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I had a training workshop at the Monmouth University library on Monday, and the building (a former summer "cottage" of the Guggenheim family) is beyond stunning. I could have taken photos all day (although Eleanor's turned out cooler). My mom went to MU when I was a kid, but after talking to her, I learned that in the 90s the old house part of the building wasn't used as the library (which is why none of it looked familiar). The recent renovations are marvelous.
Being a Thursday, the day begins, after a coffee, with me going to the gym.
I am keen.
I am keen to have normal feet and legs, and losing my belly, so that I dare not miss a session.
I have a long way to go, but now that most of my current clothes are hanging off, its time to search the attic for something slightly, for now, smaller.
Obviously, when I joined the RAF I was a racing snake. Three years previously I had lost lots of weight, then in the year prior to joining I ran at least a mile and a half most days. This was to pass the fitness test, which involved said mile and a half run and completing it in under eleven minutes.
To get into by collection of (music) tour t shirts from the 80s is a (impossible) dream.
Anyway, I cycled round another Spanish hilltop town for forty minutes whilst listening to a podcast until the end, then back home for breakfast and prepare to go out.
Out as it was a glorious sunny day, and we would be visiting two churches inland from Sandwich, one of which, Nonington, I had not visited for a decade.
There was supposed to be a coffee morning there, so the church should have been open.
A short blast up the A2 to Barham, then off past Womenswold and Woolage, and out across the fields to the only coal pit still standing in Kent: Snowdon.
Its ruinous, and the miner's institute has been flattened for housing, of course, but most of the buildings are there, slowly falling to pieces.
And then to Nonington, along the narrow Church Road which leads to the church, and for a change there is a good parking area beside it.
And surrounding the church are chocolate box pretty houses and cottages, so I snap my favourite. Again.
But no other cars.
We walk to the porch, find the door unlocked, so go in, and find no one there. No coffee morning. No cakes.
But I can get shots of the glass and memorials.
One thing missing was the "Two Roads" stone that used to stand at the entrance to the churchyard, a remarkable thing, but now gone, nor could I find it elsewhere.
There was some new glass: the coat of arms for both Sweden and Finland, but no Denmark. These had been hung in front of a plain window using what looked like fishing line.
We leave, and the next stop is at Staple.
A little known village, but with a fine church, St James the Great, and with several mosaics inside, which are well worth seeing.
It was a ten minute drive to Staple over more fields and through beechwoods carpeted in golden leaves just asking to be kicked, and to the church.
Would this be open?
Jools tried the door, but no luck. I went up, and pulled then pushed, and the ancient door swung open.
A new information display had been set up, and on it for the font, it claimed that the font had been especially made in Suffolk for the church.
To me this seemed odd.
The font was no doubt ancient, but to ship such a thing from Suffolk, and how would it be ordered?
It is no doubt East Anglian, and was there when Hasted visited at the end of the 18th century, even if his description was brief.
The glass is splendid, as is the mosaics, so snap them all again.
And we were done.
Last call was to the butcher in Preston. Not far I thought.
We followed the road out to what I thought was Ash, but was in fact Wingham. So, down the main road to Sandwich, turn off at the bottom of the hill, and straight on for Preston.
I am greeted warmly, and tell the boys I have a huge freezer to fill, so buy a beef roasting joint, a large steak for us to share at some point, minted lamb steaks, teriyaki chicken breasts and two not pork pies, but chicken pies. Locally made and raised.
Then back in the car to home, back past Perry Corner and Nash to Ash and then onto the Sandwich bypass to home. Taking it easy, as I'm an old retired bloke these days.
Once back home we have lunch, and then settle down for a relaxing afternoon.
It was cool enough to have the heating on as the sun sank low in the west requiring us to have the table lamp on.
We dined on crispy breaded haddock, Moroccan spiced rice with preserved fruit and the last of the season's steamed corn.
And then there was football to watch. England, already qualified for next year's World Cup, were playing Serbia at Wembley.
It was a poor game, lots of misplaced passes, but England ran out 2-0 winners and the crowd went home happy.
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The greater part of this pretty church is fourteenth century, although some of the walling of the tower is probably Saxon. The font is fifteenth century and has good relief carving of the Four Evangelists supported by a variety of wild men of the woods! The chancel displays a low side window of rare lancet design (there is a mass dial outside). The church tower has a one-handed clock with a dial showing a IV instead of the more usual IIII. The church was restored by George Edmund Street in 1868 and it was he who created the pervading atmosphere noticeable today.
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STAPLE.
THE parish of Staple lies north-eastward from Adisham, from which and the rest of the hundred of Downhamford, it is separated entirely by the hundred and parish of Wingham intervening. The manor of Adisham claims over this parish, and at that court a borsholder is chosen for the borough of Staple, which extends over the whole of this parish.
