Billy at Borders

Stopped off in Borders for a coffee with La Marrison (or in my case a chai tea latte – the foam, the foam) – and bumped into this little chap/goat.

I thought at first he was wearing a horned hat, but the horns are his own – they just poke through his knitted hat. I liked his ‘comprehensively loved’ look.

Intriguing Notice

Currently in Eynsham Post Office window, is a card offering tarot readings and self-defence classes.

I found this an interesting combination – is the self-defence to help you deal with what the cards foretell?

A Good Walk Spoiled?

This weekend The Boy and I were down in leafy Surrey. After a delightful evening with The Weeping Cross (TWC?) we headed over to Wentworth.

The Boy had a couple of guest tickets to the PGA Golf Championships, and was keen to have a look at the course. My initial plan had been to inhabit TWC’s sofa with a good book or three, but Reader I accompanied him. Despite a waterlogged course, and horrid bitey insects I’m glad I did:

  1. I had a nice walk – the course was built in the 1920s and so there are lots of mature trees etc. It was a bit like Bedgebury Pinetum in places.
  2. The people watching – all types, all ages. I especially enjoyed a family of ladies all clad in the same pale, lime green and two Sikh chaps with their pinstriped trousers tucked into their black business socks.
  3. It was lovely seeing The Boy so happy, striding around fulminating about golf course design.

[PS – the Mark Twain quote I’m alluding to in this post title can only be really understood if you know i) he was a golfer ii) he’d just had a bad round when he made the quip!]

We’re all Doomed! A Visit to South Leigh Church

Why is it that we neglect the treasures on our doorstep? South Leigh is only three miles away and until this afternoon, I’d never been to the church.

This lovely Arts and Crafts inspired tower clock was installed in 1905.

This is the reason I visited – the amazing wall paintings. Now,before one gets too excited, one has to bear in mind that the paintings were HEAVILY restored in 1872 by Burlison and Grylls. But they can give you a fair idea of what churches looked like before those Puritan, iconoclast vandals got their hammers and whitewash on them!

Here is St Michael weighing souls with the Virgin interceding.

I was rather taken by these devils. Do you think the one that has the ‘stick’ in its mouth is playing fetch?

The Last Judgement – Doom – extends over the chancel arch onto the nave walls.

Painters always seem to have a more lively and colourful view of Hell than of the Celestial City. I guess they felt that they really had to hammer the point home.

Look at that red maw – that’s where YOU’RE going if you scrump any more apples!

See – Heaven looks really dull doesn’t it? And it looks like only red heads will get in!

These are lovely little birds…coming to a Victorian bathroom tile near you…

I ADORE Mary’s little canopy.

I’m glad that St Clement has one too, or he’d be jealous I’m sure!

This is the only unrestored painting, of The Seven Deadly Sins. In this state I think it has an abstract beauty.

As well as the paintings, there is this rather nice altar.

And the pulpit where John Wesley preached his first sermon, in 1725 – I wonder what he’d have thought of the restored paintings?

The Puppies’ First Walk to the Queen’s Head

The Boat Yard pups had their jabs yesterday and celebrated by walking to the pub. As you can see it was rather tiring. Fern (the puppy previously known as ‘no name’) has elongated somewhat.

Here is Molly showing off her new lead and chunky paws.

[In case you’re wondering, they had a lift back to the Boat Yard]