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Allergies are abnormally sensitive reactions to usually harmless sub-stances in the air people breathe, the things they touch, or the foods they eat.
Traveling to a foreign country where you don't speak the language well? Got a major food allergy? Translate your food allergy to the native language before you travel. Print it out, laminate it in a small card that fits in your wallet. That way you're prepared for anything. Makes travel easier.
With Spring here, what I usually wind up reading most are the back of allergy relief boxes.
Day 124 - #CY365 - What I'm Reading
In spring, many Japanese wear masks to avoid allergic reactions to pollen, mainly from cherry trees.
During Fall many people may find themselves troubled by allergies. Allergies are caused by hypersensitivity to an antigen or allergen. These sensitivities to antigens are caused by responses that range from discomfort produced by itchy watery eyes, sneezing, and sinus congestion. Extreme cases induce asthmatic attacks, anaphylaxis, brochoconstriction or even circulatory collapse. Allergic Rhinitis seems to be amongst the most typical seasonal environmentally triggered acute episodes commonly effecting millions of people every year. Allergic Rhinitis, also known as hay fever is triggered by airborne allergens plant pollens, molds, dust, animal dander, wool, food, and air pollutants. Allergic reactions occur which cause a change in the cell membrane. These membrane changes cause degranulating vasoactive amines to go into the tissue. Histamine is a vasoactive amine which commonly causes conjunctival mucous secretion, itching, redness in the eyes, capillary leak, and nasal secretion. During this occurrence, those who suffer from allergies may resort to over the counter antihistamines in order to reverse the allergic response.
Well I’m here to tell you that the relief you seek from stuffy head, watery itchy eyes, post nasal drip and headache is not far away. The philosophy of Yoga incorporates the union of the mind, body and spirit through breathing, movement and relaxation techniques. By incorporating yogic breathing techniques into your daily routine this season, you’ll be amazed at how effectively they can decrease your allergen symptoms, while improving your overall mental, spiritual, and physical well being.
Alternate nostril breathing:
Close your right nostril with your right thumb and inhale through the left nostril.
Hold the breath, closing off both nostrils.
Exhale through the right nostril, keeping the left nostril closed.
Inhale through the right nostril.
Hold the breath, closing off both nostrils.
Exhale through the left nostril, keeping the right nostril closed. (Steps 1-6 comprise one cycle).
Special Notes:
This is performed with a smooth, steady, and subtle breath.
Relax into the rhythm and flow of the breath, without forcing or straining.
If your raised arm gets tired, support it by bending one knee and propping your elbow against it. Or, hold your elbow with the opposite hand.
Listen to your body for the appropriate rhythm of inhaling, holding, and exhaling. The rhythm will be different for each individual and will vary slightly from day to day.
The suggested practice is 20 to 30 minutes daily. You may wish to start with five minutes a day, and build your practice gradually over a period of time.
Contraindications:Holding the breath should be minimized or omitted for those with unmediated high blood pressure, abdominal inflammation, lung conditions, or hernia.
Rhythmic Breathing:
1. Sit comfortably and close your eyes. Place your hands on your lap.
2. Breathe in through the nostrils 2 breaths in and 2 breaths out.
3. Maintain a steady rhythm.
4. The breaths in and out are performed with power and strength.
Special Notes:
Practice rhythmic breathing going up and down stairs.
In the morning sit at the side of your bed or on a chair with feet on the floor and perform rhythmic breathing 2-5 minutes.
Walk in the afternoon for 5-10 minutes (preferably outdoors) matching the breaths with each step.
Contraindications:Menstruation, pregnancy, colitis, cancer in the abdominal region, recent surgery, untreated high blood pressure, emphysema or other severe lung condition, hernia.
Visit our website for more Healthy Living Tips!~ www.AmericanYogaAcademy.com
Namaste! Claire & Jennifer
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Not all people can be cat people. The cats don't seem to care about Ayase's sniffling; they like her anyway. She couldn't wait for this photo shoot to be done.
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Created for the Toy Sunday group's theme "Cat People".
(this is an illustration that i shot when i was at RCC; justin is not really allergic to cats)- Every time he gets near his cat, Collar, Justin Doub sneezes due to his allergy to cats. Illustration shot at Mr. Doub's home in Lewisville, NC on September 27, 1999.
You bet! Everything is yellow from pollen. It's that time of the year when the shelves that hold the antihistamines are empty.
Check out these huge blotches on my arm. I am very allergic to trees and grass.
That's it, I'm moving back to the upper east side.
Hotel Allegra, Pontresina, Engadin, canton of Graubunden, Switzerland.
