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The National Museum of Scotland, Edinburgh, Scotland, was formed in 2006 with the merger of the new Museum of Scotland, with collections relating to Scottish antiquities, culture and history, and the adjacent Royal Museum (so renamed in 1995), with collections covering science and technology, natural history, and world cultures. The two connected buildings stand beside each other on Chambers Street, by the intersection with the George IV Bridge, in central Edinburgh. The museum is part of National Museums Scotland. Admission is free.
The entry fee to witnessing sunrise at Takhlakh Lake was being massacred by millions of mosquitoes. It's beautiful but I'll never come back at this time of year.
On Me
Clothes: Evol - Jefe Outfit // FATPACK
LM: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Etienne%20Island/120/131/136
➡️Rigged for legacy and Jake. Jefe is a 5-piece set consisting of jeans, cropped hoodie, undershirt, chrome heart keychain and BB bullet belt.
Body: [LEGACY] Meshbody (m) Special Edition (1.7.1)
Head: LeLUTKA Camden Head 4.0
Now that the black and white challenge is over (for me) I can admit that I actually prefer this image in colour. So here it is.
I was on the bridge when a man with a camera came rushing past and quickly said "its going up, five minutes". It took me a moment to digest and understand what he'd said, but when the penny dropped I followed him round to the riverside. I don't think the bridge is raised very often nowadays so I was grateful to him.
The sailing barge making way under the bridge is The Ardwina which has been fully restored in traditional manner, based at St. Katherine Docks.
A relatively new addition to the Cleveland Bay/Rowes Bay shoreline. The structure skirts the old Jezzine Barracks.
Admission ... the sky has been changed!
The Art Gallery of New South Wales (AGNSW), founded as the New South Wales Academy of Art in 1872 and known as the National Art Gallery of New South Wales between 1883 and 1958, is located in The Domain in Sydney, New South Wales, Australia. It is the most important public gallery in Sydney and one of the largest in Australia. The Gallery's first public exhibition opened in 1874. Admission is free to the general exhibition space, which displays Australian art (including Indigenous Australian art), European and Asian art. A dedicated Asian Gallery was opened in 2003. In 1883 John Horbury Hunt, an architect in private practice, was engaged by the Gallery's Trustees to design a permanent gallery. Though Hunt submitted four detailed designs in various styles between 1884 and 1895, his work came to nothing apart from a temporary building in The Domain. With raw brick walls and a saw-tooth roof, it was denounced in the press as the "Art Barn". Newly appointed Government Architect, Walter Liberty Vernon, secured the prestigious commission over John Horbury Hunt in 1895. Vernon believed that the Gothic style admitted greater individuality and richness 'not obtainable in the colder and unbending lines of Pagan Classic.' The Trustees were not convinced and demanded a classical temple to art, not unlike William Henry Playfair's Scottish National Gallery, Edinburgh, opened in 1859. Vernon's building, housing eight daylight lit courts, was built in four stages. The first stage was commenced in 1896 and opened in May 1897. By 1901 the entire southern half of the building was finished. Vernon proposed that his oval lobby lead into an equally imposing Central Court. His plans were not accepted. Until 1969 his lobby led, by a short descent from the entrance level, to the three 'temporary' northern galleries designed by Hunt. In 1909 the front of the Gallery was finished and after this date nothing more was built of Vernon's designs. In the 1930s plans were suggested for the completion of this part of the Gallery but the Great Depression and other financial constraints lead to their abandonment. In 1871 the collection started with the acquisition by The Art Society of some large works from Europe such as Ford Madox Brown's Chaucer at the Court of Edward III. Later they bought work from Australian artists such as Streeton's 1891 Fire's On, Roberts' 1894 The Golden Fleece and McCubbin's 1896 On the Wallaby Track. S10N_356
Lingyin Temple (simplified Chinese: 灵隐寺; traditional Chinese: 靈隱寺; pinyin: Língyǐn Sì) is a Buddhist temple of the Chan sect located north-west of Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province, China. The temple's name is commonly translated into English as Temple of the Soul's Retreat, which is a literal translation of the Chinese. It is one of the largest and wealthiest Buddhist temples in China, and contains numerous pagodas and Buddhist grottoes.
The monastery is the largest of several temples in the Wulin Mountains (Chinese: 武林山; Pinyin: Wǔlínshān), which also features many grottos and religious rock carvings, the most famous of which is the Feilai Feng (Traditional Chinese: 飛來峰石窟; Simplified Chinese:飞来峰石窟; literally: "the peak that flew hither").
According to tradition, the monastery was founded in 328 AD during the Eastern Jin dynasty (266–420) by an Indian monk, named Huili in Chinese. From its inception, Lingyin was a famous monastery in the Jiangnan region.
During the Cultural Revolution, the temple and grounds suffered damage at the hands of red guards, but the students of Zhejiang University tried to protect the temple. The temple managed to avoid large scale destruction partly because of the instructions of Premier Zhou Enlai.
Today the temple is thriving as a destination for both pilgrims and tourists. It is regarded as one of the wealthiest monasteries in China, and regular pilgrims have included former paramount leader Deng Xiaoping.
