Whenever Wensleydale comes up in conversation, I trot out the old fact that it is the only one of ‘The Dales’ to be named after its town, rather than its river. (The river is the Ure, by the way.)
Until recently I had neither visited Wensley, nor its Dale. However, with the Churches Conservation Trust app to hand. I made a detour to do just that.
Continue reading “Holy Trinity Church, Wensley”
In 2015, I had a sort of watershed. I was house-sitting for a friend and realised when I looked at their shelves, filled with lots of African literature, that not only did I really have no idea about that, but I had no real idea about what any of the places in Africa were like. other than that some had famine and some had wild animals. Continue reading “West Africa: Word, Symbol, Song – British Library, London”
The place was called Fountains, where, at that
time and afterwards so many drank of waters springing
up to eternal life as from the fountains of the Saviour.
William of Newburgh, twelfth-century Augustinian canon
Western Range awaiting carollers
Continue reading “Fountains Abbey, North Yorkshire”
Wales is excellent isn’t it? I had the pleasure to visit St Hywyn’s church in Aberdaron on a beautiful day. I had never visited either Wales, or Aberdaron before, so was of course enchanted by both.
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