Shropshire 2014

It’s February…so it must be Shrophire!

Having had a lovely break there this time two years ago, it was great to join my friends Dr. Bones and Revd. A (not forgetting Boots the Canine-in-Chief) for a few days at Henley Cottage.

It was the location for the BBC television programme, ‘The Victorian Farm’, and has been left as the film makers left it, i.e. with no electricity or running water (although there is a flush toilet and swanky shower unit in the shed at the bottom of the garden).

The three humans in the party are avid readers, and as paraffin lamps and candles are very hard on the eye we all cheated. Revd. A read by the light of a head torch….

Dr B and I had our trusty eReaders.

‘Barbarous pursuits’ (thank you Mr. Christopher Stockdale) included buying pheasants in the feather…

…and some wet and muddy walks. This one, up to ‘Flounder’s Folly’ was made even worse by the small JCB that had churned up the path.

It’s an interesting little tower….

….and the views are lovely.

We also had a trip to Much Wenlock, which was closed, due to half-day closing on a Wednesday. I’m rather cheered when I find somewhere in the UK (it’s usually the outer reaches of Scotland) that still observes half-day closing. Hurrah for the 1911 Shops Act!

The church was open, and we came across this rabbit in vestments.

I wonder if he or she (this being CofE) has a full set to match the liturgical calendar?

It was all far too strenuous, and poor Dr. B retired hurt…

…Boots stole most of the bed.

Cornwall 2012 – St Mellanus, Mullion

As you know, or may have gathered, I like a potter round at church. This is St Mellanus, which dates from the 13th Century.

I don’t think there was a spare perch on top of the church tower.

When Dr Bones, Boots and I arrived the parish coffee morning was in full swing. Boots was very popular.

St Melaine (Latin: Malanius or Mellanus; Cornish: Melan; Welsh: Mellon) was a 6th century Bishop of Rennes in Brittany.

He is the patron saint of St Mellion and Mullion.

We found this statue of Our Lady of Walsingham

….bit were blown away by the Elizabethan pews. They were boarded up during the Reformation iconoclasm, and restored to their former glory in Victorian times.

This slightly older pew end of Jonah and the whale is symbolic of Jesus 3 days between crucifixion and resurrection.

The phoenix is symbolic of the resurrection.

The west door has a dog flap. The shepherds would bring their dogs to church. The dogs would leave when the sermon started!

Boots wasn’t terribly impressed.

Cornwall 2012 – Falmouth

Dr Bones, Boots and I are just back from a week in Cornwall. We stayed in a lovely cottage in Mylor Bridge.

The day we arrived was overcast, but we made our way to the beach at Falmouth. It was wonderful to see the sea again.

It was Boots’ first encounter with sea, and he wasn’t too impressed.

I don’t think this little chap was either!

This labrador loved the sea though 🙂

We then had a quick trip to the castle

…followed by a modest ice-cream.

Bones on Thames

Dr Bones is moored on the Thames, close to chez Nous at the moment. Yesterday, we popped over for supper. Bones, Boots, Steve and Wallace were just returning from a walk.

Wallace is a very ‘can do’ doggie. I was rather pleased to catch a pic of him mid canter.

Dr B. and Boots went off to guide the Rev Rattue, leaving me to be menaced by this swan.

I was very glad to see them returning through the gloom.

This morning I popped over for a cuppa (as you can see, Boots was helping).

The swan decided to make rude gestures with its foot.

Miss T and Dr Bones go mad in Shropshire (or a Tales of Two Kindles)


“So” said Dr Bones, “let’s go away to a cottage for a few days”.

“Yes, let’s” I simpered. That’s how, dear reader, I found myself navigating to Henley Cottage. The cottage featured in the BBC TV programme ‘The Victorian Farm‘. As well as having no running water, or electricity, the neighbours are very friendly (see above).

As we had our first sight of our holiday ‘home from home’, I was reminded of Uncle Monty’s cottage in the film ‘Withnail and I‘.

Thanks to Dr B’s narrow boat experience, by the end of our stay we could boil a kettle in under an hour!

The cottage only contained these tiny, doll sized glasses. Pouring that many glasses in order to drink a bottle of wine is incredibly debilitating.

In the evenings we were able to read…

…by Kindle light.
Fantastic view from the outside loo :-).

Cruise to Banbury on nb Bones

On Saturday, The Boy and I joined Dr Bones and Crew at Twyford Mill, for a cruise up to Banbury.

Boots decided that it was more fun to run up and down the tow path, with the odd pause to pose looking noble…

…or checking out the locks.

As Maffi was hors de combat, and I’m not very handy, it was up to The Boy and Dr Bones to navigate the locks.

Locks are rather scary when you’re at the bottom – and the water is coming in!

What was Molly doing? A little bit of looking out…

…some snoozing…

…and a bit of a cuddle.

“Hey Boots, look…food!”

The dainties from the Cornucopia deli in Eynsham, are NOT FOR DOGS!

We jumped ship at Banbury, and took the train home.

“Hey Boots – we’re famous!”

This week just gone we had some friends visiting. No visit to Traves-Lawrence Towers is complete without a trip over to Annie’s Tea Room in Thrupp, so we pottered over there on Tuesday.

It gave us the chance to catch up with Dr Bones, Maffi, Boots & Molly. Dr Bones was kind enough to show my friend Elaine’s urchins round nb Bones. I hope Dr Bones doesn’t mind that she’s become a tourist attraction.