Shot with Zeiss Ikon rangefinder & Carl Zeiss Biogon 35mm f/2 @ f/11, 1/125sec on CineStill ISO-50 film.
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Thursday.
Start of the two day road trip.
I was awake before five with my allergies giving me hell. It was so bad I thought I had a cold, but it went off during the day, allergies is the best fit, but as I was feeling better later, it don't really matter. Anyway, we have breakfast, I load the car having packed the night before, and I drive Jools to the factory. And It's just me and the open road. Well, apart from all other drivers in south east England who were driving too. In fact I got caught in a train of cars heading to Folkestone behind a Dutch camper van travelling at 25mph.
However, onto the motorway and into the rush hour traffic of Ashford and then Maidstone before the fun that is the M25 heading into Dartford. It is odd that the most important part of the motorway is the corssing and we have to pay to use it, even if it has already been paid for and it causes god-almighty traffic jams. It's not that the money is reinvested back in the road system, as you will see later when I moan about the East Anglain road system with its myriad of bottlenecks and planning disasters.
I get through the queues, pay my two quid to find the southbound traffic the other side of the tunnel is at least three times as worse. And then there is the hjoy of the A12 through Essex. How can it be that a simple road causes so much pain? Is it the mad driving, the racing to get to the next junction, the pointless jams at Chelmsford. I mean who would want to go to Chelsmford? But once into the quiet county of Suffolk, I was able to turn off and head into the Dedham Vale. Or would have if the road signs would have made sense! Does it sound like I'm complaining all the time? I don't like traffic, queues or Essex. So, maybe driving through Essex in the rush hour was planning for trouble.
I switched on the sat nav, programmed the first port of call, Stoke by Nayland, and set off. I was lucky that my friend, Simon, had provided me with a list of fine churches to visit. All of the churches I would visit this morning would be splendid. I saw a sign for the village of Boxted, and realise that is on my list, so I head there, driving towards Church Hill, which my spidy senses tell me I might find the church. I park on the small high street through the village, with the church on my left. I leave the sat nav in the car switched on, I thought there would be no thieves in such a wonderful spot.
And I was right.
St Peter was quite spectacular, to me, inside, it was like a theatre, with a gallery containing seats and the organ, with the later being the centre of the stage. It was a delight, and is quite possibly my favourite church of all. Some doing, but I loved the church. But, I had to move on. But I tell the folks clearing bushes for the church wall how much I loved it. She had only been in once, at Christmas, but though the acoustics were good.
It was only a five minute drive to Soke by Nayland, I found the church and parked on the main street of the village and walked up to the churchyard noting the worker's vans parked near the porch. This could be trouble I thought.
It has fine glass, memorials and tiles, but I did have a run in with one of the workers. I wanted to photograph the windows, and asked if I could get by. NO. I was told. We're busy. But you're just talking. No, we're busy, and we might hot you on the head, said the stage erector. I siad I would be careful, and he retorted that he would not be held responsible if I had an accident. All in all it put a damper on the church, so I got my shots and left. I mean I can always go back.
I stopped at the small book shop at the cross roads and by a Sherlock Holmes novel to read if I got bored that evening, and head off for the next church.
It is a short drive to Polstead, the next on the list. Now, I did not plan this and I am getting the feeling that I am retracing my tracks already, in fact I was to pass through Stoke by Nayland some four times during the day. Oh well, its no real hardship.
Polstead lies in a shallow valley, with the village scattered up one side. I assume that the church will be on the highest point. As there are only four roads in and out of the village, it shouldn't be hard to find. I drive past the attractive cillage pond, more like a lake and head up through the village, past many wonderful looking ancient houses, but find no church. Back down into the centre of the village and out another road, and still no church. This just leaves the road I came in on, and so head back down through the village, past the pond onto the main road, or what counts as the main road, and a few yards further along is a small white sign pointing up the other side of the valley into some woods.
A new road has been laid, and there is a good sized car park, so I abandon the car, grab the cameras and walk into the church year. From outside St Mary looks something like a typical small Suffolk church, others might feel differently about that, but nothing too spectacular. But once inside on is met with brick-topped arches and it filled with the most wonderful light. I am awestruck, and glad that I do not research these churches beforehand so my breath can be taken away by the beauty of these churches.
After getting my shots I go back outside, taking a tray of quinces that are on offer and deposit a couple of quid in the box as a donation.
I program in Wissington into the sat nav and set off. Soon I see we are to go through Nayland, so I decide if I can find a parking space I will stop here first and snap the church. Nayland is a stunning looking large village, but, it knows it. I wanted to warm to the village, but seems to be more Aldborough that traditional working village, I could be wrong, but judging by the quantity of high powered sports cars parked in the village square, I get the feeling I am right.
