i want to go to there
it looks like there will be treasure
Highgate Cemetery is pretty much my favorite cemetery I’ve never actually visited.
London during the Blitz
shipofthefens:The River Great Ouse flows over 70 miles from Bedford out into the Wash, linking to the River Cam coming down from Cambridge and a series of other navigable rivers along its way. (via SharpeImages on Flickr)
Some trees just look like they’ve just casually leaned over for a moment and are waiting for you to hop into their boughs before they straighten up again.
Source: Flickr / sharpeimages
The entrance to Balliol College, one of Oxford University’s oldest self-governing colleges and halls. Balliol (pronounced Bailey’l with emphasis on the first syllable) College was founded in 1263. City of Oxford, Oxfordshire, England.
Book porn, door porn, all part of the services provided free of charge at enchantedengland, you are most welcome, happy to oblige. I must work tonight, tomorrow, and Sunday; sleep Monday and then AND THEN GET UP AND PACK AND HEAD FOR ATLANTA AND THE AEROPLANE OF ECSTASY!!!!! (Wikimedia)
Connie Willis has cemented Balliol College in my mind as a site for time travel and other such awesome disasters. These doors fit the scene pretty well.
Inside Chetham’s Library in Manchester, England. Chetham’s Hospital, which contains both the library and Chetham’s School of Music, was established in 1653 for the education of “the sons of honest, industrious, and painful parents” and as a library for scholarly usage. It is the oldest free public library in the United Kingdom.
It is understandable that those books are on chains; since a person would certainly want to steal one. I am not saying I would. But honestly, LOOK AT THOSE BOOKS! Okay I
most definitely probablyMIGHT nick that one on the upper left. But I would feel very badly about it later. (wikimedia)
The chains make them all the sexiest.
Dartmoor ponies amidst the glorious violet heathered hills of Devon, England. Dartmoor Ponies are native to Britain but found in the US, Continental Europe, New Zealand, and Australia as well. This hardy breed was utilised for centuries by local tin miners and quarry workers, but is now kept in a semi-feral state.
I think these Dartmoor ponies are gorgeous and I adore them. I also adore the concept of living in a semi-feral state, as in, for myself. It does sound rather intriguing, doesn’t it? (davidbuttle flickr)
Ponies and ponies!
Apparently, “semi-feral” works this way: the British government invests in the upkeep of the breed by paying ranchers to feed the ponies and allow them to live on their land.
Canopied Regency window in Brighton, East Sussex, England (cazjane97 on flickr)
SORRY SORRY I have been terribly neglectful of this blog! I have worked myself to death for the past three nights in the ICU trying to keep an eighteen-year-old alive; and that is the actual truth. I imagine you will forgive me since the More Important Thing here is obvious. And if you do NOT value a teenager’s life over Tumblr then please do not follow me because I don’t like you.
ANYHOO, here is my guilty confession number never-mind about Brighton: I haven’t EVER wanted to go there. From what I have read it seems a) horribly crowded b) dreadfully tacky and c) replete with surly, inhospitable, and potentially violent chavs. I may have been misled, now; and am happy to be corrected (politely, or you will only reinforce my negative opinion of Brighton) It must be so popular for some reason other than this window.
Twelve-hours-and-forty-three-letters-later: Besides the notes below, I can add the following feedback about Brighton: positive- the North and South Laines; wonderful little shops; book stores and vintage clothing; Victorian architecture; the pier; friendly people; and (this was meant to be positive although it isn’t to ME) giant seagulls **shudder**. I have also been forewarned by several that I must never, nevernevernever go to Moulscombe! NOT EVER. I don’t know why, though. I’m gonna have to look this up.
bewitchingbritain: There are three places called Windsor in England: Windsor, Berkshire, home to Windsor Castle; Windsor, Cornwall; and Windsor, Lincolnshire. THREE WINDSORS there will be a quiz on this later.
The Crooked House of Windsor (built 1592) in Berkshire was originally a market house which acquired its famous tilt due to the use of unseasoned green oak. The house contained a secret passage to Windsor Castle (unsurprisingly this is now blocked) from its basement; reputedly used for illicit meetings between King Charles and his mistress Nell Gwyn.
Originally a butcher’s shop; this building has served as a jeweller’s, a brewery, an antique shop, and a gift shop; and is presently a tea room. (info crooked-houseofwindsor.com)
A bit can be said for bibliophiles because not even the damage done by the Blitz could keep them out of the London Library.
Keep calm and carry on.
This is the Friston Church in East Dean and Friston, a parish in East Sussex, England. Isn’t this the best gate ever with that cute little bell? Well it is, because it is a VERY SPECIAL GATE. It is a Tapsel gate!
Tapsel gates were invented in the early 1700’s for the dual purpose of keeping cattle out of churchyards and efficiently shuttling coffins through the gate by means of a 90° rotating pivot. They are unique to the county of Sussex, and only six examples survive.
I wonder if the cows ever tried to get IN while the coffins were being carried OUT? That would’ve been excellent!! Think of all those cows knocking over pallbearers as they shuffled happily into the Forbidden Zone! And then the pallbearers would drop the coffin, and the corpse would roll out, and everyone would begin shouting and wailing and moaning and mooing.
I don’t know why I think of these things but I do. Anyhow the image is from Wikimedia Creative Commons.
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