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Samhain 2020

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 Seeing as it's Halloween πŸ‘»πŸ’€πŸ˜±πŸ˜ tomorrow I thought I'd share this rather dishevelled witch from the Farnham Sculpture Park. She rather looks like she might have partaken of a cauldron full of Witches Brew already! As usual I shall enjoy a quiet celebration with the couple I always mark it with. Hope you have a fantastic weekend. Arilx

The Bomb House

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When we visited the Devil's Dyke in 2019 I noted this ruin on the horizon. From the looks of it and based on what else I've seen I had this down as either a relic from the feared Napoleonic invasion [which thankfully never happened] or more probably a leftover from WWII [Sussex is littered with different examples]. Only now have I discovered that more unusually this dates from the Great War. It was known colloquially as "The Bomb House", but its purpose was not rediscovered until 2012. Built in 1918 it had steel lined walls to enable the testing of bomb detonators to be carried out. With it being put into action so near to the armistice it only saw a short period of service before being abandoned. Arilx

Returning to the screen.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9EC3juydY0   I was so pleased to learn that another series of Worzel Gummidge is due to be aired soon. This new interpretation is of the moment. If you click on the link above you can hear the haunting "The Scarecrow Knows" by the Unthanks band who provide the soundtrack for the programme.  My latest encounter with a scarecrow was a rather friendlier looking fellow. He was propped up outside a local pub! Arilx

The Anchoress

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We passed by St James in Shere a couple of weeks ago and much to my delight I found it has recently reopened. I'd heard rumours of a possible connection to an anchorite, but these things are usually pretty vague and with little detail about the individual who had chosen to be sealed within a cell. Most were women and it was a practice that ceased before the Reformation. Bar one or two who made a name for themselves, history has not recorded their names.  The first photo shows the remaining outline of the original cell which was 4' wide and 6' high. It's sited on the north wall of the church i.e. the coldest part and would have had some kind of aperture to the outside world where people could bring the occupant food and drink. Unusually it's known exactly who lived here. Christine Carpenter [her father William was the village carpenter] for records of her exist in documents held by the Bishop of Winchester under whose jurisdiction she came. She was first enclosed in

A load of old balls.....

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This year has been the one for exploring what's under our nose....it turns out I don't know my home patch half as well as I thought I did. Local friends took us out on a walk through the copse on the outskirts of the village where they live. The weather wasn't grand, but I don't mind some showers especially if there's woodland cover for most of it. Although I haven't stumbled across some of the more exotic fungi I've seen others sharing online we did find a few less showy examples. The first one was the size of a penny and oh so delicate. Even in the dull light with the rain gently falling the woods still looked magical. Those moss covered stumps are like something out of Middle Earth! England does a mighty fine shade of yellow when it comes to its autumn foliage. As ever this area does timber framed buildings with style and there are barns and farms aplenty. Many are the more traditional black and white, but we are on clay here so bricks feature heavily too

Fleeced

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It was the beautiful tones in this ewe's fleece that caught my eye recently. The ram in the field had a very impressive set of curly horns, but I was guessing that he wasn't delighted by our presence if the deathstare he gave us was anything to go by as we went past. Perhaps some clever person could let me know what breed this particular ovine is please? Have a great weekend! Arilx

Now more than ever....

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  At dark times or on dark days I stop and notice the beauty of the world around me. It brings me back to a place of calm and hope. Arilx

Butting in.

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Not the most gripping delivery that has ever been received here at GBT, but a "practical" [or dull as my younger self would have said] one nevertheless. After several weeks of traipsing back and forth from the back garden to water the veggie planter out the front I suggested to Mr GBT that it might be easier for us to have another water butt out there instead and then we could harvest more rainwater from the roof.  Somehow one morphed into two, but am pleased to find that these ones from BeGreen are made of 100% recycled plastic. With being on a water meter this should hopefully keep our consumption down. You have to work hard to maintain a gnat bottomed reputation so we've decided to use any water in them to flush the toilet over the winter months. I like to make our purchases work hard for us😁 Arilx

Fancy Free

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 I'm a fan of the Fancy Free walks site. We have done a handful of them this year and it's brought forward new corners of my locality that I simply don't know, The best part is that new ones are being added on a regular basis and the details for all of them are kept up to date. They provide the perfect antidote to a working week when we find ourselves with a quiet day at the weekend and the weather is dry. Just pick one and go. This one is around nearby Friday Street. The starting point was from the now sadly closed village pub. This was once one of Oliver Read's drinking holes. Nature is rapidly reclaiming it, but as is oft the way of the world round here it's earmarked for demolition and new housing. Thankfully the second pub we came to is still vibrant and viable. The MG club is celebrating its 90th anniversary this year and some of the members had brought along their beloved cars for a meet up in the carpark.  They weren't the only vintage vehicles we encoun

Please shut the gate.

