PILGRIMS
The Cathedral tower above their heads and
the gate that lead to Holy Pardons.
But, all was well, as previously at the Tabard Inn,
the pilgrims had broken their fast.(for two of my favourite men)
( click on highlighted text for links. The link to the tower has time lapse photography of the Cathedral and is quite beautiful)
( click on highlighted text for links. The link to the tower has time lapse photography of the Cathedral and is quite beautiful)
Labels: My history
posted by herhimnbryn at 10:10 PM
20 Comments:
HHB
Gosh, am truly honoured. It seems like an age ago. Still am looking forward to seeing Oz's highlights and quaffing a few "tinnies" with yourself and the Bear
Pete
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Nice one H!
Canterbury Cathedral is beautiful - it's a good few years since I visited, must be due another one soon.
hi herhimnbryn,
gosh, that's a hard name to spell. oh canterbury... I was there not long ago, beautiful place. enjoy!
p. You are most welcome. 'Tinnies' will be 'on ice' waiting for you!
a. Cheers m'dear!
a. It is a beautiful place and the time lapse photography link made me feel quite homesick;)
em. Hallo and welcome to Secret Hill. We were there last year and finding these photographs in my folder, brought the day flooding back to me.
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Don't know if you read mysteries, but got this out of the library today, pre-your post, and it seems like it will be quite good: Mistress of the Art of Death, by Ariana Franklin. It takes place in Cambridge in 1171!
The opening paragraphs are quite vivid.
What cheery pilgrims.
I think I recognize one of those guys..... :) And I am assuming the other is your husband, bear? Right..
It was a long time before I made the connection betwee knowley and yourself. I am a bit slow..haha
Lovely pictures. Much beautiful architecture in this ole world, and I would sure love to see some of it firsthand.
Mmm, that bear looks good! Oops, meant to write 'beer'!
Re my disappearing pics, a Blogger weirdness that's happened before but I'd forgotten: it duplicates a post, when I delete the duplicate it deletes the pics on the remaining post about a week later.
Nothing for it but to re-edit and resend the photos. Anyway, they're back now!
oh ye olde england! is that the bear himself?
There's nothing like a few Spitfires to rejuvenate a couple of weary pilgrims!
"And well we weren esed atte beste"
And you can't get much better "eased" than with Spitfire!
lj. Cheers! Thanks for droppong by and leaving that stone.
tt. I will persue the book and take a look.
z. Cheerry indeed! They were all but dancing on the pub table!
n. yep! That hairy one is Bear. Boy, was he happy that day!
I think you would love the Cathedral. If you have broadband please open the Tower link.
l. Hee! They both are good! Seen your pics now. Glad I could.
p. Indeed it is the Bear and my Bro.
es. I thnik they would agree!
a.I reckon Chaucer might have enjoyed a pint of this too.
HHB
Courtesy of Bill Bailey(sorry about the size, do delete if you need too)
Three fellowes wenten into a pubbe,
And gleefullye their handes did rubbe,
In expectatione of revelrie,
For 'twas the houre known as happye.
Greate botelles of wine did they quaffe,
And hadde a reallye good laffe.
'Til drunkennesse held full dominione,
For 'twas two for the price of one.
Yet after wine and meade and sac,
Man must have a massive snack,
Great pasties from Cornwalle!
Scottishe eggs round like a balle!
Great hammes, quaile, ducke and geese!
They suck'd the bones and drank the grease!
(One fellowe stood all pale and wan,
For he was vegetarianne)
Yet man knoweth that gluttonie,
Stoketh the fyre of lecherie,
Upon three young wenches round and slye,
The fellowes cast a wanton eye.
One did approach, with drunkene winke:
"'Ello darlin', you fancy a drink?",
Soon they caught them on their knee,
'Twas like some grotesque puppettrie!
Such was the lewdness and debaucherie -
'Twas like a sketch by Dick Emery!
(Except that Dick Emery is not yet borne -
So such comparisonne may not be drawn).
But then the fellowes began to pale,
For quail are not the friende of ale!
And in their bellyes much confusione!
From their throats vile extrusione!
Stinking foule corruptionne!
Came spewinge forth from droolinge lippes,
The fetide stenche did fille the pubbe,
'Twas the very arse of Beelzebubbe!
Thrown they were, from the Horne And Trumpette,
In the street, no coyne, no strumpet.
Homeward bounde, must quicklie go,
To that ende - a donkey stole!
Their handes all with vomit greased,
(The donkey was not pleased,
And threw them into a ditche of shite!)
They all agreed: "What a brillant night!"
kp. Larf? I was crying! Where did you find this Bill verse?
I may have to add a ps to the post.
Ha - lov ethe Bill Bailey poem (he's Manny from Black Books right?)
Ah England - you can't beat the place for history ... it just seeps from every stone.
Wonderful Bill Bailey (aka Manny). Now turn him loose on Chaucer's "Miller's Tale"! (That would not be printable on such an elegant blog as this!)
HHB
have posted the video on my blog
Wow.
the gate that leads to holy pardon, broken fast...
I like how those two lines read.
I'll toast to that.
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