St. Bega

The legend is that St. Bega (Died: AD 681) was the daughter of an Irish king and was the most beautiful woman in her country. She was to be married to the King of Norway, but she had, from her infancy, vowed herself to an ascetic life and. The night before her wedding-day, finding no ship to speed her escape, she cut a turf from the ground and, on it, crossed the Irish Sea. She landed on a promontory - thenceforth called St. Bee's Head, in Cumbria.
Without land or title, She asked the lord of Egremont for some land and he laughingly gave her as much as the snow would cover the next day - which happened to be Midsummer Day. But of course the next day the snow falls, covering only the land within about three miles, enough to place a priory.
(and below is a church bearing her name!)
WELL, should've been below, angels in the machine!
to sort another day...

autumn light

La Luz

more light!

Time; andalucia time.

los amigos.

3 brides & a groom

brides- spanish style
groom- corby class

Cockermouth: 1 year on

well, it's been a year since i came to this fine wee town of the edge of the lakes, not heaving with the gortex brigade that dayglo the streets of keswick and ambleside.
so, a look with new eyes (been away for 5 weeks!).
there is the most famous of cumbrians, Wordsworth who was born in the town (and wrote most of his great poetry down the road in grasmere).
and there are fine homes and a church hall door that even St. Peter might have trouble finding all the keys for!
and there are some very cultured pets who like to walk the boards.

Igor&Ellie....&Comida

A great friend; Igor.
A beautiful woman; Ellie
and food; la ostia!
Thanks again for everything, Igor.

back thru france

From St. Giron, a pretty ville in the foothills of the Pyrenees (weir)
Thru Bessines, a beautiful ville just off the A20, north of Limoges. (boulangerie open 7.55 of a sunday evening! yum!!)
and into a wet Paris for half a day. Vive la rues, vive le metro, vive Notre Dame

out thru France

the past doesn't go anywhere.
In France, this is very true. northern france is heavy with cenotapths and war graves, but even Maille, south of Tours, remembers. A memorial on a crossroads on the N10.
and then there is colour, sunflowers and oil seed rape, the latter is a clever taupalin over a peage (toll booth).
and life goes on in the squares and cafes.

Nature.Two

spanish chestnuts ripening, a fallen oak leaf after night's rain, pine cone, unknown flower! and a cute kitten!!

Nature.One

a jersey tiger moth, a fritillary, a praying mantis and damselflies