Journey

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Beloved child, a silent form carved with his mother’s tears

Immortalised in innocence, now sleeping through the years.

Above him yet another Child is carried through the stream

Upon a giant’s shoulders, with the clarity of dream.

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Aural Sculpting…

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…Such notions remain controversial

Some, might also regard them as ‘obscure’

Or even ‘perverse’…

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Ani’s Advent 2020! Elijah Moon, Garfield and Noelle Granger…

Dear Santa, I’ll confess right now,

I don’t like many cats.

The way they crouch and stare at me…

S’enough to drive me bats.

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They sit upon the garden fence

And always out of reach,

And some of them will spit and snarl

And sometimes even screech.

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On the Doorstep: In the Churchyard

It was a familiar church, one into which we had eventually been able to gain access twice. A third visit, with plenty of time to look around, would have been wonderful. On the first occasion we had managed to get inside, we had been privileged to have the ancient door unbarred for us by the gentleman showing other visitors around the building. On the second occasion, we had once more entered that way, although this time, we had arrived as the church was being dressed for the Harvest Festival. But COVID has closed our churches, for both worshippers and visitors alike, and this time we would have to make do with a walk around the outside and a rummage through my archive of photographs.

Holy Trinity church dominates the little village of Bledlow. Tall, stately trees border the churchyard, but do nothing to hide a building that seems too large for its setting. We find this often, and the smallest of villages may hold a church whose size and style hint at a shift in the political importance of a place or its people over time.

Bledlow today is a small place, boasting a manor and some lovely old houses. Its name is thought to come either from the Old English for “Bledda’s burial mound” or from “Bled-Hlaw” meaning “Bloody Hill” in reference to a battle between the Saxons and Danes.  If it refers to the former, then there is an ancient burial mound on Wain Hill, near the chalk-cut cross half hidden now on the hillside.

Outside of the church, on land raised by the number of burials it contains, stands the base of an old stone cross dating to the fourteenth century. In the early days, when churches were seldom built of stone, these crosses were often placed outside the poorer churches to mark them out as places of worship. Holy Trinity, though, has been well endowed and maintained, probably by the lords of the manor across the centuries.

There is plenty to see outside, though, if you take the time to look. The porch on the south side appears to be the main entrance, although it is usually locked and barred. Above the porch is a small sundial and a worn head that looks to be a lion mask.

Within the porch, there is a holy water stoup tucked away in a corner, from the time before the Reformation when all churches followed the Catholic rite and the holy water would have been used to make the sign of the Cross before entering the church. Like the statuary and medieval stained glass in many of our older churches, many of the stoups were destroyed by Oliver Cromwell’s troops, but this one has survived.

The nave of Holy Trinity dates back to the 1100s and an earlier church on the site. The aisles were added in the twelfth, the clerestory (the small, high windows above the nave) in the thirteenth and the porch a century later. Most of the building remained untouched until the inevitable Victorian  restoration carried out by Sir George Gilbert Scott, but from outside you can see where the pitch of the roof has been altered.

There are a couple of features outside, though, that should be mentioned. One is the sarsen stone, used as a footing for one of the buttresses. It looks completely out of place, being  the wrong size and shape to go unnoticed. The suggestion is that it was a large, random stone they just used ‘because it was there’. This makes no sense to me at all. Why, when such care was taken over the rest of the church, would the builders incorporate a random boulder? Why would they not move it or work it, carving it into something more appropriate… or at least hiding it within the foundations?

At Chesham, not too far away, there are similar stones, forming the foundations of St Mary’s church. These are recognised as being part of an ancient stone circle, predating Christianity by millennia. It is well documented that Pope Gregory, in the sixth century, instructed his missionaries to adopt the old pagan sites, rather than destroying them completely, incorporating them into the new places of worship. It is also true that sarsen stones were used in the building of many of the ancient sites, including Stonehenge.

It makes more sense to me that the sarsen stone built into the base of the buttress is a survival from an earlier, pre-Christian site of worship or celebration. Not only would its inclusion in the building  associate the site permanently with its previous gods, but building into the base of the church, with the whole weight of the edifice resting upon it, would symbolically put such pagan beliefs firmly in their place… a message the locals would not miss.

The other feature is the corbel table around the top of the tower. Many churches have carved heads as part of their decoration, whether as gargoyles… part  of the plumbing to carry rainwater away from the building, or as grotesque masks. Inevitably, over time, the weather erodes the stone and many of these carvings are simply washed away. We have seen many corbels that are portraits…and occasionally caricatures… of local dignitaries, their names and stories lost to antiquity. Lord Carrington, the lord of the manor until his recent death, now adorns the tower. I wonder if the church will still be standing… and if his lordship will still be remembered in  another thousand years?