I find a place to park, and see the church framed down Church Mews making a fine shot. So I snap that and enter the churchyard, walking round t the main entrance through the porch. Inside it is another fine church, built on a grand scale. I really warm to the church and am happy to snap it.
When I parked the car I saw some fashionably dressed ladies sipping coffees outside a shop, so I go in search of a cup for myself, to find it an arts shop which held classes for children to pain ceramics, with a coffee bar as a side line. Having just two tables, and a queue of several people, I assume I won't get a table and hope I can find a place somewhere else. I walk back to the car, load up and drive off towards Wissington.
Entering the village, I see a sign pointing to Wiston church, not the one I was looking for, but a church, so I drive down the narrow lane to the parking spot. The church is on a private estate, and they don't want cars parking near the church. Or something. But it is only a five minute walk, and it is a wonderful autumn day with lots of golden sunshine, its no chore to walk.
Wisset or Wissington? Is the question posed inside the church, so they are one and the same, more mangling of the mother tongue by East Anglians, then.
I am greeted with the sight of the wooden tower showing over a modern barn, it looks wonderful. First thing I notice is the bowed end, which reminds me of Loddon. Entry is my a grand glazed porch, but inside the walls are covered by the remains of ancient paintings, and right in front, over a door, is a dragon. Not what I was expecting. It is a delightful small church, made all the more special by the paintings, some more complete than others. And once again I have the church to myself. I am tempted to stay here longer, but it is already getting near lunchtime, and time is getting away from me.
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Wissington, sometimes pronounced and even spelt Wiston, is in a gentle fold of Essex, above the Stour. It looks to Colchester rather than to Ipswich, and since the closure of the Jane Walker Hospital the village has returned to being a sleepy hamlet, not particularly on the way to anywhere.
Norman churches are not common in Suffolk; there was wealth to rebuild most of them on the eve of the Reformation. The best Norman churches are out on the margins of the county, as though some central authority had forgotten them. Apart from Nayland, the nearest other churches to Wissington are all in Essex.
Having said that St Mary is Norman, a qualification must be made, since the Victorians clearly thought that it wasn't quite Norman enough. They built the eastern apse, and filled the church with 'Norman' furnishings. There is a tasteless stone Norman pulpit, an absurd stone Norman reading desk, and even, I am afraid, Norman pews.
You approach the church by a narrow by-road from the Bures to Nayland road, which peters out into a private lane across the Wissington Hall estate.
You must leave your car on the hard standing area before entering the estate. The track is a public footpath, and takes you about 200m past a field that was full of the fluffiest, most comical sheep on my last visit. The church stands above the farmyard just to the west of the hall.
This is not a church you will come across by accident. The setting is superb - what it must be to wake up and see it every morning. You enter the churchyard from the eastern end, the apse for a moment making the building look round. The ancient exterior promises gloom, and you'll not be disappointed. You step into a darkness that seems ancient, and if you can ignore the pews and ridiculous pulpit, you can conjure up in your mind the candle flickering and incense-clouded early middle ages.
A building like this has a long memory, and, unusually for Suffolk, probably had as long a life before the Reformation as it has had since.
There is a smell of earth, a coolness that is unchanging, whatever the weather outside. And then, as your eyes become accustomed to the gloom, you can look up to see the wonderful wall-paintings.
The paintings date from about 1280, and the complete range is still discernible. In common with many other survivals from this period, there are two levels.
The top level of paintings (the best preserved) shows the story of Christ from Annunciation to Ascension. The south wall is best of all. The sequence is shown below; hover to read the captions, click to see enlarged images. They starts at the far eastern end with the Annunciation; the angel holds a lily, and Mary's face is just visible on the right.This painting is wrongly identified as St Michael in some sources. The Visitation is lost, and we catch up on the story with one of two paintings here that are world famous. It apparently shows the Nativity (and must, to fit in with the sequence) but the imagery of it is more usually associated with the confinement of St Anne and the birth of the Blessed Virgin. It shows Mary in some pain, and her watching husband in distress, as a midwife nurses her. The problem is that, because of her immaculate conception, Mary was believed in medieval times to have given birth without pain. Although this doctrine was only formally received into the Church in the 19th century, it was widely held in medieval England.
The next part of the story fills two panels; in the first, an angel appears to the shepherds, one of whom is in the panel with him. His fellows gather in the next frame, while young sheep gambol without concern at their feet. In the next frame, they appear to be hurrying down to Bethlehem. In fact, the story switches at this point from St Luke's Gospel to St Matthew's, and these are the Magi travelling to greet the Christchild.
