
Fulling Mill, New Alresford by Candia Dixon-Stuart
02 Sunday Aug 2020
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black and white cottages, ford, fulling mill, Hampshire, New Alresford, Right of Way, thatched cottage
How many times have I walked in front of this house, or up the lane?
Now have migrated to pastures new.
Photo by Candia Dixon-Stuart
15 Sunday Mar 2020
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Celtic Christianity, churches, forgiveness, Hampshire, miracles, monologues, Music, parables, pilgrimage, Sculpture, sestinas
Dixon-Stuart books have just made this anthology available on Amazon.
Candia thoroughly recommends this insightful read to all her followers.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heaven of Hell,
A Hell of Heaven…
John Milton: Paradise Lost, Bk 1.
29 Sunday Mar 2015
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All Saints Steep, Downs, Easter garden, Edward Thomas, Hampshire, kneelers, Laurence Whistler, memento mori, Reveille
Another re-blog as it is the same season…
Brassie and I set out one sunny afternoon last week,
to savour the fresh air and to visit Steep Church with its
memorial windows to Edward Thomas, the poet.
Imagine our shock at finding one of the exquisite little panes
shattered by vandals-apparently some time ago.
It made me return to my online file and I managed to find
a poem written about these works of art several Springs
ago.
Let me share it with you:
ALL SAINTS’ CHURCH, STEEP-GOOD FRIDAY
It is steep, but we find it after all
with memorial tablet on the wall,
listing old choirboys – Cranstone, Applebee,
whose treble piping trills continually
in shrill birdsong. Death’s head kneelers proclaim
memento mori. We don’t forget name,
or words from the believer whose etched glass
invites us to see less darkly, to pass
through the pain, through the pane, beyond the moss
of an Easter garden, with central cross,
till our gaze follows glaze to Downs and sky,
clouded momentarily by the sigh
of some Hampshire widow, for whom the coat
on washing line; the unsmoked pipe denote
an absent man and yet a spirit nigh,
the daffodils bugling in Reveille.