Islander, happily getting by with my clan on a little ole lump of mud in the North Sea. Don’t tend to follow anyone posting infestations of political tweets.
Up with the lark, the fox, the cuckoo, the ducks, the deer, the seabirds, the songbirds, and the churchyard rooks. Cycled through chilly banks of mist as the sun began to rouse itself for another day. Took a few photos along the way. 1/7
Just as well that Sibelius didn’t say to my wife “How does that sound?” after he had completed his fifth symphony. She just walked into the room where I had it playing on cd and said “What a racket!”.
Pictures of a church - an occasional series.
St Giles, Great Maplestead, Essex.
On a recent late Summer church crawl, I rolled up here on my bike only to find the building locked. Disappointed, I took to exploring the exterior and found it to be a beautiful spot.
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Ironically, despite the main church being locked there was access for parishioners and visitors through the main porch to a room with a WC. A few churches I've visited have free tea and coffee for visitors to help themselves to, which I always think is a lovely touch
Cycling out of Great Maplestead, I looked back to see this view. The newly ploughed field shows a path already trodden by walkers, no doubt an ancient right of way used throughout the ages by people visiting the site. It's a shame it was locked but hopefully next time I pass by?
Today's playlist.
Sometimes certain music compliments the weather and vice versa. Today was rain and Smetana's masterpiece somehow suited the grey skies well.
Bembridge Windmill. Said to have ground the flour for the sailors who fought at Trafalgar, it was sketched by Turner and is the only surviving windmill on the Isle of Wight.