The Wuling Mountains area is a major centre of Chan Buddhism in south-eastern China. A number of smaller temples are also located in the area. Today, Lingyin and the surrounding areas are marketed as the Lingyin-Feilai Feng Scenic Area, with ticketed admission.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lingyin_Temple
www.viajeachina.com/atracciones-de-hangzhou/templo-lingyi...
www.thechinaguide.com/es/sight/lingyin-temple
El templo de Lingyin (chino simplificado: 灵隐寺; chino tradicional: 靈隱寺; pinyin: Língyǐn Sì) es un templo budista de la secta Chan situado al noroeste de Hangzhou, en la provincia china de Zhejiang. El nombre del templo se traduce comúnmente al inglés como Temple of the Soul's Retreat (Retiro del Templo del Alma), que es una traducción literal del chino. Es uno de los templos budistas más grandes y ricos de China, y contiene numerosas pagodas y grutas budistas.
El monasterio es el mayor de varios templos de las montañas Wulin (chino: 武林山; pinyin: Wǔlínshān), que también cuenta con numerosas grutas y tallas religiosas en la roca, la más famosa de las cuales es el Feilai Feng (chino tradicional: 飛來峰石窟; chino simplificado:飞来峰石窟; literalmente: "el pico que voló hasta aquí").
Según la tradición, el monasterio fue fundado en el año 328 d.C. durante la dinastía Jin Oriental (266-420) por un monje indio, llamado Huili en chino. Desde sus inicios, Lingyin fue un famoso monasterio de la región de Jiangnan.
Durante la Revolución Cultural, el templo y sus terrenos sufrieron daños a manos de los guardias rojos, pero los estudiantes de la Universidad de Zhejiang intentaron protegerlo. El templo logró evitar la destrucción a gran escala en parte gracias a las instrucciones del primer ministro Zhou Enlai.
En la actualidad, el templo prospera como destino tanto para peregrinos como para turistas. Está considerado uno de los monasterios más ricos de China, y entre sus peregrinos habituales se encuentra el antiguo líder supremo Deng Xiaoping.
La zona de las montañas Wuling es un importante centro del budismo Chan en el sureste de China. En la zona también hay varios templos más pequeños. En la actualidad, Lingyin y sus alrededores se comercializan como Zona Escénica de Lingyin-Feilai Feng, con entrada.
Celebration Time !…April 18th -26th …Free Admission opening weekend April 18th and 19th!… www.nationalparkstraveler.com/2015/04/where-go-what-do-du...
.Our Yosemite Surprise 2 years ago...The overnight snowfall was very light ...but the transformation it created was truly magical!
The Singapore Botanic Gardens is a 160-year-old tropical garden located at the fringe of Singapore's Orchard Road shopping district. It is one of three gardens, and the only tropical garden, to be honoured as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The Botanic Gardens has been ranked Asia's top park attraction since 2013, by TripAdvisor Travellers' Choice Awards. It was declared the inaugural Garden of the Year, International Garden Tourism Awards in 2012, and received Michelin's three-star rating in 2008.
The Botanic Gardens was founded at its present site in 1859 by an agri-horticultural society. It played a pivotal role in the region's rubber trade boom in the early twentieth century, when its first scientific director Henry Nicholas Ridley, headed research into the plant's cultivation. By perfecting the technique of rubber extraction, still in use today, and promoting its economic value to planters in the region, rubber output expanded rapidly. At its height in the 1920s, the Malayan peninsula cornered half of the global latex production.
The National Orchid Garden, within the main gardens, is at the forefront of orchid studies and a pioneer in the cultivation of hybrids, complementing the nation's status as a major exporter of cut orchids. Aided by the equatorial climate, it houses the largest orchid collection of 1,200 species and 2,000 hybrids.
Early in the nation's independence, Singapore Botanic Gardens' expertise helped to transform the island into a tropical Garden City, an image and moniker for which the nation is widely known. In 1981, the hybrid climbing orchid, Vanda Miss Joaquim, was chosen as the nation's national flower. Singapore's "orchid diplomacy" honours visiting head of states, dignitaries and celebrities, by naming its finest hybrids after them; these are displayed at its popular VIP Orchid Gardens.
The Singapore's Botanic Gardens is opened from 5 a.m. to 12 midnight daily. There is no admission fee, except for the National Orchid Garden. More than 10,000 species of flora is spread over its 82-hectares area, which is stretched vertically; the longest distance between the northern and southern ends is 2.5 km (1.6 mi). The Botanic Gardens receives about 4.5 million visitors annually.
Especially in this our 25th year, we are excited to bring you one of the Midwest's largest and most unique free admission living history events to be held at historic Lake Storey Park in Galesburg Illinois. Lake Storey is on the far north side of town, with 430 acres of wooded and rolling lands, all camps are on the shores of a 130 acre lake. Lake Storey Park is an absolutely beautiful location.
Featuring both a Pre-1840 Early American Colonial/Frontier Rendezvous, and a thoroughly fielded Civil War Battle Encampment/ Reenactment, The 25th Galesburg Heritage Days is held at two separate but close venues at Lake Storey Park, all on the same weekend.
Come share in the excitement with almost 1,000 fellow reenactors-living historians and almost 50 merchants and sutlers. Make plans to join us at The 25th Galesburg Heritage Days, a free public admission family friendly event.