The journey of the Magi is followed by a two frame scene in which they offer their gifts to the infant Christ. He sits on his mother's lap, much as he does in the same scene at Thornham Parva across the county. There then follows the other world famous image; the angel appears to the Magi to tell them not to go back to Jerusalem but to return by a different route. As in the capital at Autun Cathedral, they are shown all asleep in the same bed.
The final two scenes in this row show the flight into Egypt and, just before the gallery intervenes and they are lost, the massacre of the innocents, with a fearsome soldier wielding a sword.
The painting is in ochre, with vine designs around the painted archways and alcoves that offset the subjects. The lower range is less well preserved, and is generally held to be scenes from the life of St Nicholas. I have to say that I do not find the evidence for this compelling. Certainly, the most well-preserved painting shows a man in a boat, and he appears to be holding a bishop's crozier as he blesses the sailors, as in the St Nicholas legend. However, if it wasn't a crozier, then this could just as easily be the story of Christ calming the waters of Lake Gallilee, in which case we must be open to the possibility that this is another range of scenes from the life of Christ. However, those to the east of this don't fit any obvious stories, and they are now so faint that it is easy to read almost anything into them. One figure appears to be female and holding a wheel, and so could be St Catherine. To her right, one figure pushes down the head of another - the expression on the face of the victim suggests another martyrdom.
There are fewer images survivng on the north wall, and they are generally in poorer condition, but several parts of the crucifixion story are clear. In one, Christ is nailed to the cross; He lies on the ground, and his executioners kneel beside him. I have seen this described as 'Christ washing the feet of his disciples, which is not impossible, but seems odd at this place in the sequence.
In the next, a figure holds a stick with a vinegar sponge up to the thirsting Christ, while a woman weeps at his nailed feet. The next image I take to be Christ being taken down from the cross, because the iconography is familiar; he lies with his head to the left resting in his mother's lap. However, an unusual feature is the large number of people gathered to watch; there are usually only three or four. The only other really clear image in the sequence is the risen Christ standing with his hands help open, surrounded by his friends I have seen this described as 'the last supper'.
There are two other major paintings on the north wall, and they are both really quite extraordinary. One is above the former north door, and shows a large and ferocious dragon. He is quite out of scale with the other images, and in quite a different style. Some sources suggest that it is part of a scene of St Margaret, but I could see no evidence for this. At the other end of the north wall, however, is the earliest known English image of St Francis. He is shown preaching to the birds in the tree. If 1280, the estimated date for this work, is broadly correct, then this could have been painted by people who were alive in the lifetime of their subject.
There are also the remains of a doom on the west wall above the gallery, hidden when I was last here by building work.
The rest of this building is as atmospheric, and the Victorian additions are obvious, so don't intrude too much. You step beyond the chancel arch into a square space that was obviously once the base of the tower, as at Ousden or Oulton. The sanctuary beyond is all Victorian. A brass inscription for a Laudian Rector has been reset in the tiles. Turning back west, you can make out the two parts of the gallery through the gloom, a royal arms of George III and two hatchments flanking it. Mortlock says that it has Fear God and Honour the King inscribed on the back. This end was undergoing repairs on my last visit.
Beneath the gallery, the font, later than the Norman period, is unique in Suffolk. There is one detail in particular on it that I like very much. The lions at its base are not sitting up, alert, as is common in East Anglia. They are lying down, as though the rural idyll of this place, and its ageless peace, have at last overcome them, and they have surrendered themselves to sleep.
St Mary, Wissington, is just south of the Sudbury to Colchester Road, where the road from Nayland to Bures cuts through. I have never found it locked.
This is not a staged shot. Dave wears a gas mask in the house during allergy season. You think you have problems...: - )
after a small surgery by the dentist on my tooth I was advised to take some antibiotic... this was the effect after two small pills of "amoxocillina".
scraping all the day, imppossible to sleep... three weeks of cortisone pills and no ski at all. I got more and more nervous, enraged with everything. Fortunately now I'm ok. (and you're lucky I didn't shot more pics of the rest of the body... ;-) )
Look at the similar pics on the medicin website www.farmacovigilanza.org/reazioni_cutanee/0204.01.asp
Thursday.
Start of the two day road trip.
I was awake before five with my allergies giving me hell. It was so bad I thought I had a cold, but it went off during the day, allergies is the best fit, but as I was feeling better later, it don't really matter. Anyway, we have breakfast, I load the car having packed the night before, and I drive Jools to the factory. And It's just me and the open road. Well, apart from all other drivers in south east England who were driving too. In fact I got caught in a train of cars heading to Folkestone behind a Dutch camper van travelling at 25mph.
