Wednesday, June 08, 2011

Recently Read



An eclectic mix, as always. The above was an audio book from the local Library. I have four of the physical books and wanted to listen to one for a change. Especially useful when out walking the dog....


My first bi-lingual history textbook !




This was incredible. Everything you ever wanted to know about social history and fashionable life in Regency England !! I am currently working my way through my Georgette Heyer Regency books, so this was a great find at the local Library.



Both of these H V Morton books are absolutely wonderful reads.
I cannot recommend them highly enough. I adore travel books, but there is something particularly poignant about his books, detailing life at a point where it was changing dramatically in the areas and communities he visited. Italy in the 1960s/70s will have changed beyond all recognition, and I treasure these snapshots of life, so evocative and beautifully written. He had a keen eye for the ridiculous and a very real sense of beauty and spirituality.


I have vivid memories of reading Tim Severin's The Brendan Voyage when it was first published in my girlhood. Like so many of my books, I discarded it on a house move, which was a bad mistake, as I have regretted it ever since. This was a serendipitous replacement from a  local charity shop and I loved revisiting it.



I am lucky in that all the Round Robin Christmas letters I receive are  well-written and from people I know and love, making them enjoyable reading.  There are some Round Robin letters which are neither interesting nor well-written. The Christmas Letters reduced me to tears of hysterical laughter at the bizarre things some people feel compelled to document, often in graphic and boring detail to their unsuspecting audience. Don't read this in a public place........ 




Carol Drinkwater's superb series about how her life changed when she bought an olive farm in the South of France is something I re-read fairly regularly. Her latest update was a book I borrowed from the Library, so I felt compelled to read my own three books in their entirety as well :-)



In Stitches is not for the faint-hearted. It is a sad indictment of the depths to which the NHS has sunk, and how over-stretched  medical care has become, aided and abetted by idiots who abuse the system and clog up the emergency services by getting utterly blind drunk on a weekly basis and then requiring (AKA demanding) medical care. Sad indeed.
Up and Down Stairs is the social history of British domestic servants throughout the ages. I loved every rivetinga nd engrossing page. Imagine having to clean sixty pairs of shoes before lighting several hundred candles in the stately home Chapel for Morning Service  each and every day.......



Hvaing read H V Morton's two Italian regional books, I was thrilled to find on EBay a copy of his book "A Traveller In Rome". Wonderful stuff indeed. I simply must go to Rome one day.

I read the Bill Bryson book when it first came to the local Library and wasn't impressed particularly. Either I have mellowed somewhat or I was not in the right frame of mind to read it the first time, as this copy I picked up dirt-cheap in a charity shop and actually quite enjoyed it :-)


What can I say ?  I enjoy army books :-)
Shoot To Kill was a fascinating read about the training and selection process for the Parachute Regiment and the SAS. A sad book, particularly when the author reflects on his life.

I didn't have my own copy of A Study in Scarlet, so I simply had to buy this when I saw it for sale at 40p!



Three Men In A Float was brilliantly funny. Imagine deciding to travel from Lowestoft across the country to Land's End in...an electric-powered milk float. Trying to find suitable places to recharge the float's battery became an obsession and the cause of much kindness and serendipity. The only part of the book which brought me up short was when the three of them felt very uneasy at the Benedictine Buckfast Abbey in Devon, despite the kindness of the monk detailed to help them. When the author read the Rule of St Benedict in his allotted guest room, he bcame outraged about the ideas it contained, which really surprised me, as I hadn't thought of St Benedict as advocating cultic like blind obedience to an Abbot. Certainly not in any of the copies of the Rule I have read, at any rate.... Despite that, a good book. Perhaps it was an eye-opener into how divorced and alien traditional Christianity actually is from the lives of many people.

At the extreme end of the Spectrum is Caldey Island, showing an exceptionally positive view of St Benedict's Rule as lived by Cistercian monks on the small island of Caldey, off the South Wales coast. Having been to Caldey several times, and loved each visit, the wonderful pictorial documentary of life on the island was very enjoyable and made me wish to return for another visit. { May 2005 archives on the blog show lots of Caldey photos}  Maybe this summer......


One word: drool !
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Latine Loquor

I speak Latin !

Or at least I hope to do so rather better in the future :-)

 I have been given special permission to join in the Latin study group of a local organisation which provides adult education to  senior citizens. Although I am technically well outside the age remit of their official guidelines, being too young (!),  the Latin tutor has said I am welcome to join them. I will be able to make it to all the weekly sessions held in the morning but not the afternoon ones, as I need to pick up DD4 from school midway through the afternoon class.

