Last night I had that telltale tickle in my throat, and I woke up this morning with a VILE cold. Although we now have lovely fire, I decided to go for walk this afternoon, to brush away from of the cobwebs. I had a wander round one of Eynsham’s treasures – the Abbey Fishponds
had an abbey
until naughty old Henry VIII fell for Anne Boleyn, and the church’s money. The Anglican church, St. Leonard’s
(on the right), and the Roman Catholic church, St. Peter’s
(on the left), are both on the site.
I was a bit late for the autumn colour…
…but there was still plenty to see.
I was also able to enjoy one of my favourite of life’s small pleasures – kicking through piles of fallen leaves.
The ruins of Strata Florida Abbey are in a beautiful spot, in a fold between the hills.
The name means valley of the flowers…
…and it must have been magnificent.
Now there’s not much left…
…(although, philistine that I am, these tiles made me ponder how I’d like the floor if we ever have our kitchen sorted…)
…but ghosts of memories.
Up the 199 steps to the church we went.
Here is my rugged companion looking out to sea. The fencing was new, and it was rather worry to see little bunches of flowers attached to it. In memory of people who’d fallen over the edge?
The wind really does blow here, as you can see from this eroded grave stone.
This bronze copy of a Borghese gladiator is in sharp contrast to the abbey ruins.
I always find abbey ruins very poignant places.
They are like Scotland’s vast openess…
…beauty, where there was once bustle and life.
I like Yorkshire, me.
Last Saturday, Adam and I made the most of the first decent bit of sunshine, and went for a walk round by the fishponds. This view of St Peter’s made me try and picture what it must have looked like when the abbey was there.
The rain has encouraged some very, furry moss to grow.
I hadn’t realised that Eynsham had a gibbet, but hey this village has everything…:-).
Who lives in a house like this? The curator of Bayham Abbey.
Thanks to good old Henry VIII wanting a divorce, only the abbey ruins are left.
The site is incredibly peaceful – which is amazing given that it’s on the Kent-East Sussex border, a very highly populated area with lots of traffic.
I was last here when I was very little – I couldn’t remember very much about the site, except the tree above the site of what was the high altar. My Pa remarked that the Romantics would have loved the place. When we researched the abbey afterwards, we discovered that the site (as well as the rest of the estate) was landscaped by Repton, so that the ruins could be thrilled over.
The square building on the left of the gatehouse, is a summerhouse built in the 1800s – so that the denizens of Bayham Hall could picnic while looking at the abbey.