The parish, which is but small, lies in a pleasant healthy country, mostly on high ground. The soil near the village, and towards the stream, is very good corn land, but towards the southern part it is rather poor, and much of it chalky. The village, called Staple-street, consists of about ten houses, having the seat of Groves, and the church near adjoining. Beyond which the parish extends into the vale eastward, as far as Durlock bridge, on the stream which rises at a small distance from it, and runs from hence to Danne-bridge into the Wingham stream. On the high ground, on the opposite side of the valley, is the hamlet of Shatterling, built on the high road leading from Canterbury through Wingham, towards Ash and Sandwich, where the soil becomes very poor, and a deep sand, up to which road the park grounds of Grove extend. On the opposite side of the parish is Crixall house, once a gentleman's seat, but now diminished to the common size of a farm-house. Near it is a piece of healthy ground, called Crixall Rough, with a noted toll of trees on it, a conspicuous object to the surrounding country. There is no woodland in the parish. A fair is held here on the 25th of July, for toys and pedlary.
Groves is a mansion in this parish, which in early times was the residence of a knightly family, called Grove, who in antient deeds were sometimes written at Grove, in which it remained till the reign of king Henry VI. when it devolved by descent to Sir John Grove, who was a great benefactor to the church of St. Peter, in Sandwich, where he lies buried, under a monument, with his effigies at full length on it, and his shield of arms at his side, the bearing on which has been long since obliterated. Soon after which this seat was carried, by a female heir, in marriage to one of the family of St. Nicholas, in which it remained but a small time, for about the latter end of king Edward IV. it was alienated to Quilter, in which name it remained till the middle of queen Elizabeth's reign, when Christopher Quilter, gent. alienated it, together with his interest in the lease of the manor of Down-court, the inheritance of which belonged to the master and fellows of St. John's college, in Cambridge, to Simon Lynch, gent. of Sandwich, whose family was settled at Cranbrooke in the reign of king Henry VI. as appears by several of their wills in the Prerogative-office, Canterbury, and was the first of them who removed to Sandwich, which he represented in parliament in queen Mary's reign, and afterwards to this seat of Groves, on his purchase of it, and added much to the buildings of it; in whose descendants, who resided at Grove, and were buried in the Grove chancel, in this church, this seat continued down to John Lynch, esq. of Groves, who was colonel of the militia, and kept his shrievalty in 1714 at this seat, where he died in 1733, having married Sarah, daughter of Francis Head, esq. of Rochester, who died in child bed of her nineteenth child in 1710. Of them, there survived to maturity only two sons and five daughters, the former were John and George, the latter of whom was M. D. of Canterbury, of whom more will be mentioned hereafter, under Ripple. John Lynch, the eldest son, was of Groves, and was S. T. P. and among other preferments became dean of Canterbury. He died in 1760, and was buried in the Groves chancel. He married Mary, youngest surviving daughter of archbishop Wake, by whom he had two sons and five daughters, viz. William, of whom hereafter; John LL. D. now prebendary and archdeacon of Canterbury, and unmarried. Ethelreda, married to Thomas Hey, A. M. rector of Wickham Breaus; Sarah, to William Tatton, D. D. prebendary of Canterbury and York; Mary, to Sir Thomas Hanham, bart. Catherine, first to Henry knight, esq. and secondly to John Norris, esq. and Hester-Elizabeth, all since deceased. Wm. Lynch, esq. the eldest son, resided at Groves, served twice in parliament for the city of Canterbury, was made a knight of the bath, a privy counsellor, and envoy extraordinary to the court of Turin. He married Mary, eldest daughter and coheir of Edward Coke, esq. of Canterbury, by whom he had no issue. He bore for his arms, Sable, three lynxes rampant, proper. To which were granted supporters, Two lynxes, proper. Sir William Lynch made great improvements to this seat, building two wings to it, and adding an entire new front of stucco to the whole; besides which, he made extensive plantations, and new laid out the grounds adjoining, in the form and stile of a park. In the house is a small, but valuable collection of good pictures. Sir William Lynch died abroad in 1785, possessed of this seat of Groves, together with the lease of the manor of Down court, and by will devised them, with the rest of his estates, to his widow lady Lynch, who is the present owner of Groves, at which she resides, and is the present lessee likewise of Down-court.
