Today I have been really trying, it was freezing in the van last night. I got up switched on the central heating and the gas bottle gave up the ghost. Out into the cold and changed to the spare. The dogs were supervising through the bedroom window……….yes I have to keep it open as little Alf has a delicate tummy and produces more gas than I would ever need for heating and cooking. He really can stink a whole house out. There have been occasions when even he has become concerned and growled at his own bottom.
We went out late around tenish down to the church of St Mary.
This predates Norman Architecture, in bits! Most was built for a place in heaven by local landlords. At least it was open for peasants today. I don’t know why it didn’t get me all humming and singing. The images that follow I have spent as long processing as the benefactors of this edifice spent on design. The following are noisy and rubbish with one exception.
Dedicated to the Royal British Legion who look after the poor souls who go to war on my behalf. My behalf? No they go to clear up the mess left by incompetent politicians. Or in Thatchers case to secure another term in office. I wonder has she ever been to the Falkland Isles. Bloody awful was down here. We have more fossil fuel under Blackpool than they have oil . Blackpool is far worse than the Falkland Isles. Did she ever go to Blackpool before she created loss of life in the Falklands?
Now I can well understand you Myddletons. It must be blasted hard living between two towns. This naive of the church must have been built by you lot but as you can see from the poor image the money was spent on your glorification and not on the Lords. The whole apse has these marble friezes and a cheapo glass windows. Well three sides of it. One side is missing stained glass. Funny how I get a feel for a place!
I went back out, Had another wander round the graveyard, nothing much to report. Nothing Much! Wash my mouth out…….Dead miners by the dozen. …………………………………………….And……………….
A stunning little mausoleum. How did he get permission? Good on you! You Paid Pal. It looks so masonic but then christianity spawns as many devils as it does heroes. This is the final resting place of the Second Baron Trevor.
The resting place of all that was of mortal of Arthur William Trevor 2nd Earl of Trevor. Died 1923. And of Rosamond hs wife died 1942 And of their only child Mary died 1904.
Don’t bother looking him up. I did His dad was a bit of a tosser……………He did nowt………much like the Myddleltons. I presume one of our royals may have married into this lot but I suspect it is a different lot.
Now I have been in a bad mood since the national strike. Yes they are right to expect their contracts to be honoured.
I must just say……..you are awful hard to deal with.
We move on tomorrow so leave you with these.
I was in the mood for a rant
Have a good weekend.