However, onto the motorway and into the rush hour traffic of Ashford and then Maidstone before the fun that is the M25 heading into Dartford. It is odd that the most important part of the motorway is the corssing and we have to pay to use it, even if it has already been paid for and it causes god-almighty traffic jams. It's not that the money is reinvested back in the road system, as you will see later when I moan about the East Anglain road system with its myriad of bottlenecks and planning disasters.
I get through the queues, pay my two quid to find the southbound traffic the other side of the tunnel is at least three times as worse. And then there is the hjoy of the A12 through Essex. How can it be that a simple road causes so much pain? Is it the mad driving, the racing to get to the next junction, the pointless jams at Chelmsford. I mean who would want to go to Chelsmford? But once into the quiet county of Suffolk, I was able to turn off and head into the Dedham Vale. Or would have if the road signs would have made sense! Does it sound like I'm complaining all the time? I don't like traffic, queues or Essex. So, maybe driving through Essex in the rush hour was planning for trouble.
I switched on the sat nav, programmed the first port of call, Stoke by Nayland, and set off. I was lucky that my friend, Simon, had provided me with a list of fine churches to visit. All of the churches I would visit this morning would be splendid. I saw a sign for the village of Boxted, and realise that is on my list, so I head there, driving towards Church Hill, which my spidy senses tell me I might find the church. I park on the small high street through the village, with the church on my left. I leave the sat nav in the car switched on, I thought there would be no thieves in such a wonderful spot.
And I was right.
St Peter was quite spectacular, to me, inside, it was like a theatre, with a gallery containing seats and the organ, with the later being the centre of the stage. It was a delight, and is quite possibly my favourite church of all. Some doing, but I loved the church. But, I had to move on. But I tell the folks clearing bushes for the church wall how much I loved it. She had only been in once, at Christmas, but though the acoustics were good.
It was only a five minute drive to Soke by Nayland, I found the church and parked on the main street of the village and walked up to the churchyard noting the worker's vans parked near the porch. This could be trouble I thought.
It has fine glass, memorials and tiles, but I did have a run in with one of the workers. I wanted to photograph the windows, and asked if I could get by. NO. I was told. We're busy. But you're just talking. No, we're busy, and we might hot you on the head, said the stage erector. I siad I would be careful, and he retorted that he would not be held responsible if I had an accident. All in all it put a damper on the church, so I got my shots and left. I mean I can always go back.
I stopped at the small book shop at the cross roads and by a Sherlock Holmes novel to read if I got bored that evening, and head off for the next church.
It is a short drive to Polstead, the next on the list. Now, I did not plan this and I am getting the feeling that I am retracing my tracks already, in fact I was to pass through Stoke by Nayland some four times during the day. Oh well, its no real hardship.
Polstead lies in a shallow valley, with the village scattered up one side. I assume that the church will be on the highest point. As there are only four roads in and out of the village, it shouldn't be hard to find. I drive past the attractive cillage pond, more like a lake and head up through the village, past many wonderful looking ancient houses, but find no church. Back down into the centre of the village and out another road, and still no church. This just leaves the road I came in on, and so head back down through the village, past the pond onto the main road, or what counts as the main road, and a few yards further along is a small white sign pointing up the other side of the valley into some woods.
A new road has been laid, and there is a good sized car park, so I abandon the car, grab the cameras and walk into the church year. From outside St Mary looks something like a typical small Suffolk church, others might feel differently about that, but nothing too spectacular. But once inside on is met with brick-topped arches and it filled with the most wonderful light. I am awestruck, and glad that I do not research these churches beforehand so my breath can be taken away by the beauty of these churches.
After getting my shots I go back outside, taking a tray of quinces that are on offer and deposit a couple of quid in the box as a donation.
I program in Wissington into the sat nav and set off. Soon I see we are to go through Nayland, so I decide if I can find a parking space I will stop here first and snap the church. Nayland is a stunning looking large village, but, it knows it. I wanted to warm to the village, but seems to be more Aldborough that traditional working village, I could be wrong, but judging by the quantity of high powered sports cars parked in the village square, I get the feeling I am right.
I find a place to park, and see the church framed down Church Mews making a fine shot. So I snap that and enter the churchyard, walking round t the main entrance through the porch. Inside it is another fine church, built on a grand scale. I really warm to the church and am happy to snap it.
