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St Andrew, Whissendine, Rutland
The most easterly village in Rutland is called Essendine, the most westerly is called Whissendine. Now, that looks like too much of a coincidence to be a coincidence, don't you think? And yet I'm assured that they are actually named after Anglo-Saxon landowners. Whatever, twenty miles separate them, and as this is a part of Rutland I have not yet explored at all I thought it would be fun to cover the area in between.
It was a fairly leisurely bike ride so far, ten churches in and the most westerly outpost of my journey was now in sight. I was at Teigh, and I had to make a decision. Whissendine was next. It was about three miles round by road, but there was a track across the fields marked on the OS map which was probably not much more than two miles. It was designated a public footpath, but was lined as if to show it was suitable for vehicles. I decided to take the chance.
I found the Teigh end of it, which had a sign saying no motor vehicles except farm vehicles, which looked promising. It led through a farmyard and then wound gently downhill, but very soon the concrete path became a rutted track, churned up by tractor wheels and dried in the sun. I kept a slow, steady path helped by rolling downhill, but the further I got, and the more the track deteriorated, the harder I knew it would be to get back if anything went wrong. The thing was, the track crossed the Leicester to Peterborough railway line, at what on my map was marked as a level crossing, but my map was almost twenty years old. What if the crossing was closed? What would I do then? At the very least I would have to push my bike more than a mile mostly uphill to get back to Teigh. The track became rougher and narrower. The tractor ruts turned off into a field, and now it was only a muddy pathway through the trees, no more than a metre wide. At last, I reached the railway line, thanking God that the level crossing was still in existence, albeit with just a narrow clapgate. There was barely room for my bike, and no vehicle could have got any further. On the other side, praise be, it was a metalled road, and after about half a mile I reached the top road and the village of Whissendine.
Not a large village, but a pleasant, civilised one as if it had once been a place of greater importance. The church, however, is one of Rutland's largest.This great church is very much in the Leicestershire style, a strong, blockish west tower with a wide nave with aisles and clerestories and a grand chancel beyond. It looked fabulous in the sunshine, not to mention my gratitude for being back in civilisation. The interior is lovely, harmonious, wide and rambling. I was put in mind of Barnack in Cambridgeshire. The large nave was full of light, and packed with delights. Bill Bryson gave this as his favourite village church in England, and although it obviously wouldn't be mine I could see why. Bizarrely, the leaning north arcade is supported by a second arcade to the aisle. The simplicity of the church is partly because there are few memorials, and the church is furnished in a seemly High Church manner. One curiosity is the screen to the south aisle chapel, which was saved from the medieval chapel of St John's College, Cambridge, when Sir George Gilbert Scott demolished it in the 1860s. The lower part appears to be a 17th Century addition.
I spoke to the lady clearing up after last week's flower festival (thank you God, for not letting me come here last week) and it was clear how proud she was of the church. And I liked it a lot too, and made it my church of the day so far.
I had come as far west as it was possible to come in Rutland. I was less than a mile from the Leicestershire border. The village windmill across the valley to the west looked attractive, but was time to head home. The road east back to Stamford was a straight one with three more churches to punctuate it. It was a short distance to the first of these, Ashwell.
Having successfully built his own business from the ground up, Anas' journey is one of determination, hunger for accomplishment and talent.
I caught this big lizard in some vines and aerial roots running along the trunk of a large tree in the courtyard of the hostal. I think he is some sort of basilisk. He was big, I think a bit surprised, and rather angry with me for grabbing it. I resisted the urge I always get when I've caught a new lizard to let it bite me just to see how hard it bites. I think this guy would have bitten medium hard but we'll never know.
In addition to giant, man-eating lizards, there were also large toads, swarms (literally) of 20mm long flying ants, chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, and cows wandering the street and playa at El Zonte
Think about having 4x6 cards made up for handouts at cars shows etc. Let me know if it passes muster. :)
The Thinker c. 1880
by Auguste Rodin
France, 19th century
Bronze
Rodin originally conceived The Thinker as a depiction of the Italian poet Dante Alighieri (1265–1321) sitting in the upper center of a monumental sculptural doorway titled The Gates of Hell. Inspired by Dante’s description of a journey through the underworld in his epic poem The Divine Comedy (about 1320), The Thinker contemplates mankind’s fate while gazing at a host of damned figures writhing in anguish below.