It will be much more fun studying as part of a group rather than ploughing on alone with no-one to practice with, or correct any major blunders :-)
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Tuesday, June 07, 2011

Rudeness And Indignation

I had some errands to run for my mother in town early this morning, and managed to dodge the heavy rain showers to get to her house by 10.45. She, and her dear friend John, were busy watching the TV when I got there.
I rarely watch TV, and asked what they were watching. It transpires that today is the official opening of the Senedd (the Welsh Parliament) in the Capital City, and not only the Queen and the Duke of Edinburgh were there, but also Prince Charles and the Duchess of Cornwall. I was disappointed, as if I had known, I would certainly have gone to the Capital City to stand in the crowd and wave and cheer. I have never yet seen a member of the Royal Family in Real Life.......

Nevertheless, Mum and I enjoyed seeing what people were wearing; many of the Welsh dignitaries were weaing their best clothes, and many ladies looked exceedingly smart, especially the two ladies we saw wearing smart frocks, hats and short gloves ! Others looked as if they had fallen out of bed into their everyday weekend leisure wear.... The Queen and the Duchess of Cornwall were immaculately and beautifully dressed, as always.

What really upset and dismayed me was the behaviour of Rosemary Butler, the Senedd's Presiding Officer, who remained utterly silent during the playing of the British National Anthem, God Save Our Gracious Queen, yet sang gustily the Welsh National Anthem which followed it.
I could not believe such rude behaviour from a senior Senedd member, and it appeared to be a seemingly calculated snub to Her Majesty the Queen who was standing right next to her and could not miss hearing her silence during the first anthem and her ardent participation in the second.

Surely common decency and common sense would indicate that in such circumstances, one should consider well in advance whether to participate in both anthems  or to remain silent during both anthems.  To participate only in one was objectionable and disrespectable behaviour, which made me ashamed to be Welsh, and I hope Her Majesty does not think this rudeness is a common trait in Wales.

Although the Labour Party won 30 of the 60 Senedd seats, we are not yet living in the "Socialist Republic of Wales", thank God !

God Save The Queen ! Vivat Regina !
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Saturday, June 04, 2011

Pausing For Breath And Prayer

The last fortnight has been so busy......

DoomHamster celebrated her 25th birthday, DD3 celebrated her 13th birthday and Mum celebrated her 75th birthday.  I also went on a school trip with DD4's school as an accompanying adult to a coal mine, where we went underground to a depth of 300ft and traversed the mine shafts for 3/4 mile.

Added to that, last week was half-term break and time to collapse in a crumpled heap.
Or so I thought.

DH had booked the week off, but was unwell for a large part of the week. Thankfully, he is on the mend now, though DD1 & 2 are under considerable pressure at work and Mum's health is definitely deteriorating rapidly, so things are still pretty stressful around here.

 DD3 had two baby teeth removed on Thursday, as they are impeding the eruption and safe passage of her adult teeth, and we are awaiting an appointment at a major hospital's maxillo-facial surgery department for assessment as she has problems with the alignment of her jaw which can only be fixed by surgery, or so we have been informed at this point in time.......

The Psalter is rapidly becoming my lifeline, and I love it dearly. No matter how dreadful the day, or how miserable I feel, there is strength and comfort in the words of the Psalms. Even if I only manage a single stasis, it helps considerably.....

I am going to re-start an on-going Akathist to St Xenia of St Petersburg on Monday, for employment issues primarily, so if you have anyone who needs prayers in this area of their lives, let me know and I will happily add them to my list for prayer.

I have finally and somewhat sadly put my Resurrection icon away, and am missing the Paschal Troparion so badly that it hurts. Despite the joys of Ascension, and with Pentecost still to look forward to, there is something so unutterably wonderful, precious and special about Paschal-tide :-)
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Thursday, May 19, 2011

For The Month Of May

           .... two photographs of a hand-carved statue
            of Our Lady of Walsingham at a local church.





Ironically, the photo above was a disaster in colour, as it was very dark indeed, and when I tried to use a flash, the result was equally disappointing in terms of white-out. Picasa photo editor came to the rescue and provided me with a B&W  version I am fairly happy with :-)


Because the statue sits on a high window shelf, it was impossible to get a decent flash photo, though I tried repeatedly. I didn't want to stand on the new upholstered chairs in the Lady Chapel. so the flash is predominantly visible on Our Lady's legs and the rest is too dark. 

Photo-editing did not prove to be the answer here, making Our Lady and the Christ Child look as though their eyes are shut......


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Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Recently Read







Seventy Two Virgins is a satirical spoof- thriller about a terrorist incursion into the heart of British Government during a visit by the President of the USA. Totally un-PC and very cleverly written.


Adventures On The High Teas I found very disappointing and really quite boring compared to his first travel book, Pies and Prejudice, which I loved.



If you have any interest whatsoever into the social history of WW2 or of London,  London At War by Philip Ziegler is a must-read. A large book, I thoroughly enjoyed every page.

