The Monday After

Today is the first Monday we've had off since David completed his latest round of treatment. The upshot of this is once he's had his hospital apppointment he has to stay at home until Monday evening and Tuesday he remains very weary. Every time we finish a cycle (thanks to our incredible NHS) I make sure that we've got something pleasant to do on the first free Monday after. Today we have gone to see what's happening in the borders at Nymans. Whilst there are several plants looking parched and going to seed it turns out there's still oodles to be enjoyed.

Lots I haven't seen before and am now on the hunt for a blue salvia to add to our collection inspired by our visit today.

🏵Aril🌸

 

Sunny Weekend

We are due another sunny weekend here in Sussex. Hope you enjoy your Saturday and Sunday.

Arilx

 

One gorgeous morning...

One gorgeous morning we had the pleasure of whiling away a few hours exploring the delightful Hampshire town of Romsey. We spent a couple of nights here using it as a base for exploring this part of the county as I really don't know this end. I'll write a little more about our adventures in future posts, but for now, sometimes photos suffice. If you're familiar with the content here then you'll see why it pleased me

💙Aril💚

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Tales from the abbey part 2.

 Where can you go and zoom between Saxon and 21st Century in a single building? Romsey Abbey that's where. I've heard about this place over and over again and it did not disappoint once I finally made a pilgrimage across earlier this year.

The abbey itself is still pretty huge even by religious building standards, but its original footprint was much bigger. It seems that the church of SS Mary and Ethelflaeda may have started out as a nunnery in 907AD. Founded by King Edward [son of Alfred the Great], his daughter Elfaeda was put in charge. By 967AD the place had been refounded by King Edgar and a stone one put up to replace the original. By 1000AD Ethelflaeda was the abbess and she became canonised after various miracles were attributed to her. I like the story of her candle on her lectern blowing out when she was reading the night lessons, but it didn't present a problem for her as light started streaming from her fingers instead. The abbey continued to expand to the point where it incorporated the parish church of St Lawrence for the local people. This fact alone is probably what saved it from being asset stripped during the dissolution and the townsfolk were able to buy it as their church in 1544 for £100. Some parts of the abbey went on to be demolished simply because it was too large and beyond the needs of the townsfolk.

For starters the exterior is pretty good with all its whacky corbels and the Romsey Rood which dates from 11th century. How these things survive in all weathers is beyond me sometimes.

Inside the treats continue. Below is St Anne's Rood which is even older than the example outside. This one dates from the 10th century and sits behind an altar from 2015....that's more than a thousand years between the two objects.

Romanesque column capital carvings [the one shown has the name of the stone mason on it] jostle for your attention with Medieval wall paintings, the Romsey Rederos with Christ and all the saints and a painting of a kneeling priest in prayer.

This one is rather an oddity. In 1839 a lead coffin was discovered when the ground was being dug up for another grave. Usually lead preserves the contents well, but the lid had disintegrated to the point where no bones survived. Within it though lay this plaited hair resting upon a carved oak pillow. There's no indication as to whom it belonged, but modern tests have established that the deceased was a young woman who died between 964-1045 AD. Her diet contained a lot of fish so it's surmised that she was one of the ones living under the religious rule of St Benedict from the abbey's early days. It's slightly gruesome, but also fascinating for what it can tell us.

The church is awash with colour so I will leave you with a few shots of the stunning Florence Nightingale window and that marvellously groovy saints curtain dating from 1961.

I am delighted to have finally made it over for a visit.

Arilx

The Art Deco Moth

I can't help but feeling that this moth would have made the perfect Art Deco muse. It has a tangerine orange underwing and is called the Jersey Tiger moth. And hands up who thought moths were boring🤣...this one is a true glamour puss.

Hope you have a great weekend.

Arilx

What's at Petersfield?

I don't know if this ever happens to you, but there are some places that I have been going past for years yet never stopped to see what's there. Petersfield, just over the border in Hampshire, is one I drove past many times when I was studying over that way and at that time the route took me round the outskirts. Nowadays there's a bypass so no opportunity to even peek. I asked my friend Jane what she knew of the town and as it turns out she is well acquainted with it. It's pretty with a big lake and a free physic garden to see. It sounded the perfect place to while away a lunchbreak whilst we travelled across the county for a short break earlier this year.

Forftied with a cup of coffee from the Plump Duck cafe we started off by stretching our legs and taking a stroll around the perimeter of the Heath Pond. It is teeming with wildlife and it wasn't long before I turned up that fairy house hiding in the tree stump and the outlet pipe painted to look like a wendy house [named after Wendy Darling from Peter Pan apparently]. Initially that stubby little duck had us foxed, but it's the result of a mallard cross breeding with a white domestic duck and isn't uncommon.

The Physic Garden is sited just off the High Street and is the perfect place to get away from the hubbub for a few minutes [yes that's tulips you can see. This was in the Spring]. It was donated by Major John Bowen in 1988 after he had learnt of rare wild flowers being destroyed in the building of a housing estate. His response was to donate his garden to the town where it is cared for by the group of Friends. It's been developed as a 17th century example following the discovery of the connection to John Goodyer and John Worlidge who were both heavily involved in botany and horticulture at the time and were both locals. There's a herb garden, orchard, topiary garden and the knot garden where we sat and watched the world go by. When I stumbled across the plaque for Goodyer I was intrigued to see his is terracotta to blend in with the brick house it is affixed to rather than the standard blue ones you usually see.

The town was founded in the 12th century by William Fitzrobert, 2nd Earl of Gloucester and much of its wealth came from the wool trade. There are several references to this dotted around the centre including the woolbale sculpture by Richard Perry and the shepherd by Andy Cheese. 

I found there to be many beautiful buildings to stop and admire as we trundled back to the car. One John Small lived in the brick town house in 1802. He was a noted batsman and maker of cricket balls no less. Contrasting was the care worn patina of the corrugated metal forge. Am always a sucker for a bit of peeling paint.

Was definitely worth making that detour even if it has taken me forty years to get round to it! 

Arilx