When I parked the car I saw some fashionably dressed ladies sipping coffees outside a shop, so I go in search of a cup for myself, to find it an arts shop which held classes for children to pain ceramics, with a coffee bar as a side line. Having just two tables, and a queue of several people, I assume I won't get a table and hope I can find a place somewhere else. I walk back to the car, load up and drive off towards Wissington.
Entering the village, I see a sign pointing to Wiston church, not the one I was looking for, but a church, so I drive down the narrow lane to the parking spot. The church is on a private estate, and they don't want cars parking near the church. Or something. But it is only a five minute walk, and it is a wonderful autumn day with lots of golden sunshine, its no chore to walk.
Wisset or Wissington? Is the question posed inside the church, so they are one and the same, more mangling of the mother tongue by East Anglians, then.
I am greeted with the sight of the wooden tower showing over a modern barn, it looks wonderful. First thing I notice is the bowed end, which reminds me of Loddon. Entry is my a grand glazed porch, but inside the walls are covered by the remains of ancient paintings, and right in front, over a door, is a dragon. Not what I was expecting. It is a delightful small church, made all the more special by the paintings, some more complete than others. And once again I have the church to myself. I am tempted to stay here longer, but it is already getting near lunchtime, and time is getting away from me.
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Wissington, sometimes pronounced and even spelt Wiston, is in a gentle fold of Essex, above the Stour. It looks to Colchester rather than to Ipswich, and since the closure of the Jane Walker Hospital the village has returned to being a sleepy hamlet, not particularly on the way to anywhere.
Norman churches are not common in Suffolk; there was wealth to rebuild most of them on the eve of the Reformation. The best Norman churches are out on the margins of the county, as though some central authority had forgotten them. Apart from Nayland, the nearest other churches to Wissington are all in Essex.
Having said that St Mary is Norman, a qualification must be made, since the Victorians clearly thought that it wasn't quite Norman enough. They built the eastern apse, and filled the church with 'Norman' furnishings. There is a tasteless stone Norman pulpit, an absurd stone Norman reading desk, and even, I am afraid, Norman pews.
You approach the church by a narrow by-road from the Bures to Nayland road, which peters out into a private lane across the Wissington Hall estate.
You must leave your car on the hard standing area before entering the estate. The track is a public footpath, and takes you about 200m past a field that was full of the fluffiest, most comical sheep on my last visit. The church stands above the farmyard just to the west of the hall.
This is not a church you will come across by accident. The setting is superb - what it must be to wake up and see it every morning. You enter the churchyard from the eastern end, the apse for a moment making the building look round. The ancient exterior promises gloom, and you'll not be disappointed. You step into a darkness that seems ancient, and if you can ignore the pews and ridiculous pulpit, you can conjure up in your mind the candle flickering and incense-clouded early middle ages.
A building like this has a long memory, and, unusually for Suffolk, probably had as long a life before the Reformation as it has had since.
There is a smell of earth, a coolness that is unchanging, whatever the weather outside. And then, as your eyes become accustomed to the gloom, you can look up to see the wonderful wall-paintings.
The paintings date from about 1280, and the complete range is still discernible. In common with many other survivals from this period, there are two levels.
The top level of paintings (the best preserved) shows the story of Christ from Annunciation to Ascension. The south wall is best of all. The sequence is shown below; hover to read the captions, click to see enlarged images. They starts at the far eastern end with the Annunciation; the angel holds a lily, and Mary's face is just visible on the right.This painting is wrongly identified as St Michael in some sources. The Visitation is lost, and we catch up on the story with one of two paintings here that are world famous. It apparently shows the Nativity (and must, to fit in with the sequence) but the imagery of it is more usually associated with the confinement of St Anne and the birth of the Blessed Virgin. It shows Mary in some pain, and her watching husband in distress, as a midwife nurses her. The problem is that, because of her immaculate conception, Mary was believed in medieval times to have given birth without pain. Although this doctrine was only formally received into the Church in the 19th century, it was widely held in medieval England.
The next part of the story fills two panels; in the first, an angel appears to the shepherds, one of whom is in the panel with him. His fellows gather in the next frame, while young sheep gambol without concern at their feet. In the next frame, they appear to be hurrying down to Bethlehem. In fact, the story switches at this point from St Luke's Gospel to St Matthew's, and these are the Magi travelling to greet the Christchild.
The journey of the Magi is followed by a two frame scene in which they offer their gifts to the infant Christ. He sits on his mother's lap, much as he does in the same scene at Thornham Parva across the county. There then follows the other world famous image; the angel appears to the Magi to tell them not to go back to Jerusalem but to return by a different route. As in the capital at Autun Cathedral, they are shown all asleep in the same bed.