The Watchman was a good re-read, as are all Chris Ryan's books, if you like military thrillers.


Shopped was a jaw-breakingly good insight into the devious inner workings and machinations of supermarkets and their impact on the food producers of Britain. I was appalled at the tactics big chains use to intimidate, browbeat and ultimately coerce food producers. It was a sad and shameful read.

I am becoming a firm fan of Gervase Phinn's wonderful books about his life as a School Inspector in Yorkshire, and was thrilled to find not one but two books in the last ten days in the local charity shops; both were delightful :-)








A Right To Be Merry is a delightful book, written by a RC Poor Clare Nun  pre-Vatican 2, describing her life as an enclosed Choir Nun and her musings about God. She was obviously a woman of sound common sense and quite extraordinarily insightful intellect, and so much of what she says is pertinent today to those seeking to love God more. I originally read this as a teenager, and was so happy to find an almost pristine hardback copy on Ebay.........

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Railings

I took DD3 to a check-up at the Orthodontist yesterday, and the street where the dental surgery was located  is in an old part of Blogtown.

I fell in love with the original railings fronting each garden......





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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

A Funny Thing Happened Last Week

DD3 is a keen member of her school's Junior Choir, and she recently took part in a school concert. As a proud and supportive mother, I went to watch her and her fellow pupils showcasing their quite remarkable musical abilities, anticipating a thoroughly enjoyable evening's musical entertainment.

I should have known better. Before I left the house, somebody had obviously attached to my person a magnet for strange things to happen......

I was able to get a good seat, three rows from the front, and settled myself in. Just before the performance started, an elderly couple came and sat next to me, the husband closest to me and his wife on the end of the row.
Several pieces new to me  opened the performance, notably Piazzolla' s Libertango which was delightful, and then came the turn of DD3's Choir. DD3 did really well in her solo lines, and it was all going swimmingly well. There were also several vocal soloists and a wind trio and harp solo to enjoy.

Then came a piece of such sublime beauty, wonderfully played by a young female cellist, that it was breathtaking.  
(This is a Youtube clip of the piece, played by Dariusz Skoraczewski for your delectation)


Part way through, I became aware of movement on my left. The elderly gentleman was tapping out the tune, noisily, on his rather portly stomach. It was more than a little distracting.

Then I became aware that not only was he removing his shoes, he managed, very agilely, to lift his left foot onto his lap and was tapping his toes with his hand, then playing with his socks.  As I said, my magnet for attracting weird events/people was obviously on Full......

I shall never be able to hear that piece by Ravel ever again without it raising a wry smile. But at least the man's feet didn't smell, and for that I am profoundly grateful :-)
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Wednesday, May 04, 2011

More Photos From St Fagan's Museum 1



Sheep may safely graze.......
There are always farm animals at the living history farms at the site;
 these are some we enjoyed watching.
 My husband is convinced that I am obsessed with sheep :-)







                                             ...and a tree stump with an interesting fungus.






The interior of a Cockpit, where the barbaric practice of forcing cockerels to fight each other attracted huge crowds who placed large bets on the outcome.





And the rather more peacable exterior !




A reproduction Celtic Iron Age village, surrounded with a wooden palisade.


Inside, looking up at the thatched roof.
The smell of woodsmoke from the fires was incredibly strong in the huts.....



The doors were very low,
even DD4 had to bend down to get in safely....


Wall-daubings inside.


Wooden bowls and buckets, baskets and ropes.
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Tuesday, May 03, 2011

Photos Of St Teilo's Church



The outside of this lovely double-aisled church.



                                                                 The south porch and door.



On entering the south porch, this is what you see !





                                                     The font, in the western end of the church.




The equivalent of an iconostas, separating the altar area from the nave of the church. The statue you can just see on the left east wall is that of St Teilo; a better photo below....








This tiny altar was on the left, the one below right was on the right hand side, depicting the instruments of the Passion.






Above was a stunning carved screen of various saints, and a Rood, behind which was a graphic painting of the Last Judgement. The souls of the lost held in the maw of the great fish were quite scary.


There were wall painting everywhere in the Church :-)
The earliest ones date back to the early 1300s.



The Agony in the Garden


The Scourging


Simon of Cyrene helping to carry the Cross



The Crucifixion at Golgotha


And above that, Noah's ark


Angels surround the windows.....


The Baptism in the Jordan


The weighing of Souls



A very Western, very un-Orthodox depiction of the Trinity.
Ho hum.



The side of the altar was also screened off with a painted panel of angels.



A reproduction medieval English organ has been installed in the Church, and a concert given recently.






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St Teilo's Church





This is a short piece of video I took with my camera at a recent visit to St Fagan's Museum, Cardiff. At the museum is a wonderfully restored medieval Welsh church, St Teilo's, as it would have looked before the Reformation............
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