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LBWN staffer. Bike to Work Week on the Hank Aaron State Trail at the Valley Passage, Menomonee Valley. Milwaukee, WI.
Work Of Art @ Firefest X - Friday 18th October 2013
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view from the window at work. Below you can see 3 electric trolley busses lined up along Lambton Quay, the yellow one being the newest. The construction happening is going to be the new Supreme Court, to the right is what I think was the old court house, which is also being restored. At the bottom right is the SyBase building. Beyond the construction is an old government building, which is now part of Victoria University. Behind that, barely visible is the Train station.
Thursday, and the final day of the audit, and even better news was that it wasn't going to be a full day.
In fact we did not have to leave the hotel until after half eight, then drive to a different site in Newport, and do our auditing there.
We were done by eleven, so a dash back to the hotel to drop off our work things and for me to grab my camera bag, and the rest of the day was ours.
As I waited for Askil to come out of the hotel I could hear the mighty throb of powerful marine engines, and a black MTB thing with no markings except X-01 made out in shiny paint among the matt finish of the rest of the boat.
All black of course.
I was going to show Askil Godshill and then maybe go to the far end of the island.
Who knew, least of all me.
Askil came out, so we climbed in the car, I programmed Godshill, which was half an hour away, and we set off for Newport and its crazy one way system, the sat nav taking us down the wrong road before we had to go round again.
The town was soon left behind, and for Askil who had not been further than Cowes of Newport, the rolling countryside, green fields and distant downlands were a delight for his eyes.
We parked on Church Hill, and as we walked to the church, the owner of two of the thatched cottages c had come out, so we chatted for ten minutes in which she explained having to deal with English Heritage and the Highways Agency.
Why they can't talk directly to each other rather than use her as a conduit is a mystery. Like some Kafkaesque tragedy.
We walked to the church. Walked back down again after I took more shots inside, then to find somewhere for lunch.
A nice thatched country pub I thought, but none were forthcoming.
One fine looking place with signposts, we discovered had closed, But on the other side of the road stood the parish church: St Michael the Archangel, Shalfleet.
It was open, so Askil walked and I hobbled, and the most obvious feature from the outside was the west tower, large and squat, and early too, I guessed.
Inside there was mostly original fittings, the floor continuous, but with Askil there, I quickly whisked round getting some shots just with the 50mm before we went back to the car and continued the age old quest for lunch.
so we drove on to Yarmouth, and on the edge there was a family pub, they had seats and a good menu.
We ate there.
I had a ploughman's. A three cheese ploughman's, which came with what felt like an 8oz block of Cheddar, 6 of Stilton and a generous wedge of Brie.
And three slices of bread, slaw, three large pickled onions.
There was more than enough, what with three different pickles too.
After eating, I set the sat nav for The Needles, some 8 miles away. Closed roads made the trip "interesting", but we reach the car park, after a climb of two miles, but a few yards further on, land ended.
My knee made the case for staying in the car, so Askil went to walk to the Needles Battery and the fine views it has. I tried to read more of Frankenstein, until my eyes got heavy.
After an hour, Askil returned, enthused by the view and experience.
Shall we go back to the hotel?
We shall.
I took a wrong turn out of Freshwater, so we went along the southern coast, where the downland dropped away steeply from left to right, to the sea, at the their base, earthen cliffs, like in Norfolk, were surrendering to the waves at an alarming rate.
Then inland, going round Newport and along the north coast to Egypt Point and the hotel.
We booked dinner for half six, so I went to my room to take drugs and strong cuppas.
And so to our last meal, again in the hotel due to my knee.
I had haddock and chips, he had beef lasagne and chips. It was all very nice, if soul-less.
We paid our bills, as we were off at five in the morning, so that done, all there was left to do was to pack.
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Amazingly, I missed the Lilly Cross, a wall painting on my previous visit, but thanks to it being pointed out, I did see it, sadly it was in a side chapel that was locked.
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At once a Sonne is promis’d her, and gone,
Gabriell gives Christ to her, He her to John;
Not fully a mother, She is in Orbitie,
At once receiver and the legacie.
All this, and all betweene, this day hath showne,
Th’ Abridgement of Christ’s story, which makes one
(As in plaine Maps, the furthest West is East)
Of the Angels’s Ave, and Consummatum est…
[John Donne, Upon the Annunciation and Passion Falling upon one day. 1608]
The Lily-Cross is unique in English wallpainting. It shows Christ crucified on a lily, flanked by painted curtains with inscriptions on scrolls. The curtains once had painted or carved figures, perhaps of Mary and John, on or in front of them, and the outline of these is still faintly visible. Above, two hovering angels hold more scrolls, that on the right showing reasonably well. As is tantalisingly common, the various inscriptions are just below the threshold of decipherability.