Info from, www.galesburgheritagedays.org/
Bok Tower Gardens (also known as Bok Mountain Lake Sanctuary and Singing Tower) is a contemplative garden, and bird sanctuary located north of Lake Wales, Florida, United States. It consists of a 250-acre (100 ha) garden, the 205-foot (62 m) tall Singing Tower with its carillon bells, Pine Ridge Trail, Pinewood Estate, and a visitor center. The tower is built upon Iron Mountain, one of the highest points of peninsular Florida, estimated to be 295 feet (90 m) above sea level. It is a National Historic Landmark that is listed on the National Register of Historic Places, nationally significant for its association with Edward W. Bok and its designers.
Bok Tower Gardens is open daily and an admission fee is charged.
The gardens began in 1921 when a Dutch immigrant, Edward W. Bok, editor of the popular women's magazine Ladies Home Journal and his wife, Mary Louise Curtis Bok, who would found the Curtis Institute of Music in Philadelphia in 1924, were spending the winter beside Florida's Lake Wales Ridge and decided to create a bird sanctuary on its highest hill, 295 feet (90 meters) above sea level.
Bok commissioned noted landscape architect Frederick Law Olmsted Jr. to transform what then was an arid sandhill into "a spot of beauty second to none in the country". The first year was spent digging trenches and laying pipes for irrigation, after which soil was brought to the site by thousands of truck loads and plantings began. The Olmsted plan included the planting of 1,000 large live oaks, 10,000 azaleas, 100 sabal palms, 300 magnolias, and 500 gordonias, as well as hundreds of fruit shrubs such as blueberry and holly.
Attempts were made to introduce flamingos to the sanctuary several times, which is why early renderings of the tower show flamingos at the reflection pool rather than swans. These early efforts were unsuccessful, however, as the flamingos were not native to central Florida and could not survive the winters that were cooler than those of southern Florida, where they may be found.
Under construction for over five years, Bok Tower Gardens was dedicated by President Calvin Coolidge on February 1, 1929. Edward Bok died on January 9, 1930 and was interred at the base of the tower.
Frederick Law Olmsted Jr. designed the meandering gardens of Bok Tower Gardens to feature acres of ferns, palms, oaks, pines, and wetland plants. The plantings also include camellias, tree ferns, creeping fig, yaupon and dahoon holly, Asiatic jasmine, Justicia, crinum and spider lily, monstera, wax myrtle, date and sabal palm, papyrus, philodendron, blue plumbago, and horsetail rush. The site is a refuge for more than a hundred bird species. Wild turkey and groups of sandhill cranes are also often seen wandering the grounds.
The Singing Tower is the centerpiece of the gardens. The tower was built at the highest elevation of the site, south of a reflection pool that allows the water to reflect its full image. A 60-bell carillon (cast by Taylor set within the 205-foot (62 m) tall, Gothic Revival and Art Deco tower that was designed by architect Milton B. Medary. Construction on the tower began in 1927 and was completed for the dedication of the gardens in 1929, when it was dedicated by President Calvin Coolidge. The tower is 51 feet (16 m) square at its base, changing form at 150 feet (46 m) high to an octagon with 37 feet (11 m) sides that include sculptures designed by Lee Lawrie. The tower is surrounded by a 15-foot (4.6 m) moat that serves as a koi pond. It is built of pink Etowah marble and gray Creole marble, mined in Tate, Georgia, and coquina stone from St. Augustine, Florida.
Although the tower's interior is not open to the public, it contains the Anton Brees Carillon Library, said to be the largest carillon library in the world. It also is home to the Chao Research Center Archives, which keeps various institutional records related to Bok Tower.
Inside the bell chamber is a playing room that houses a clavier, or keyboard, that is used for playing the carillon bells. Recitals are given daily from the 60-bell carillon set.
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Technical information
The weight of the car: 1080 KG
Engine capacity : 3250 cm³
Cilinders : 4
Power : 20 Kw 27 Hp
Historie
Date of commencement of registration : 2016
Date of first issue in the Netherlands : 2016
Date of first admission : 1930
Photos made by JR de Vreeze.
Getting out of my micro miniskirt turned out to be a bit of a challenge! Its so easy to get things snagged on those stiletto heels!
I have an admission to make. I have a serious weakness for shiny, sexy, clingy, tight fitting, curve hugging women's apparel! ...and boots- hot, stiletto-heeled boots! I know its a character flaw, but as that legendary cartoon character Popeye once said, "I yam what I yam!"
This ensemble centers on my Baltogs hot pink wet look lycra spandex tank style leotard from nydancewear.com, a shiny purple wet look lycra spandex micro miniskirt from milanoo[dot]com, a black two buckle stretch belt from greatglam.com, pink satin opera gloves from and Leg Avenue pink fishnet hose both from electriqueboutique.com worn over shiny black Platino Cleancut 15 denier pantyhose from shapings.com and Hanes Alive Barely There support hose from onehanesplace.com along with these hot pink vinyl thigh boots with 5" heels also from electriqueboutique.com.
To see more pix of me in other tight, sexy and revealing outfits click this link:www.flickr.com/photos/kaceycdpix/sets/72157623668202157/
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DSC_2263-73
Title.
Admission manager.
Title.
入場管理者。
( Panasonic Lumix DMC-L10 shot)
Tokyo Big Site. Koto Ward. Tokyo. Japan. 2009. … 2 / 7
(Today's photo. It is unpublished.)
