Continuing my memories of Shropshire in summer, here are two excellent churches we visited in Shrewsbury – St Alkmund’s and St Mary’s. There are many more but these are just two we happened upon.
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It’s nearly the end of the year but I still have unfinished business with my summer holidays – so I am catching up with sorting my Shropshire pictures from August. I’ll leave Shrewsbury churches for another day, but here are some great old buildings in the county town, many of them in the timber-framed black-and-white Tudor style that has sometimes given this area the nickname “magpie country” – or at least I saw it called that in the Reader’s Digest once when I was a child. (more…)
With all the nature activity of autumn, only now am I getting around to processing my summer holiday pictures, so you can expect a few posts about our August trip to Shropshire, an ancient county on the English side of the Welsh border. First up is the very small market town of Bishop’s Castle. (more…)
My husband isn’t usually very adventurous on holiday, but the last time we were staying in Poole, Dorset, he asked what was beyond Bournemouth on the railway. What if we stayed on the train?
I checked, and the next big place is Christchurch, so I Googled it and found that the very next day there was a free lunchtime concert by a chamber choir at Christchurch Priory. I like to have a reason for going somewhere, it gives the trip focus. (more…)
As it’s Halloween, I thought I would take a look at the witch’s cauldron in history and myth. It turns out that as well as being an ancient household cooking vessel and a witch’s potion pot, the cauldron has been a mystical symbol of life and, in some stories, an instrument of death…
The village of Lytchett Matravers, to the north of Poole in Dorset, is one of my ancestral places. Several times in the past I had tried to find the parish church, but with no luck. We had driven around in circles in the middle of the village and there had been no sign of a tower that could have been St Mary’s.
Then this summer, when we were killing time for half an hour by driving around the country lanes, we took a “wrong” turn in the vicinity of Sturminster Marshall. And there, surrounded by patches of woodland and farmers’ fields, was a church. I was amazed – the nearest village was Lytchett Matravers, so this must be St Mary’s!
A decade ago, when I was doing a gardening correspondence course, I chose to write about the gardens of Powis Castle, which is perched high on a narrow ridge near Welshpool in Mid Wales. But I wrote about it without ever having been there and it has taken me until now to make the journey.
We visited in August this year and as it belongs to the National Trust and we are members, it felt like we got in to see everything free! (more…)