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The Salisbury Cathedral clock is a large iron-framed tower clock without a dial, in Salisbury Cathedral, England. Thought to date from about 1386, it is a well-preserved example of the earliest type of mechanical clock, called verge and foliot clocks, and is said to be the oldest working clock in the world, although similar claims are made for other clocks. Previously in a bell-tower which was demolished in 1790, the clock was restored to working condition in 1956 and is on display in the North nave aisle of the cathedral, close to the West front.
It was not until the nineteenth century when clocks became the norm for telling the time. Previously, as far back as the thirteenth century, civilisations used sun dials in order to tell the time. The Greeks and the Romans frequently used sun dials and evolved them to become more accurate to tell the time.
Salisbury Cathedral Clock is claimed to be the oldest working clock in Britain dating back to 1386. It is made from hand-wrought iron and was created by three horologists (the study of measurement of time) Johannes and Williemus Vrieman and Johannes Jietuijt of Delft. What some may find unusual about the clock is that it has no face and was designed to only strike at the hours to remind local parishioners of service times. This design was first introduced in Salisbury itself and was a very new concept. Standardised hours had never been used before but rather increments based on the four seasons as seen in when sundials were the usual method of keeping time.
The Cathedral clock has a large, iron-framed movement with few moving parts. It is also known as a ‘turret’ clock which measures at 1.29M by 1.06 and standing 1.24 high. The frame is held together with steel tenons and wedges in much the same way that timber structures were being built as nuts and bolts were yet to be invented. It is also separated into two sections, both of which are named. The right-hand section is known as the ‘Going Train’ while the left-hand section is known as the ‘Striking Train’. The mechanics behind the clock has been designed so that each section is driven by falling weights which must be wound up every day.
In 1790, the old bell tower 'on the ditch of the close of the canons of the said church' mentioned in the deed of 1386 which had housed the clock was demolished, so the clock was moved to the Cathedral's central tower. In 1884, a new clock was installed and the old one was left to the side.
The old clock was left to deteriorate and was only rediscovered in 1929. It was partially restored and placed back on public display. It was not until 1956 that the clock was fully restored to its original condition and set up in its current position.
However, it was after the disassembling and restoration that the age of the clock was questioned. With records confirming that the cathedral itself was built in 1386, it was only the design of the clock itself that was debated. Similar clocks were discovered in the UK and Europe with similar designs dating back to the 1500s insinuating that the original clock may have been removed and replaced 200 years later. This 45-year period of inactivity between 1929 and 1956 has led to debate for the title as the World’s oldest working clock as well as having no dial or hands limiting it to not being able to tell the time in a traditional sense. Despite being the centre point for many debates, the cathedral and its unusual clock continue to draw visitors and both are still as intriguing as they were when newly built in the fourteenth century.
“Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. an alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.”
― The Time Keeper
I definitely DIDN'T go looking for an oldish looking house to park my car in front of for a photo, if that's what you were thinking.
Secret No. 29 : I'm a major procrastinatior.
... which is probably the reason why it's taking me so long to finish what is supposed to be a 30 day series. Haha!
I understand that some things need to be done on time and I do meet deadlines, it's just that if I could hold off doing things 'til the last minute, I would likely do. Plus, I'd like to think I work best under pressure. Riiiggghhhtt....
... Naah, I just spend waaaaayyyy too much time on flickr. ;P
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Got the clock stock here.
After a big day riding in Outback Australia, it was time for these bikers to have a drink or two outside the Albert Hotel, Milparinka, NSW, Australia.
It's train time at the secluded Rawhide crossing on UP's Roseville Subdivision. As the UP 2644, leading the ZLTG2, crawls up the stiff grade near Midas, the MOGRV coasts down the #1 track with a long manifest bound for Roseville. Never a dull moment on Donner.
I think that this song is incredibly beautiful, but I have the hardest time listening to it. If only we could freeze time...
Time in Blue. I am taking a few shots of the tower before work on it starts in the new year. This one was taken from the Hospital Garden on the opposite side of the river during the "blue hour". I will need another go at this one as I moved slightly off centre while cleaning spray from the fountain off the lens!
i'm having to upload oldies cuz i haven't been able to shoot, i got an owwie and it's still hard to walk.
Banana and Chocolate Chip Muffins.. Took them to mine and hubbys office for our staff.. gone in 20 seconds.. Happy Friday
I finally made it over to Lake Shore Park, in Newark, hoping to find baby egrets & herons...they were everywhere, at all stages and delightful to watch. As usual, in a rookery situation, there is so much noise and the smell...well, you can image! Talking to a woman that lives here, she said they stay year round because living was pretty good in this location. The concern with the people living in this neighborhood, besides the obvious, is that their urine and such is killing the vegetation.
When jewellers Prestons Ltd had new premises built in 1913 at 2 Deansgate, Bolton, the frontage was in a buff glazed terracotta and incorporated a clock tower topped with a time ball. Restored in 2008, it was one of only two still operating in England, the other one is at Greenwich. In 2011 when I took this photo, each day the ball was raised at 12.55pm and fell at precisely 1.00pm on receipt of an electronic signal from Greenwich. Prestons closed the shop in 2016 and I am unsure whether the time ball still operates.
• The wind whispered through the trees, leaves trembling in response. A child laughed, her voice ringing like chimes. A wave kissed the shore, then retreated, leaving only foam.
An old man watched, hands wrinkled with time. He had learned that all things—laughter, sorrow, warmth, cold—were fleeting. The past was a memory, the future a dream.
A raindrop landed on his palm, cool and fleeting. He smiled. This moment, too, would pass. But for now, it was his.
Everything we see, hear, and feel is just a moment in time - precious, vanishing, infinite.
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Daylight savings time occurred last weekend and I have to admit I spent the last week subtracting an hour with every unwanted task I did. If this were last week, it would be 5:30 AM! If this were last week, it would only be 11:00 PM! So went my secret lament, which was only compounded by the fact, I had to travel. That’s business travel, which is so much different from “fun photography” travel. Business travel means your best friend is the recalculating GPS woman on the dashboard.
Here I am though on Sunday morning and if this were last week….. the time would have been exactly the same. My secret lament must end. I’m also home solid this week. Now I wish the GPS woman could be attached to my vacuum to help me locate the nasty nests of dust bunnies. That’s technology for another day.