The final two scenes in this row show the flight into Egypt and, just before the gallery intervenes and they are lost, the massacre of the innocents, with a fearsome soldier wielding a sword.
The painting is in ochre, with vine designs around the painted archways and alcoves that offset the subjects. The lower range is less well preserved, and is generally held to be scenes from the life of St Nicholas. I have to say that I do not find the evidence for this compelling. Certainly, the most well-preserved painting shows a man in a boat, and he appears to be holding a bishop's crozier as he blesses the sailors, as in the St Nicholas legend. However, if it wasn't a crozier, then this could just as easily be the story of Christ calming the waters of Lake Gallilee, in which case we must be open to the possibility that this is another range of scenes from the life of Christ. However, those to the east of this don't fit any obvious stories, and they are now so faint that it is easy to read almost anything into them. One figure appears to be female and holding a wheel, and so could be St Catherine. To her right, one figure pushes down the head of another - the expression on the face of the victim suggests another martyrdom.
There are fewer images survivng on the north wall, and they are generally in poorer condition, but several parts of the crucifixion story are clear. In one, Christ is nailed to the cross; He lies on the ground, and his executioners kneel beside him. I have seen this described as 'Christ washing the feet of his disciples, which is not impossible, but seems odd at this place in the sequence.
In the next, a figure holds a stick with a vinegar sponge up to the thirsting Christ, while a woman weeps at his nailed feet. The next image I take to be Christ being taken down from the cross, because the iconography is familiar; he lies with his head to the left resting in his mother's lap. However, an unusual feature is the large number of people gathered to watch; there are usually only three or four. The only other really clear image in the sequence is the risen Christ standing with his hands help open, surrounded by his friends I have seen this described as 'the last supper'.
There are two other major paintings on the north wall, and they are both really quite extraordinary. One is above the former north door, and shows a large and ferocious dragon. He is quite out of scale with the other images, and in quite a different style. Some sources suggest that it is part of a scene of St Margaret, but I could see no evidence for this. At the other end of the north wall, however, is the earliest known English image of St Francis. He is shown preaching to the birds in the tree. If 1280, the estimated date for this work, is broadly correct, then this could have been painted by people who were alive in the lifetime of their subject.
There are also the remains of a doom on the west wall above the gallery, hidden when I was last here by building work.
The rest of this building is as atmospheric, and the Victorian additions are obvious, so don't intrude too much. You step beyond the chancel arch into a square space that was obviously once the base of the tower, as at Ousden or Oulton. The sanctuary beyond is all Victorian. A brass inscription for a Laudian Rector has been reset in the tiles. Turning back west, you can make out the two parts of the gallery through the gloom, a royal arms of George III and two hatchments flanking it. Mortlock says that it has Fear God and Honour the King inscribed on the back. This end was undergoing repairs on my last visit.
Beneath the gallery, the font, later than the Norman period, is unique in Suffolk. There is one detail in particular on it that I like very much. The lions at its base are not sitting up, alert, as is common in East Anglia. They are lying down, as though the rural idyll of this place, and its ageless peace, have at last overcome them, and they have surrendered themselves to sleep.
St Mary, Wissington, is just south of the Sudbury to Colchester Road, where the road from Nayland to Bures cuts through. I have never found it locked.
This was part of my allergy test today. They started by marking my arms and pricking each with a plastic toothpick-like device, each dipped in a different allergen like oak, grass, and pet dander.
None showed positive, so I move on to the bonus round where I get them each injected into my skin. My upper arms have similar markings from the first batch of 32 injections. I will wait a few weeks and then do the rest of them
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Lexington Kentucky is one of the worst cities in the USA for Allergies. www.cbsnews.com/stories/2008/04/24/health/webmd/main40426...
allergy.. pretty self explanatory. i like the way it came out. i added more "snot" drops (how disgusting!) and i think it made it right on. i also thought about changing the color but i like the name tag being green & i thought it would take away from the name.
Hi, friends!
Foods you like, despise, can't eat (allergies, etc.)
I have the worst salty-sweet tooth. I love rich. I love vaguely bitter. (THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH). I love acid. I love earthy. I'm allergic to iodine, but that basically only matters if I'm consuming massive amounts of seafood (unlikely to come in a mailed package, I think?) or getting prepped for surgery.
I'm not a huge fan of nuts, and I am actually really bad about eating fancy food treats. Punsir teases me that I save my Cadbury eggs until they're going to hatch.
Coffee vs. tea?
I drink so much tea that I should probably see the dentist more often. I love black teas, white teas and flavored teas. I think green tea tastes like icky, icky grossness in a cup, but chais are my favorite. I'm not the biggest anise fan, so I try to find teas without anise in them, and hibiscus gives me headaches, but otherwise, I am an equal opportunity tea lover.