The manor of Crixall, or more properly Crickshall, and in some antient deeds written Crickleadhall, is an estate in the southern part of this parish, which had once the family of Brockhull as proprietors of it, and they possessed it till the 28th year of king Edward I. and then it was settled upon a daughter of it; but whether she carried it by marriage or not to Wadham, a family which I find were possessed of it about the latter end of Edward III.'s reign, cannot be discovered. However that be, William Wadham, as appears by an antient pedigree of the family of Fogge, lived in the reigns of king Henry IV. V. and VI. during which he was a justice of the peace for Somerseshire, and was possessed of this estate, which he left to his son and heir Sir Nicholas Wadham, whose daughter and heir, about the reign of king Edward IV. married Sir Wm. Fogge, and entitled him to the possession of this manor, which he lest to his son Sir John Fogge, of Repton, in Ashford, comptroller and treasurer of the houshold to king Edward IV. and a privy counsellor. He died in the 6th year of king Henry VII. anno 1490, and by his will devised this manor to his son Thomas Fogge, being his only son by his second wife. He was afterwards knighted, and was sergeant porter of Calais, in both the reigns of king Henry VII. and VIII. in the first year of which latter reign, he alienated this manor to Ralph Banister, from which name, before the reign of queen Elizabeth, it passed by sale to Tucker, one of whose descendants sold it to Omested, and John Omested, at the latter end of that reign passed it away to William Smith, who in king James I.'s reign alienated it to Dr. Martin Fotherby, prebendary of Canterbury, and afterwards made bishop of Salisbury. He was son of Martin Fotherby, of Great Grimsby, in Lincolnshire, and younger brother of Dr. Charles Fortherby, dean of Canterbury. He died in 1620, and was succeeded by his son Thomas Fotherby, esq. of Crickshall, who lest one son Thomas, and a daughter Priscilla, married to William Kingsley, esq. of Canterbury, the eldest grandson of archdeacon Kingsley. Thomas Fotherby, gent. the son, resided here, and died in 1710, s. p. Upon which it came to Anthony Kingsley, gent. of London, youngest son of William, by his wife Priscilla above-mentioned, whose three sons, Anthony, M. D. Thomas, and Charles, successively became possessed of it, and on the death of the latter, in 1785, it descended to his eldest son Charles Kingsley, esq. of Lymington, and afterwards of Canterbury, where he died in 1786, and his infant son, of the same name, is now, by settlement, entitled to the inheritance of it. A court baron is held for this manor.
There was a family of the name of Omer, called likewife Homer, which had constantly resided in this parish, their mansion being in Staple-street, for upwards of four hundred years, as appears by old courtrolls wills, and other evidences. (fn. 1) The last of them who resided here, was Laurence Omer, gent. who died about the year 1661, leaving an only son Charles, who died unmarried; their burial-place was in this church-yard, and there are now two of their tombs remaining there, one of which is much adorned with sculpture, but the inscriptions are nearly obliterated, only there can be read on the latter, the name Omer, alias Homer.
There are no parochial charities. The poor constantly maintained are about thirty-four, casually twenty.
This parish is within the ecclesiastical jurisdiction of the diocese of Canterbury, and deanry of Bridge.
¶The church, which is exempt from the jurisdiction of the archdeacon, is dedicated to St. James, and confirst of two isles and two chancels, having a tower steeple at the west end, in which are four bells. The church is remarkably long and low. The south isle and chancel are upon the same level, nor is there any separation between them. On the sides of the chancel are rails, very low, about two feet from the wall, very unusual. In the north isle is a vault for the family of Terry, in which the late Terry Marsh, esq. of Canterbury, who died in 1789, is buried; and on the pavement are several memorials of them. The font is antient, of stone, an octagon, with emblematical carved figures. The north chancel is the Groves chancel, having a circular roof, adorned with painting. One half of the east part of it was made into a vault by dean Lynch, for himself and family, in which himself, his wife, Sir William Lynch, K. B. his eldest son, Mrs. Tatton, her husband and son, and his youngest daughter Hester-Elizabeth, lie buried. In this chancel are several monuments for this family. In the east window of it there are the arms of Lynch, with quarterings. By some small remains in the windows there seems to have been good painted glass formerly in them. In the church-yard are several tombs for the Terreys; and two for the Omers, as has been mentioned before.
This church was always accounted as a chapel to the church of Adisham, and continues so at this time. It is as such valued with that church in the king's books. There is now a vicarage-house and some glebe belonging to the rector of Adisham, as vicar of it.
try getting a 3 year old who is SICK of me taking her picture and a 6 month old to look at me (with a decent smile or expression) together was almost impossible. This was the best of the bunch.
and yes, I AM cheesy by making them wear matching sailor suits!
The people at Impossible Project held a open house and I was invited to join the tour of the factory. The place once employed 1200 people at the hight of the Polaroid days. Now just 36 people are the Impossible Project. All of them passionate, dedicated and giving their all to keep us Polaroid camera users happy with film. Daunting task and after the visit I have nothing but respect for people achieving the impossible.
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Leica D-Lux 5
Polaroid Spectra - loaded with Impossible Project film. Some of the films are expired and failed to perform as I expected (but I can't just let it go so..I wrote notes on them.
The people at Impossible Project held a open house and I was invited to join the tour of the factory. The place once employed 1200 people at the hight of the Polaroid days. Now just 36 people are the Impossible Project. All of them passionate, dedicated and giving their all to keep us Polaroid camera users happy with film. Daunting task and after the visit I have nothing but respect for people achieving the impossible.
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Leica D-Lux 5
At the very beginning of the year, and following the recommendation of my creativity teacher, I used the theme "Impossible structure" to test various texture effects on paper, both in color, using markers, pens
and pastels, and in black and white, with charcoal, graphite pencils, black ink. The image I chose to show here is from the black and white series. After covering the surface of the paper with removable scotch tape, either randomly applied or used with a cutter to make different shapes. I then painted the paper with china ink, and removed the leftover shaped scotch-tape to make the forms appear in white.
My first attempt at the new X 100 silver shade / First flush Impossible SX-70 film. I probably should have read the instructions first, to immediately shield the film from light. Heh.