東京ビッグサイト。江東区。東京都。日本。2009年。 … 2 / 7
(今日の写真。それは未発表です。）
Images
The Native … Wildest Dreams
youtu.be/4b2mr9pP-fM?si=XkGB9RXXcAbADjZX
Images-2
Taylor Performs "Wildest Dreams" at The GRAMMY Museum
youtu.be/OGDkg3QiJmk?si=5Un5YhNH27nfqR8l
Images-3
Taylor Swift - Wildest Dreams/Enchanted (1989 World Tour) (4K)
youtu.be/6CpXjjnmwvg?si=_KNbtRxWMxQw6zcf
_________________________________
_________________________________
２０２３年の展示
テーマ
カメラは時間にキスをする。
Mitsushiro - Nakagawa
展示場で配布するリーフレット（案内表示も）は以下でダウンロードできます。
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
展示の概要
今回の作品は、
みなさんのご家族の写真が
主人公です。
作った３つの作品は、
すべて写真を差し替えられます。
展示が終わって、
誰かがこれらの作品を受け取っていただけたら
ご自身の家族の写真と差し替えてください。
僕がきょうまで展示を続けられた感謝の気持ちです。
展示に足を運んでくれた多くの方と、
世界中の写真好きのみなさんに、僕は心から感謝しています。
長い期間、僕に付き合っていただき、ありがとうございます。
作品１ 沐浴後
寸法
1000mm X 800mm
素材
新聞
The wall street Journal
International life
梱包紙
チョーク
(黒、白、オレンジ)
ガムテープ
メンディングテープ
撮影場所 自宅
作品２ 反抗期
寸法
900mm X 1800mm
素材
新聞
The New York Times
The Japan Times
梱包紙
チョーク
(黒、白、オレンジ)
ガムテープ
メンディングテープ
撮影場所 成田空港
作品３ 成長
寸法
900mm X 1800mm
素材
新聞
The New York Times
Financial Times
梱包紙
チョーク
(黒、白、赤、オレンジ)
ガムテープ
メンディングテープ
撮影場所 ロンドン
主催
デザインフェスタ
場所
東京ビッグサイト
日程
１１月１１日。土曜日。12日。日曜日。2023年。
ブースナンバー
J - 232
exhibition.mitsushiro.nakagawa@gmail.com
images.
SEVENTEEN(세븐틴)-All My Love
_________________________________
_________________________________
Exhibition in 2023
theme
Camera kisses time.
Mitsushiro - Nakagawa
Leaflets(Also information display) to be distributed at the exhibition hall can be downloaded below.
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
Exhibition overview
The main character of this work is a photo of your family.
You can replace the photos in all three works you created.
Once the exhibition is over, if someone receives these works,
please replace them with a photo of their own family.
I feel grateful that I was able to continue exhibiting until today.
I am deeply grateful to the many people who visited the exhibition
and to all the photography enthusiasts around the world.
Thank you for sticking with me for a long time.
Work 1 After bathing
size
1000mm x 800mm
material
newspaper
The wall street Journal
International life
packing paper
chalk
(black, white, orange)
duct tape
mending tape
Shooting location: home
Work 2 Rebellion period
size
900mm x 1800mm
material
newspaper
The New York Times
The Japan Times
packing paper
chalk
(black, white, orange)
duct tape
mending tape
Shooting location: Narita Airport
Work 3 Growth
size
900mm x 1800mm
material
newspaper
The New York Times
Financial Times
packing paper
chalk
(black, white, red, orange)
duct tape
mending tape
Shooting location: London
organizer
Design festa
place
Tokyo Big Site
schedule
11th. Sat. 12th. Sun. Nov. 2023.
Booth number
J-232
exhibition.mitsushiro.nakagawa@gmail.com
images.
SEVENTEEN(세븐틴)-All My Love
_________________________________
_________________________________
Title.
Checking admission.
Title.
入場チェック中。
( Panasonic Lumix DMC-L10 shot)
Tokyo Big Site. Koto Ward. Tokyo. Japan. 2009. … 4 / 7
(Today's photo. It is unpublished.)
東京ビッグサイト。江東区。東京都。日本。2009年。 … 4 / 7
(今日の写真。それは未発表です。）
Images
The Native … Wildest Dreams
youtu.be/4b2mr9pP-fM?si=XkGB9RXXcAbADjZX
Images-2
Taylor Performs "Wildest Dreams" at The GRAMMY Museum
youtu.be/OGDkg3QiJmk?si=5Un5YhNH27nfqR8l
Images-3
Taylor Swift - Wildest Dreams/Enchanted (1989 World Tour) (4K)
youtu.be/6CpXjjnmwvg?si=_KNbtRxWMxQw6zcf
_________________________________
_________________________________
２０２３年の展示
テーマ
カメラは時間にキスをする。
Mitsushiro - Nakagawa
展示場で配布するリーフレット（案内表示も）は以下でダウンロードできます。
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
展示の概要
今回の作品は、
みなさんのご家族の写真が
主人公です。
作った３つの作品は、
すべて写真を差し替えられます。
展示が終わって、
誰かがこれらの作品を受け取っていただけたら
ご自身の家族の写真と差し替えてください。
僕がきょうまで展示を続けられた感謝の気持ちです。
展示に足を運んでくれた多くの方と、
世界中の写真好きのみなさんに、僕は心から感謝しています。
長い期間、僕に付き合っていただき、ありがとうございます。
作品１ 沐浴後
寸法
1000mm X 800mm
素材
新聞
The wall street Journal
International life
梱包紙
チョーク
(黒、白、オレンジ)
ガムテープ
メンディングテープ
撮影場所 自宅
作品２ 反抗期
寸法
900mm X 1800mm
素材
新聞
The New York Times
The Japan Times
梱包紙
チョーク
(黒、白、オレンジ)
ガムテープ
メンディングテープ
撮影場所 成田空港
作品３ 成長
寸法
900mm X 1800mm
素材
新聞
The New York Times
Financial Times
梱包紙
チョーク
(黒、白、赤、オレンジ)
ガムテープ
メンディングテープ
撮影場所 ロンドン
主催
デザインフェスタ
場所
東京ビッグサイト
日程
１１月１１日。土曜日。12日。日曜日。2023年。
ブースナンバー
J - 232
exhibition.mitsushiro.nakagawa@gmail.com
images.