Where do you live? (I'm thinking climate, big city/small town, etc.)
We just moved to Philadelphia after several years in the DC area. Our apartment is right on the edge of young, hip party area, but we're still brick sidewalks and old growth trees. I love living somewhere with lots of opportunities to run, window shop and eat. There's a ton of great restaurants in our neighborhood, and we're just starting to discover them. While Punsir and I have been doing Weight Watchers (HELL YES DOWN THIRTEEN POUNDS), and that has stalled our foodie explorations, I think we're going to have a great time exploring the area. I grew up not far from Philly- about 90 minutes- so it's kind of fun to explore the city in a totally new way.
The only down side is that I work about 75 minutes from Philly, via car. I spend a lot of time in the car. BOOOOO.
Favorite yarns / fabrics?
I just, oh, god, I have such a yarn problem. I love Sundara. I love MadTosh. I love Fiberphile. I knit A LOT, and I love luxe fibers with rich handpaints. I don't love variegated, but a tonal yarn totally has my number. I also love sturdy wools: workhorses like Ella Rae and Cascade for giant sweater production, and I love unexpected details, like 5% of camel. I'm big into the feel and hand of yarns, so I'm always looking for a new experience.
Fabric is harder. I buy fabric like a champ. A champ with a broken sewing machine. I love charm packs and jelly rolls in vintage style prints.
Crafty pursuits - knit, crochet, spin, sew, quilt, make friendship bracelets, any of these or others?
I love art: the Art Deco period, Art-Nouveau, the Arts and Crafts movement, Anglo-Japanese (like Whistler, Singer Sargent, etc.) and saturated, stylized colors. Klimt, and the like: they move me so. I love to cook and I'm fine with attempting something exotic and complicated, even if it spectacularly fails. I love to work with my hands.
Hobbies/pursuits/proclivities/passions (other than the aforementioned crafty ones, obvs)
Books, in all forms. Movies. Clothes. Food. Wine. Flowers. Jewelry. Living far, far beyond my means. (kidding about that last one)
What do you do in life? (job, career, school, family, etc.)
I'm an exhibits curator at a museum. My job is to design and put together the shows the museum displays. Right now, I have a show opening in three weeks, so I'm super busy. I love that my job not just encourages but requires me to learn as much as I can, about anything I can. It's a really creative, mindbending kind of work: I'm just as likely to be knee deep in a fish tank as I am inside a dinosaur skeleton, or in an archive repairing a print so I can display it as I am to be working with a band saw to build a case. I really, really, really love my job.
What makes you happy?
My sweet, sweet Punsir. My friends. I make no distinction between the online and the inperson. Hot tea. Red wine. Stinky cheese. High heels. NPR. The smell of the air after it rains. Clean laundry. Heavy blankets. Antiques.
Random favorites -- colors, flavors, scents, books, movies, TV, magazines, genres, time of day, motifs (foxes, bees, squirrels, owls, beavers, mushrooms, bats) etc.
My favorite color is blue: sapphire, rich, so saturated it's almost grayblack. I love heavy jewel tones; if the color would belong in a byzantine mosiac, I'm going to love it. I wear lots of different perfumes: some floral, some oriental, some lighter and sweeter. My favorite perfume is the same as the one my mother wore as twenty years ago: a classic never dies!
I love TV: sharply crafted procedurals like The Wire or complex dramas like Breaking Bad are my favorites. I also love 30 Rock, Masterpiece Theater, Antiques Roadshow and documentaries. I am a huge, huge dork. If there's a historical costume, I will watch it.
My favorite times of day are the quiet ones. I love early morning and afternoon. The warmth after a hot bath, the calmness of a big cup of tea and my knitting. I don't have particularly favorite motifs, but I love vintage or vintage inspired. I've recently started wearing pins and broaches (often in my hair), and I love the power of an accesorry to take a plain outfit somewhere new.
Nearly 14 years ago I was diagnosed with very severe food allergies. It's been more than ten years since I've used my epipen. My allergist had told me that I could try *slowly* reintroducing cooked allergens (and then gradually moving to raw foods) nearly three years ago. Tonight I decided that I'm no longer allergic to cooked carrots and I made myself some for supper. So far so good.
In that plate is: home made pasta (with tarragon from the garden), carrots and beans from my veggie box, onions, leeks from my garden, mustard seed and pine nuts and sesame seed, a bit of cumin, salt and pepper. And, of course, fresh grated parm cheese on top. To say it was really tasty would be an understatement.
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