always gets out on the other side of the aircraft so I had to put the camera down on the ground to help lift him out. I knew as I put it down that I would forget it if I didn't pick it up again straight away but I got sidetracked by a friend who came to meet us. He offered to help put the cover on the aircraft so I got involved with that first. I then helped Paul carry the baggage to the caravan.
Next morning I realised I did not have my camera. I went over to the aircraft but the camera was not there. I searched it inside and out. I enquired in the office and the club house but no joy. I asked all around the site but still nothing. Reluctantly I reported it to the police as lost.
There were two compact flash cards in the bag both of which have my name and phone number written on them but no calls have come through.
I made one last call to the police again today in case it had been handed in but no joy.
That the camera was on the grass in it's bag on Friday evening is definite. that it is not there now nor was on Saturday is also definite. What happened in between is speculation but it was too heavy to be carried off by a fox.
I have since reported it to my insurance company but the out of hours call centre could not say if it would be covered and by what degree so I will have to wait until the claims adjuster contacts me tomorrow.
I can't tell you just how gutted and stupid I feel.
I only wish there was some way of tracing it through it's serial number should it ever be sold on or taken in for repair as I feel sure it must be in someone's possession.
A rush shot from the upstairs window, First West Yorkshire 36182 is seen here with the Green line branding missing off the front. I think all 98 of the 12 plate Gemini's look smart and like they mean business. Anyway, it is leaving on the 9:35 Leeds Bus Station - Guiseley White Cross service, 10:12 Westfield