SEVENTEEN(세븐틴)-All My Love
_________________________________
_________________________________
Exhibition in 2023
theme
Camera kisses time.
Mitsushiro - Nakagawa
Leaflets(Also information display) to be distributed at the exhibition hall can be downloaded below.
drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...
Exhibition overview
The main character of this work is a photo of your family.
You can replace the photos in all three works you created.
Once the exhibition is over, if someone receives these works,
please replace them with a photo of their own family.
I feel grateful that I was able to continue exhibiting until today.
I am deeply grateful to the many people who visited the exhibition
and to all the photography enthusiasts around the world.
Thank you for sticking with me for a long time.
Work 1 After bathing
size
1000mm x 800mm
material
newspaper
The wall street Journal
International life
packing paper
chalk
(black, white, orange)
duct tape
mending tape
Shooting location: home
Work 2 Rebellion period
size
900mm x 1800mm
material
newspaper
The New York Times
The Japan Times
packing paper
chalk
(black, white, orange)
duct tape
mending tape
Shooting location: Narita Airport
Work 3 Growth
size
900mm x 1800mm
material
newspaper
The New York Times
Financial Times
packing paper
chalk
(black, white, red, orange)
duct tape
mending tape
Shooting location: London
organizer
Design festa
place
Tokyo Big Site
schedule
11th. Sat. 12th. Sun. Nov. 2023.
Booth number
J-232
exhibition.mitsushiro.nakagawa@gmail.com
images.
SEVENTEEN(세븐틴)-All My Love
_________________________________
_________________________________
Norwich is a fine city. Or so the signs say on every road into it. But, and there can be no denying it, it is a jewel in the Norfolk countryside.
For me it is “just” Norwich Where used to go for our important shopping, for football and later for concerts. We, and I, would take for granted its cobbled streets, Norman cathedral and medieval churches by the dozen. Also it’s a pub for every day, the ramshackle market, and the Norman castle keep looking down on the city sprawled around.
Just Norwich.
Later, it also became where I bought new records from Backs in Swan Lane, and searched for punk classics in the Record and Tape Exchange.
Norwich is lucky that the industrial revolution passed by the city leaving few changes, the character and history intact. World War II did damage, some churches were abandoned, some rebuilt, but many survived.
And Norwich is a friendly city. It sees warm and colourful, and on a hot summer’s day when the locals were in shorts and t-shirts, much white flesh was on display. I also take the football club for granted. I have supported it from nearly 49 years, and being away from the city means I get my news and views largely second hand, but I also forget how central the club is to the people.
Other cities would have children dressed in any one of a dozen Premier League club’s replica shirts. In Norwich yellow and green was the dominant colour, even after a chastening season that saw us finish rock bottom of the league. The local sports “superstore” has a Norwich Fan’s fanzone, and a third of the window is given to the home city club.
I knew the city like the back of my hand, so knew the route I wanted to take to provide me with views that would refresh those in my mind. I didn’t dally, pressed on to my two targets, the Anglican Cathedral and St Peter Mancroft.
This wasn’t the original plan; that was to meet two friends I used to go to the football with, Ian and Ali, but they both caught a bug in Manchester watching the women’s Euros, so couldn’t meet with me. But I had an alternative plan, maybe with a pub stop or two.
The trip happened as I got a mail offering a tempting 20% off the trip that had been selling poorly, I checked with Ian and Alison, they said they were free, but had yet to fall ill. So seats were booked, as Jools liked the sound of an afternoon in Norwich and meeting my friends.
Up at quarter to five so we could catch the first High Speed service out of Dover, so to be in London in time to catch the railtour to Norwich.
Sun had yet to light up Dover Priory when we arrived, but a few people milling around, including two still at the end of their night out.
Folkestone was light by the warm light of the rising sun, and well worth a shot as we passed over Foord Viaduct.
Later, I was hoping the calm morning meant the Medway would be a mirror, but a breeze disturbed the surface ruining the reflections I had hoped for.
Finally, emerging into Essex, the line climbs as the go over the Dartford Crossing, just enough time to grab a shot.
It was already hot in London, so we stayed in the shade of the undercroft at St Pancras, had a coffee and a pasty from Greggs before walking over to Kings Cross to see if our tour was already at the buffers.
We walked across the road to King's Cross, and find the station packed with milling passengers, all eyes trained on the departure boards waiting for platform confirmations.