The lily-cross in all probability refers to the calendrical coincidence that occurs several times in any given century, when Good Friday falls on March 25, the Feast of the Annunciation. Ancient tradition holds that The Creation, The Annunciation and Good Friday all took place on this date, and in days of old it was held as New Year’s Day and was calculated to fall on the Spring Equinox. In the Middle Ages, various beliefs seem to have clustered around “this doubtful day of Feast or Fast” [Donne, ibid. ll.5-6] and one of them is encapsulated in a rhyme :
“When the Lord’s Day falls in Our Lady’s lap
England shall meet with a great mishap”.
This coincidence took place in 2005 and in 2016
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Here people have worshipped for about a millennium. Before that it was a major pagan holy site, perhaps going back further thousands of years. The island was the last part of England to be converted to Christianity (C7) and we know a stone church was built here in the reign of Edward the Confessor (1042-66). Legend tells how the builders started to erect a church at the bottom of the hill only to find the stones repeatedly miraculously transported to the top. This it seemed was where God wanted the church and so that is where they built it. After the Norman invasion in 1066 the church was rebuilt and the building you are in is the fourth on the site. It dates to the middle of the fourteenth century, around the time of the Black Death, and is in Perpendicular style. A piscina (for washing Mass vessels) from the original Saxon church is incorporated into the wall to the right of the South altar.
One of the features of this church is that, as you can see, it is a double church. The north church belonged to the parish; the southern church was for the workers at nearby Appuldurcombe Priory. In the middle arches are slots where a wooden partition separated the two. The priest’s door, usually in the south wall, is therefore in the north wall. The door through which you entered dates back to the Cl4 church. The roof beams are mostly original (and resemble overturned ships), as are the windows, but not the stained glass. The lovely C20 stained glass window in the north wall was created by William Morris’ studio.
In the chapel on the South side is a most precious wall painting of Christ crucified, not on a wooden cross, but a lily branch. Known as the Lily Cross it is unique in this country. It was painted circa 1450 by an unknown Renaissance artist, possibly Italian. At that time the whole interior of the church would have been brightly painted with religious scenes (traces have been found on other walls). In the Cl6 and C17 Puritans ensured that these works of art were scrubbed off and church interiors lime-washed white. It is probable that the Lily Cross survived because it was carefully covered over to hide it. lt was rediscovered in 1842. The rood beam across the south church, with the figures of Jesus on the cross, Mary his mother and St John, is a replica of what would have been there in the Middle Ages.
Appuldurcombe Priory was “acquired” by Henry Vlll and rented to the Leigh family. On the tomb between the altars, the figures of Sir John and his wife Agnes have their feet, not on the usual dogs, but on boars (the cause of his death). The monks on the bottom of their shoes are praying for their souls (soles get it?).T he memorial on the north wall shows their daughter Anne and her husband, Sir James Worsley, at He had been Henry Vlll’s whipping boy, taking his punishments for him. (For this reason he was given the Appuldurcombe estate on his marriage to Anne.) The helmet has been recently dated to the C14 and was worn in battle by a Leigh, perhaps in the Hundred Years War against France. The church is full of the Worsley family memorials. One by the altar commemorates two young sons killed in a gunpowder accident at Appuldurcombe. The memorial to Richard Worsley (famous for suing his wife’s lover and getting only one shilling damages) is so grandiose and ostentatious that it has been hidden behind the organ; it is known locally as the bath tub. The St George statue commemorates a Godshill nineteen year old soldier killed in 1944. The latest memorial, right of the door, is for Admiral Sir Dudley Pound, First Sea Lord in WW ll. In the churchyard, on the left as you leave, is the CWGC maintained grave of an Irish soldier, a casualty in WW1, who died of wounds in the parish.
The ILO hosted a country-level meeting for Indonesia in Jakarta from 24-25 February in preparation for the United Nations Economic and Social Council (ECOSOC) 2015 Integration Segment in New York at the end of March, around the theme of "Achieving Sustainable Development through Employment Creation and Decent Work for All".
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A last-minute day trip to Hilo for work. No complaints over an opportunity to visit my favorite town on Earth. An early arrival and late departure left some time to visit a few favorite places.
On Tuesday 21 October 2014, our keynote speakers Ms. Anette Böhm, Mr. Bernard Escoyez and Mr. Bart Wille definitely gave us a whole new perspective on working internationally.
I haven't posted in awhile, so I figured I should at least upload /something/ I had on my work computer.
Luke and I were at work over a weekend, doing very dull menial work, when Luke came across these glasses. What other excuse do we need to slack off for a minute or two while I snapped this with my ever present camera!