St John the Baptist Church, Inglesham – February 2019
I decided it’s time to get better acquainted with the area around where I now live, so I took my camera out for a walk on this crisp sunny winter’s afternoon and stumbled upon a hidden treasure.
St John’s the Baptist is an 11th century church in Inglesham, which is no longer used for religious services but is still consecrated and open to the general public. Although a little tatty in places, it had oodles of charm and I felt like I was stepping back in time when I walked through the door.
The boxed-in pews, each with a small door to enter each compartment, reminded me of a similar design in an old stave church I visited in Norway last year. Even down to the ‘back row’ which was not enclosed with it’s own doors… I wonder if, like it’s twin sister in Norway, this row was reserved for the ‘unclean’ (women who were pregnant or had recently given birth).
I bet this organ has provided auditory accompaniment to many a hymn in its time.
Following a period of heavy snow, a recent bout of mild weather has allowed the snowdrops to lay their carpet around the church.
Lechlade in Winter
Following a recent blast of snow, in which Gloucestershire and Wiltshire were hit particularly badly, my newly adopted home town rose to the occasion and showed us how you can look beautiful even when all your trees are bare.
Bamburgh Castle, Northumberland, UK taken in January 2019
I took this picture as a memory of where and when we scattered my best friend Anya’s ashes. She had always wanted to return to the north of England to live, and Bamburgh Castle on the Northumberland coast was one of her favourite spots. So it was with great joy that we found this peaceful spot on the beach at low tide and with a glorious sunset to scatter her ashes in the sea. I hope you like your forever home my darling.
I spied this chap in a flea market in Cadiz on a very hot Sunday morning. It was around noon and most of the city was still asleep after a carnival the night before, but the tourists were out and about hunting for a bargain.
Lisbon is a port I have visited regularly during my 2.5 years at sea. On my arrival this time I was surprised to see the new cruise terminal & environs fully operational and the whole area transformed from the building site that has been there throughout my many & frequent visits to this Portuguese city from the sea. And then I realised it had been 6 months since my last visit! How time flies.
Gates outside Catherine Palace, or Pushkin as the locals call it. One of the Summer Palaces built by the Tsars in the 17th Century, it was destroyed during the Second World War and took over 60 years to restore to its current glory. St Petersburg, Russia.
A 22 carriage train-load of logs chug their way across the Ribblehead Viaduct, with one of the Yorkshire Dales’s three peaks – Ingleborough – looming in the background.
View of Blea Moor railway station on an overcast day in the Yorkshire Dales National Park.
One of many beautiful flowers in bloom this summer around the lake at the University of York, my old student haunt
This year marks 20 years since I started my undergraduate studies at the University of York, so last week I took a trip down memory lane with a couple of university friends and revisited the campus where we all met. The building in the back of this shot is called Central Hall, and is the main auditorium for events at the university. It is also where I sat a lot of my exams. However, the students (or is it just me?!) fondly refer to it as the Space Burger due to it’s quirky architectural design!