Ours was due to be platform 3, and the rake of carriages was indeed there, top and tailed by class 66 freight locomotives.
We get on the train and find we had been allocated a pair of seats nearest the vestibule. This meant that they were a few inches less wide than others, meaning Jools and I were jammed in.
Almost straight away, Jools's back and Achilles began to ache, and the thought of four hours of this in the morning and another four in the evening was too much, and so she decided to get off at the first stop at Potters Bar.
In the end, a wise choice I think.
The guy in the seat opposite to us talked the whole journey. I mean filling any silence with anything: how much he paid for the components of his lunch, his cameras and then his job. In great detail. He also collected train numbers. I didn't know that was really a thin in the days of EMUs, but I helped out from time to time telling him units he had missed.
We had a twenty minute break at Peterborough because of pathing issues, so we all got out to stretch our legs and do some extra trainspotting.
An Azuma left from the next platform, and another came in on the fast line. I snapped them both.
From Peterborough, the train reversed, and after the 20 minute wait, we went out of the station southwards, taking the line towards Ely.
Now that we had done our last stop, the train could open up and we cruised across the Fens at 70mph, the flat landscape botted with wind turbines and church towers slipped by.
Instead of going into Ely station, we took the rarely used (for passenger trains) freight avoiding line, now a single track. Emerging crossing the main line, taking the line eastwards towards Thetford.
Again, the regulator was opened, and we rattled along. Even so, the journey was entering its fourth hour, and with my travelling colleague and without Jools, time was dragging.
We were now back in Norfolk, passing the STANTA training area, all warning signs on the fences telling the trainee soldiers that that was where the area ended. I saw no soldiers or tanks. My only thought was of the rare flowers that would be growing there, unseen.
And so for the final run into Norwich, familiar countryside now.
Under the southern bypass and the main line from London, slowing down where the two lines merged at Trowse before crossing the River Wensum, before the final bend into Norwich Thorpe.
At last I could get off the train and stretch my legs.
Many others were also getting off to board coaches to take them to Wroxham for a cruise on the Broads, or a ride on the Bure Valley Railway, while the rest would head to Yarmouth for four hours at the seaside.
I got off the train and walked through the station, out into the forecourt and over the main road, so I could walk down Riverside Road to the Bishop’s Bridge, then from there into the Cathedral Close.
The hustle and bustle of the station and roadworks were soon left behind, as the only noise was from a family messing about in a rowing boat in front of Pulls Ferry and a swan chasing an Egyptian Goose, so the occasional splash of water.
I reached the bridge and passed by the first pub, with already many folks sitting out in the beer garden, sipping wines and/or summer beers. I was already hot and would loved to have joined them, but I was on a mission.
In the meantime, Jools had texted me and said if I fancied getting a regular service back home, then I should. And a seed grew in my brain. Because, on the way back, departing at just gone five, the tour had to have a 50 minute layover in a goods siding at Peterborough, and would not get back to Kings Cross until half nine, and then I had to get back to Dover.
I could go to the cathedral the church, walk back to the station. Or get a taxi, and get a train back to London at four and still be home by eight.
Yes.
I walked past the Great Hospital, then into the Close via the swing gate, round to the entrance where there was no charge for entry and now no charge for photography. But I would make a donation, I said. And I did, a tenner.
I have been to the cathedral a few times, but not as a churchcrawler. So, I made my way round, taking shots, drinking in the details. But the walk up had got me hot and bothered, I always run with a hot engine, but in summer it can be pretty damp. I struggled to keep my glasses on my nose, and as I went round I knew I was in no mood to go round again with the wide angle, that could wait for another visit.
The church is pretty much as built by the Normans, roof excepted which has been replaced at least twice, but is poetry in stone. And for a cathedral, not many people around also enjoying the building and its history.
At one, bells chimed, and I think The Lord’s Prayer was read out, we were asked to be quiet. I always am when snapping.
In half an hour I was done, so walked out through the west door, through the gate and into Tombland. I was heading for the Market and St Peter which site on the opposite side to the Guildhall.
I powered on, ignoring how warm I felt, in fact not that warm at all. The heat and sweats would come when I stopped, I found out.
I walk up the side of the market and into the church, and into the middle of an organ recital.
Should I turn round and do something else, or should I stop and listen. I stopped and listened.
Everyone should hear an organ recital in a large church. There is nothing quite like it. The organ can make the most beautiful sounds, but at the same time, the bass pipes making noises so deep you can only feel it in your bones.
Tony Pinel knew his way round the organ, and via a video link we could see his hands and feet making the noises we could hear. It was wonderful, but quite how someone can play one tune with their feet and another with their hands, and pulling and pushing knobs and stoppers, is beyond me. But glad some people can.
It finished at quarter to two, and I photograph the font canopy and the 15th century glass in the south chapel. Font canopies are rare, there is only four in England, and one of the others is in Trunch 20 miles to the north. Much is a restoration, but it is an impressive sight when paired with the seven-sacrament font under it.
The glass is no-less spectacular, panels three feet by two, five wide and stretching to the vaulted roof. I can’t photograph them all, but I do over 50%.
I go to the market for a lunch of chips, for old times sake. I mean that was the treat whenever we went either to Norwich or Yarmouth; chips on the market. I was told they no longer did battered sausage, so had an un-battered one, and a can of pop. I stood and ate in the alleyway between stalls, people passing by and people buying chips and mushy peas of their own.
