Brotherly Love
Downtown Philadelphia tonight.
Category: Photos
Sunshine below, blue sky above
On my walk this morning with Tilly. More info about the walk, and further photos, on Wagipedia.
No dogs please?
I disagree. I think some do!
Gateway to Heaven
The view from Crishall churchyard
The Foggy, Foggy Dew
As seen last week by the doggy, doggy few.
The Cam at Grantchester
The tracks of my tyres
On the slopes of Mt Rainier.
The Mistaken Wife
Yes, I know all the jokes about "anybody who would marry Quentin..."
This to let you know, gentle reader, that Rose's book of that name, the third in the Mary Finch series, is officially published tomorrow. We're having a launch party tonight...
However, rumour has it that it's already available in certain fine bookshops - Waterstones in Cambridge being an example - and you can also find it at the usual online booksellers. Readers in North America will need to order from the UK, or wait until the US edition is published in the autumn...
Links and more information at RoseMelikan.com...
Arbury... sorry, Orchard Park
To the north of Cambridge a new housing estate is being built. Well, it was being built, though things seem to have slowed down a bit recently, presumably because the property market is in the doldrums.
I've seen some of the houses, and actually been inside one, and they're not bad, as modern buildings go. But I have to wonder at the intelligence of the developers.
At first, they named the estate 'Arbury Park' - a delightful-sounding name unless you happen to ask a local, in which case you'd discover that Arbury, the estate next door, is, shall we say, not deemed to be amongst the more desirable areas of the city.
After building a large number of houses, I presume that they cottoned on to this because some months ago it was renamed 'Orchard Park', a 'mixed use development including 700 prestige homes'. And they've managed to convey just some of this prestige in the proud sign that announces the project to passers-by.
I assumed this was a temporary sign. Very many months ago.
I like the comment on the District Council web site - a wonderful example of dangerous punctuation:
The site will provide 900 quality homes - 270 of which will be 'affordable'.Update: Have a look at the comments for some interesting background to the story... and in the afternoon of the day I posted this, I drove past the sign again, to find that it had finally, after many months, been replaced a couple of days before. Which makes it look much more professional, but now, knowing the story, I can't help but feeling the old one was rather more fun!
Skaters' Meadow
Just around the corner from my house, where the footpath from Cambridge to Grantchester begins, is Skaters' Meadow. In the 19th century, the meadow would flood, freeze, and people would pay a penny or two to skate around the lamppost in the middle (which you can just see if you click it and look at the larger versions on Flickr).
These days, it's managed as a nature reserve, and is no good for skating, partly because the winters aren't cold enough any more, but mostly because it very seldom floods. So I snapped this picture after some heavy rain last week; it's the nearest I've yet seen it come to being a skating rink again. There was a little ice around the edges...
Wouldn't it make a great setting for a story, though?
On wintry nights, it is said that the ghosts of skaters past can sometimes still be glimpsed, twirling under the lamppost in the moonlight. The most beautiful, and the most graceful of all, is young Annie Crompton, a maid at one of the great houses nearby, who mourns the loss of her love, an adventurous lad who skated too far out onto the River Cam, fell through the ice and drowned. She circles endlessly, awaiting his return...
More photos of the meadows here.
Angry Anglicans?
This church advertises ‘holy cross yelling’ – which must be pretty wild stuff in the life of English ecclesiastics!
(The very pretty village of Yelling was on one of my weekend dog-walks.)