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  I saw this on our walk yesterday. Whilst I understand why we needed to shut the gate I am still none the wiser as to the type of livestock from the imageπŸ˜† we were supposed to be keeping in. My friend suggested anteaters and it seems as good a guess as any! I do love these little oddities you encounter when out and about. Arilx

Superhero

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 This was the winner in the local village's annual scarecrow competition. The theme was "superheroes" and Captain Tom Moore is the real deal. Have a fabulous weekend one and all. Arilx

The Final Incarnation

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Following on from yesterday Eltham Palace underwent its final and possibly most dramatic transformation when it passed into the hands of Stephen and Virginia Courtauld in 1933. With millions at their disposal this couple set about creating a modern masterpiece which would incorporate the Great Hall and sit sensitively alongside it. On this occasion I think it best that I simply share images of what we saw and let them do the talking. This was the final one of our "holi"days. It was quite a departure for us from the type of place we normally visit and I enjoyed the complete change in direction. Arilx

Royal Favour

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In the late 13th century Anthony Bek, the then Bishop of Durham, bought Eltham Manor. It didn't meet his idea of a residence befitting his station so he rebuilt a grander affair with a moat. Upon his death it was bequeathed to his friend Edward I. He too thought it fell below the standards he would expect for his domestic arrangements as the Monarch so once again it was upgraded into a palace.  For many generations it remained as a Royal residence. The hunting was good, you could hold lavish Christmas festivities for 2000 and it could sleep 800. It also provided an excellent base for diplomacy. Henry IV holds the record for being the only King to have entertained a Byzantine Emperor in 1400. All the stops were pulled out for his visit....a joust held in his honour and even fire breathing dragons [now that is something I'd have liked to have seen!]. Henry VIII spent much of his boyhood here and I rather liked the detail that he had his own fool, John Goose, there with him. Howev

Galling

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  This funny looking little thing is called a Robin's Pincushion gall and it's usually to be seen on wild roses. I've learnt that it was known as a Robin Redbreast's cushion in West Sussex and if you wore it around your neck it would cure you from whooping cough [along with many hundreds of other folkloric cures!] Arilx

In for a penny in for a pound.

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As a clothes sorter volunteer for a local charity, we're allowed to keep the odd item for ourselves. One of the items that came out of my bags was a Per Una skirt which I really liked. "Keep it" my friend urged as it was destined just to be recycled even though it's still in very good condition. Reuse is better than recycle, so I brought it home even though I knew it was far too big for me.  I'm no seamstress, but the one thing I've learnt this year is to give it a go and not get too hung up on the results. Not having had to pay for it what did I have to lose by trying to alter it....worst case scenario was that it ended up being put back in the recycling next month. Having thought my way round it before I touched a pair of scissors I whipped out the zip and lining and then cut a section off straight across the top. With some black fabric I already had I made the tie, stitched back in the lining and restitched the side seam. I don't mind the shorter length

Insulting

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If somebody's got on your wick today please feel free to draw from the list below and come up with a unique insult to inflict upon them...perhaps wisest not to tell them😈 Have a good weekend. Arilx

The Scream

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I rather think of this image as being akin to Edvard Munch's "The Scream" only in castle form. It's the  shot many visitors, including us, take of Pevensey Castle, but it is rather dramatic. The other images below show a much more standard view of this medieval castle. It started out as a late Roman fort and the remains can still be seen in the outer wall and it has continued to be used for defending our shores throughout the ensuing centuries. It was built by the Normans and then rebuilt during the 13th century in the form we see today. Despite periods when it has been allowed to fall into a ruinous state it was repaired during WWII  as a viable base for defending the country against coastal invasion and repaired so that the soldiers could live in the towers. Many of the war related alterations were later removed leaving no trace, but the locals petitioned for some of the features like the pillboxes to be kept in memory of those who'd fought. The pillboxes [no ph