Once done, I had thought of getting a taxi back to the station, but the rank that has always been rammed with black cabs was empty, and two couples were shouting at each other as to who should have the one that was there. So I walked to the station, across Gentleman’s Walk, along to Back of the Inns, then up London Street to the top of Prince of Wales Road and then an easy time to the station across the bridge.
I got my ticket and saw a train to Liverpool Street was due to depart at 14:32. In three minutes.
I went through the barrier and got on the train, it was almost empty in the new, swish electric inter-city unit. I was sweating buckets, and needed a drink, but there appeared to be no buffet, instead just electric efficiency and silence as the train slid out of the station and went round past the football ground to the river, then taking the main line south.
In front of me, two oriental ladies talked for the whole journey. I listened to them, no idea what they talked about to fill 105 minutes.
I thought it would be nearly five when the train got in, but helped by only stopping at Diss, Ipswich, Manningtree and Colchester we got in, on time, at quarter past four.
I walked to the main concourse and down into the Circle Line platforms, getting a train in a couple of minutes the four stops to St Pancras. I knew there was a train soon leaving, and after checking the board and my watch I saw I had five minutes to get along the length of the station and up to the Southeastern platforms.
I tried. I did, but I reached the steps up to the platforms and I saw I had 45 seconds, no time to go up as they would have locked the doors. So, instead I went to the nearby pub and had a large, ice-cold bottle of Weiss beer.
That was better.
I was all hot and bothered again, but would have an hour to cool down, and the beer helped.
At ten past five, I went up and found the Dover train already in, I went through the barriers and took a seat in a carriage I thought would stop near the exit at Dover Priory. I called Jools to let her know I would be back at quarter to seven, and she confirmed she would pick me up.
She was there, people got off all out on a night on the town, dressed in shiny random pieces of fabric covering boobs and bottoms. I was young once, I thought.
Jools was there, she started the car and drove us home via Jubilee Way. Across the Channel France was a clear as anything, and four ferries were plying between the two shores. Take us home.
Once home, Jools had prepared Caprese. I sliced some bread and poured wine. On the wireless, Craig spun funk and soul. We ate.
Tired.
It was going to be a hot night, but I was tired enough to sleep through it. Or so I thought.
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Norwich has everything. Thus, the normally dry and undemonstrative Nikolaus Pevsner began his survey of the capital of Norfolk in his 1962 volume Buildings of England: Norwich and north-east Norfolk. And there is no doubt that this is one of the best cities of its size in northern Europe. Living in Ipswich as I do, I hear plenty of grumbles about Norwich; but really, although the two places have roughly the same population, Ipswich cannot even begin to compare with regard to its townscape. The only features which the capital of Suffolk can claim to hold above its beautiful northern neighbour are a large central park (Norwich's Chapelfield gardens is not a patch on Ipswich's Christchurch Park) and a large body of water in the heart of the town, perhaps Ipswich's most endearing feature and greatest saving grace.
But Norwich has everything else - to continue Pevsner's eulogy, a cathedral, a castle on a mound right in the middle, walls and towers, a medieval centre with winding streets and alleys, thirty-five medieval parish churches and a river with steamships. It even has hills...
I think it would be possible to visit Norwich and not even know this cathedral was there. The centre of the city is dominated by the castle, and the most familiar feature to visitors is the great market square widened by the clearances of the 1930s, and the fine City Hall built at that time which towers above it. In comparison, Norwich Cathedral sits down in a dip beside the river, walled in by its close, and is visible best from outside the city walls, especially from the east on the riverside, and to the north from Mousehold Heath. If you arrive by road from the south or west, you may not even catch a glimpse of it. The great spire is hidden by those winding streets and alleys, and many of the city's churches are more visible, especially St Giles, St Peter Mancroft in the Market Place, and the vast Catholic Cathedral of St John the Baptist, on Grapes Hill. It is said that the nave floor of St John the Baptist is at the same height above sea level as the top of the crossing of the Anglican cathedral.
With the possible exception of Lincoln Cathedral, I think that Norwich Cathedral is my favourite cathedral in all England. Call this East of England chauvinism if you like, But Norwich Cathedral has everything you could possible want from a great medieval building. But there is more to it than that. It is also one of the most welcoming cathedrals in England. There is no charge for admission, and they positively encourage you to wander around through the daily business of the cathedral, in the continental manner. No boards saying Silence Please - Service in Progress here. Because of this, the Cathedral becomes an act of witness in itself, and you step into what feels like it probably really is the house of God on Earth. They even used to say the Lord's Prayer over the PA system once an hour, and invite you to stop and join in - I wish they'd go back to doing that. The three pounds you pay for a photography permit must be one of the bargains of the century so far.
Norwich Cathedral is unusual, in that this is the original building. It has been augmented over the centuries of course, but this is still essentially the very first cathedral on this site. This is because the see was only moved to Norwich after the Norman invasion. The Normans saw the wisdom of drawing together ecclesiastical and civil power, and one way in which this might be achieved was by siting the cathedrals in the hearts of important towns. At the time of the conquest, Bishop Herfast had his seat at Thetford, and it was decided to move the see to Bury St Edmunds in Suffolk. It had moved several times during the previous four centuries, from Walton in Suffolk to North Elmham in Norfolk before Thetford, where the first proper but simple stone building had been raised. But as well as an eye for efficient administration, the Normans brought the idea that Cathedrals should be glorified; already, vast edifices were being raised in Durham, London and Ely. and Bury St Edmunds, with its famous Abbey, was the obvious place for the Diocese of East Anglia to sit.