Cleveland Museum of Art
The gorgeous husband of this beautiful lady organised a surprise party for her and ordered cuppies for her cake :o) Me thinks he's a keeper!
Demi Lovato Thinks....
I got bored and made this.
This is also on my tumblr. www.tonighteverythingisfine.tumblr.com
oh and if you know the song "Got Dynamite" by Demi Lovato, you should understand this..
Everyone needs a pair of Hot Pink Socks! No one could resist looking away from you if you were wearing these. lol katssocks.blogspot.com/2013/01/think-pink.html
Mike Rudolph (yellow gloves), a fishing vessel safety examiner from the Coast Guard's Marine Safety Unit Portland, teaches students ways to make themselves easier to be seen from aircraft overhead in Newport, Oregon Mar. 24, 2017. Rudolph, along with three other instructors, just completed an 18-hour drill conductor's course in which they taught local commercial fishermen how to conduct various emergency drills for the crews aboard their own vessels. U.S. Coast Guard photo by Petty Officer 1st Class Zac Crawford.
think Sport Court - A magi[k] basketball court with 4 parts = 1/EDU [create CRITICAL thinking and more...] -2/TOURIST [ more tourists by 40% ] -3/ANTI BULLYING [ a tool to.. start speak] -4 / PRO FULL SPORT GUIDANCE [ from 5y to..35y] = = LOOKING FOR PLACE/PARK/ISLAND /HOTEL to give/work this pioneer project = ASK after YOUR like = www.facebook.com/thinkSportCourt/
We stumbled into this superb small museum and garden almost by accident on a sparkling afternoon in late May. I think it's one of the best attractions in Paris, and it's covered by the Museum Pass. We only intended to take a quick peek, and ending up spending at least two hours. More pictures of the gardens and the museum complex will follow.
From the Museum Website:
"Certainly one of the most charming museums in Paris, the Museum of Montmartre was founded in 1960. It was built in the seventeenth century as the Bel Air House and is the oldest building in Montmartre. During its heyday, 12 rue Cortot served as a residence and meeting place for many artists including Auguste Renoir, Suzanne Valadon and Émile Bernard, who held their studios here, as well as the fauve artists Emile Othon Friesz and Raoul Dufy.
Just steps from the Place du Tertre, three gardens dedicated to Auguste Renoir surround the Museum of Montmartre. They are named in memory of the impressionist painter who lived on-site between 1875 and 1877, where he painted several masterpieces including the famous le Bal du Moulin de la Galette (“The Moulin de la Galette Ball”), La Balancoire (“The Swing”), and Jardin de la rue Cortot (“Rue Cortot Garden”). The Renoir Gardens offer breathtaking views of the vineyard, the Clos Montmartre, and northern cityscape of Paris.
At the height of artistic creation in Montmartre during the early 20th century, the artist studio situated on rue Cortot served as the site for artists such as the two fauve painters Emile Orthon Friesz and Raoul Dufy, as well as Émile Bernard (Gauguin’s companion), and the writers Léon Bloy and Pierre Reverdy. Suzanne Valadon, famously regarded as one of the first women painters of her generation, initially settled at 12 Cortot in 1898. She later returned in 1912, where she remained until 1926 with her son Maurice Utrillo and her partner André Utter. With respect to Utrillo’s work at the studio, he left behind unforgettable views of Montmartre. After decades of neglect, the studio has been restored and opened in October 2014."
www.museedemontmartre.fr/museum-gardensThe Montmartre Museum and Renoir Garden - Paris - May, 2017
Not the slogan that Nintendo have used for their latest UK touch generations / DS Lite advert, but they might as well have. Repeat after me: women gamers don't need everything to be pink. (The article's awful, but the comments are largely sane, or were the last time I checked.)
I designed a logo for the website Think Faest. If you refresh enough you might see mine in the mix with all the other beautiful ones.
I think by now you realize that I'm fairly shameless when it comes to wearing crazy costumes in public, but I totally give props to my sister for going along with this. However, the costumes were a big hit, and lots of people immediately got the reference, with several people calling out, "Cetacean Ops!" as they saw us. Gotta love Dragon Con!