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Swift #midnighthaiku

swallow on stone

Summers once had wings

June becoming September

Swifter than a wish

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Cold swallows the sun

Seasons turning uncounted

Empty nests are flown

three swallows perched on stone

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Old Wardour Castle and the Echoes of Destruction ~ Alli Templeton

Reblogged from Medieval Wanderings:

My Low Castles warning light has been doing a lot of flashing this year. Luckily though, between lockdowns I’ve managed to cram in quite a few medieval sites, and that’s helped to keep me relatively sane. Last month we headed down to a quiet corner of the scenic Wiltshire countryside to wander around the delightful castle of Old Wardour. This romantic late medieval ruin has long held a special place in my affections, partly because of its green and pleasant location, but also because as far as castles go, Old Wardour was the setting for one of history’s biggest mistakes.

Old Wardour Castle in it’s tranquil Wiltshire setting

Apart from the obvious fact that it’s a castle, one of the main things that attracts me to Old Wardour is the fact that it was built by an ancestor of Francis Viscount Lovell of Minster Lovell Hall in Oxfordshire, one of my favourite local haunts – as indeed it still seems to be for Francis himself. The man who built Old Wardour was John, Lord Lovell, the great great grandfather of Francis, and this ambitious baron rose through the noble ranks through his marriage to a kinswoman of King Richard II.

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Discovering Albion- Day 3: Climbing the Tower

scotland trip jan 15 320We decided to climb the tower of Chester Cathedral. The two hundred and sixteen steps to the top allow you through narrow passageways that have been closed to the public for a thousand years. We climbed the spiral staircase where hanks of black horsehair still sprout from the walls; a material used to strengthen the medieval plaster.

scotland trip jan 15 317Emerging from the first part of the winding stair there is a magnificent view into the body of the church. I could have wished for longer to photograph the bosses on the ceiling, but our guide moved on, ready to show us the Roman pillars supporting the Norman arches… a bit of early architectural recycling.

scotland trip jan 15 318Higher still and we entered the bell tower. In the lower room, there is a collection of machinery used to ring, toll and chime the bells… a small museum in itself. In the centre of the room a small aperture opens like a well through which you look down to the Crossing far below. For me, however, the graffiti was the most fascinating discovery… centuries of names, dates, doodles and designs carved into the stone of the walls. Arcane symbols and practical ones… even the points of the compass onto which someone had carved a bird.

scotland trip jan 15 339Most of the bells have been removed from the church tower and rehoused in a purpose-built modern structure close by. The weight and movement of the great bells were causing structural damage to the fabric of the tower. Now only two remain, dating from 1606 and 1626. One is the Curfew Bell.

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Fulcanelli: Mysteries… Stuart France

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To round off our brief but succinct survey of the Alchemists,

we shall give some examples from the works

of those savants that we have so far considered.

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First up, Fulcanelli…

“…For us, gothic art (fr: art gotique) is only a spelling distortion of the word argotique (slang), whose assonance is perfect in accordance with the phonetic law that governs in all languages and without taking into account spelling, the traditional cabal.

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Bally’s Tale: Apple and Yew…

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…Afterwards the same uncanny man went to the south

and accosted Elaine as she was resting from her travels in a sun-trap.

“From whence do you come and where are you heading, unknown?” said Elaine.

“From the mouth of the river Bann, in the north, to Mount Leinster in the south,”

said the uncouth man.

“What news have you from the north?” said Elaine.

“No news that is good news,” said the traveller,

“I passed an unhappy troupe of Ultonians raising a ‘rath’ for their Lord, Bally-mac-Buan.”

After dispensing this news the spectre darted out of the sun-bower.

Elaine fell dead on the spot.

Her kinsfolk raised a ‘rath’ over her and an Apple tree grew there.

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Ani’s Advent 2020! Rex the Hero and Jennie Fitzkee.

Dear Santa,

Sometimes, you have to wonder at people… I mean, last time Rex told us one of his stories, he just told us about the things he sort of got in trouble for. It turns out, though, that he’s pretty much a hero and never mentioned it…

Mind you, there are lots of people who are real heroes and never say a word. The quiet ones who look out for everyone else… the ones who work behind the scenes who no-one notices… the ones who never blow their own trumpet and don’t even think they are remarkable in any way.

And many of them have been especially busy this year, looking after the people this horrible bug has kept indoors and made lonely. If there is room in your sack for a bit extra this years, Santa… maybe you could sprinkle a bit of magic for them…

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