However, such a move would have removed the Abbey's independent direct line with Rome, and placed it under the jurisdiction of the Province of Canterbury. The Abbey community was determined that this would not happen, and Abbot Baldwin sent representations to the Pope that ensured the survival of St Edmundsbury Abbey's independence. Bishop Herfast would not be allowed to glorify his position in East Anglia in the way his colleagues were doing elsewhere. But his successor, Herbert de Losinga, was more determined - and, perhaps, steeled by his conscience. A Norman, he had bought the Bishopric from the King in 1091, an act of simony that required penance. Building a great cathedral could be seen as that act of penance. But where? Bury was a lost cause; instead, he chose to move the see to a thriving market town in the north-east of his Diocese; a smaller, more remote place than Bury, to be sure, but proximity to the Abbey of St Edmund was perhaps not such a good thing anyway. It tended to cast a rather heavy shadow. And so it was that the great medieval cathedral of the East Anglian bishops came to be built, instead, at Norwich.
Work began in 1094, and seems to have been complete by 1145. It is one of the great Romanesque buildings of northern Europe, its special character a result of responses to fires and collapses over the course of the next few centuries. At the Reformation in the sixteenth century, it became a protestant cathedral of the new Church of England, losing its role as a setting for ancient sacraments and devotions, but being maintained as the administrative seat of a Diocese which covered all of Norfolk and Suffolk, and the ceremonial church of its great city. In the 19th Century, the western part of the Norwich Diocese was transferred into that of Ely, and at the start of the 20th Century the southern parishes became part of the new Diocese of St Edmundsbury and Ipswich. Today, the Diocese of Norwich consists of north, south and east Norfolk, and the north-eastern tip of Suffolk.
The absence of this great church from the Norfolk Churches site has long been the elephant in the room, so to speak. And having it here at last is, I feel, a mark of how things have changed. When I first started the Norfolk and Suffolk sites back in 1999, I did not have a decent camera, and the earliest entries did not have any photographs at all. How the wheel has turned. Now, the photographs have become the sites, and with no apologies I don't intend to make this a wordy entry.
The perfection of Norwich is of distant views, the cloisters, and the interior. The exterior is hemmed in, and the most familiar part of the building, the west front, is a poor thing, the victim of barbarous restorations in the 18th and 19th centuries. It is almost a surprise to step through its mundanity into the soaring glory of the nave. Above, the famous vaulting is home to one of the largest collections of medieval bosses in the world. There are more in the beautiful cloisters.
The view to the east is of the great organ, looking very 17th Century but actually the work of Stephen Dykes Bower in the 1950s. Beyond is the intimacy of the quire and ambulatory with its radial chapels, the best of which is St Luke's chapel, containing the Despenser retable. Bishop Despenser is one of history's villains, putting down the Peasants Revolt in East Anglia with some enthusiasm. It is likely that this retable was made for the cathedral's high altar, possibly even to give thanks for the end of the Revolt. It was discovered upside down in use as a table in the 1840s. This chapel is, unusually, also a parish church; the parish of St Mary in the Marsh, the church of which was demolished at the Reformation, moved into the cathedral. They brought their seven sacrament font with them, and here it remains.
In the ambulatory there are many traces of medieval paint, almost certainly from the original building of the Cathedral. Two curiosities: at the back of the apse is the original Bishop's chair, and rising across the north side of the ambulatory like a bridge is a relic screen.
There is a good range of glass dating from the 14th to the 21st centuries. Highlights include the medieval panels in the north side of the ambulatory, Edward Burne-Jones's bold figures in the north transept, Moira Forsyth's spectacular Benedictine window of 1964 in a south chapel, and the millennium glass high in the north transept, which I think will in time become one of the defining features of the Cathedral. The figure of the Blessed Virgin with the Christ Child seated on her lap is the work of Norfolk-based artist John Hayward, who died recently, but the glass above is Hayward's reworking of Keith New's 1960s glass for St Stephen Walbrook in London, removed from there in the 1980s, and now reset here. Towards the west end of the nave are two sets of Stuart royal arms in glass, a rare survival.
I grew up in a city some sixty miles away from Norwich, but I didn't come here until I was in my mid-teens. I remember wandering around this building and being blown away by it, and I still get that feeling today. There is always something new to find here. My favourite time here is first thing in the morning on a winter Saturday. Often, I can be the only visitor, which only increases the awe. Another time I like to be here in winter is on a Saturday afternoon for choral evensong. Perhaps best of all, though, is to wander and wonder in the cloisters on a bright sunny day, gazing at fabulous bosses almost within arm's reach.
Several English cathedrals have good closes, but Norwich's is the only one in a major city, I think. It creates the sense of an ecclesiastical village at the heart of the city; and then, beyond, the lanes and alleys spread out, still hanging on despite German bombing and asinine redevelopment. And now I think perhaps it is part of the beauty of this building that it is tucked away by the river, a place to seek out and explore. Norwich has everything, says Pevsner. But really, I think this is the very best thing of all.
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