Sunday, November 19, 2006

mister butler's lamp

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a red bull in herefordshire ...

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... master of all he surveys

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clodock churchyard lettering (one)

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clodock churchyard lettering (2)

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clodock churchyard lettering (3)

The script reads :

How short is life how sure is death Our days alas are few
This mortal life is but a breath; Tis like the morning dew

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interior of the church at clodock

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the vicar of clodock demands cash instead of kind

tucked away in a dark corner of clodock church ... set in stone ... the vicar repudiates the old tithes and the courts award him cash ... he must have been rarther unpopular ... and he can't have been short of cash if he could afford this carving extravaganza

to read the text for yourself, click once on the picture for an enlargement, then again on the enlargement icon when it appears at the bottom right corner


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this article has been published subsequently ...



... and furthermore ...

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... and was this symbol of peace meant to fit on the top ?

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mavis ferguson-butler, aged ninety-something, but livelier than ever when she sniffs a bookshop

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richard booth at hay-on-wye ... books bought anywhere in the world

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the view toward the brecon beacons from hay common

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the vale of ewyas

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the tiny church of saint mary magdalene at capel-y-ffin

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... in a deep valley ...

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Friday, November 17, 2006

madehurst church

madehurst church has unbelievably old bells

when the bell tower was restored it was discovered that the original wooden church tower is encased within the ancient stone tower

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this is the pub that is right next door to the brewery ... the spreadeagle is across the road

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old york road in wandsworth

while i was taking this picture at about quarter past four this morning, i was approached by a man wearing an orange railway worker's jacket who had a lifetime's stink of drink about him ... in fact it preceeded his arrival at my side

he asked first if i had a car jack, which was odd because i was riding a bicycle, and then if i could lend him the bus fare to vauxhall

i lied, uncharitably

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cyclists eye-view of west hill in wandsworth

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