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Saturday, July 14, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
WEEK 3: FLAMBOROUGH HEAD
Oh dear! Fog, wind and rain for a whole week.
You can't even see the top of the radio mast at
the fog horn station in this photo -- and that's the
North Sea out there.
First the fog...
then the wind...
Those cliffs are about a hundred feet high (the
chalk part).
The skies over the lighthouse looked ominous.
Then came the rain! It bucketed down -- so much that
the footpath of steps down to the beach at North
Landing became a series of waterfalls.
But we sisters, (Kay and I,) took advantage of
the dry spells. (Sorry about the sunglasses, they
darken automatically). Look at all the school children
in the background who came in bus loads to see
Flamborough Head and the caves. This area is
noted for its geological significance, hence the school
children.
But why did Kay and I brave the weather? Because
we grew up there -- about a hundred yards away
from where this photo was taken.
In this aerial view you can see where our house used
to be located. The houses with the red roofs are on
the right side of the lighthouse road. On the left side of
the lighthouse road, where those houses bend
to the right, there is a patch of dark green and the
light green of the golf course right-angles into it.
Our house was right there.
Yes, our father was the manager of the golf course.
If you would like to know more about Flamborough,
go to my web site www.flamboroughhead.com
The first couple of pages are about my book, but
the rest of the pages are about Flamborough.
You can't even see the top of the radio mast at
the fog horn station in this photo -- and that's the
North Sea out there.
First the fog...
then the wind...
Those cliffs are about a hundred feet high (the
chalk part).
The skies over the lighthouse looked ominous.
Then came the rain! It bucketed down -- so much that
the footpath of steps down to the beach at North
Landing became a series of waterfalls.
But we sisters, (Kay and I,) took advantage of
the dry spells. (Sorry about the sunglasses, they
darken automatically). Look at all the school children
in the background who came in bus loads to see
Flamborough Head and the caves. This area is
noted for its geological significance, hence the school
children.
But why did Kay and I brave the weather? Because
we grew up there -- about a hundred yards away
from where this photo was taken.
In this aerial view you can see where our house used
to be located. The houses with the red roofs are on
the right side of the lighthouse road. On the left side of
the lighthouse road, where those houses bend
to the right, there is a patch of dark green and the
light green of the golf course right-angles into it.
Our house was right there.
Yes, our father was the manager of the golf course.
If you would like to know more about Flamborough,
go to my web site www.flamboroughhead.com
The first couple of pages are about my book, but
the rest of the pages are about Flamborough.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Back on the Coach Again
We spent Tuesday in Chester and North Wales.
Chester is a great city with many places to explore,
including Roman walls on which you can walk and
see grooves in the stone path from the Roman Chariots.
Here is a fine example of Tudor houses in Chester.
...and poor Helen got thrown into the stocks by the
town crier.
North Wales is so beautiful -- more lakes and
mountains. This is Capel Curig near Mount Snowdon,
which is the highest mountain in England and Wales
at 3560 feet.
I'm not sure if this photo below is Snowdon.
I took it mainly for the sturdy English oak tree on the
left. The English have always been proud of their oak
trees because"hearts of oak" were what was used to
build the fine British navy ships in the times of Elizabeth I
-- but you'd never know it was an oak tree from this photo.
Couldn't decide if I wanted the tree or the view. I
was in a small tea garden waiting for the rest of the
gang to arrive and even got sun burned -- in England??
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
From Wales we headed south to the Cotswolds, an
area of small, picturesque villages that used to be a
prime area for sheep and wool, but since there's
little call for wool these days they have turned to
tourism -- but tastefully, thankfully.
The problem here was when to stop taking photographs!
Again, the weather was gorgeous...
...and the photo opportunities spectacular.
How could we not take these photos?!
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Finally, we moved on to Oxford where folks with
more energy than I have, took a walking tour.
I took a bus! Many old buildings and of course
the town was full of students. This is the city
where C.S. Lewis and Tolkien lived and wrote.
This old brick cross was in the center of the road in
the market place and is truly alone worth the visit
to Oxford, for this is the place where Hugh Ridley and
Nicholas Latimer, and not much later Thomas Cranmer,
were burned at the stake for their Protestant beliefs,
during the reign of Mary I.
It is said that as the flames arose around them, Latimer
declared:
"Be of good comfort Master Ridley, for we shall this day
light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust
shall never be put out." October 16, 1555.
Less than 50 years after Martin Luther nailed his 95 theses
to the door of Wittenberg Cathedral-- (the beginning of the
Protestant Reformation), these men gave their lives so that
the man in the street could read the Bible for himself.
Chester is a great city with many places to explore,
including Roman walls on which you can walk and
see grooves in the stone path from the Roman Chariots.
Here is a fine example of Tudor houses in Chester.
...and poor Helen got thrown into the stocks by the
town crier.
North Wales is so beautiful -- more lakes and
mountains. This is Capel Curig near Mount Snowdon,
which is the highest mountain in England and Wales
at 3560 feet.
I'm not sure if this photo below is Snowdon.
I took it mainly for the sturdy English oak tree on the
left. The English have always been proud of their oak
trees because"hearts of oak" were what was used to
build the fine British navy ships in the times of Elizabeth I
-- but you'd never know it was an oak tree from this photo.
Couldn't decide if I wanted the tree or the view. I
was in a small tea garden waiting for the rest of the
gang to arrive and even got sun burned -- in England??
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
From Wales we headed south to the Cotswolds, an
area of small, picturesque villages that used to be a
prime area for sheep and wool, but since there's
little call for wool these days they have turned to
tourism -- but tastefully, thankfully.
The problem here was when to stop taking photographs!
Again, the weather was gorgeous...
...and the photo opportunities spectacular.
How could we not take these photos?!
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Finally, we moved on to Oxford where folks with
more energy than I have, took a walking tour.
I took a bus! Many old buildings and of course
the town was full of students. This is the city
where C.S. Lewis and Tolkien lived and wrote.
This old brick cross was in the center of the road in
the market place and is truly alone worth the visit
to Oxford, for this is the place where Hugh Ridley and
Nicholas Latimer, and not much later Thomas Cranmer,
were burned at the stake for their Protestant beliefs,
during the reign of Mary I.
It is said that as the flames arose around them, Latimer
declared:
"Be of good comfort Master Ridley, for we shall this day
light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust
shall never be put out." October 16, 1555.
Less than 50 years after Martin Luther nailed his 95 theses
to the door of Wittenberg Cathedral-- (the beginning of the
Protestant Reformation), these men gave their lives so that
the man in the street could read the Bible for himself.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
ENGLAND: WEEK TWO
For our second week we took 44 friends on a coach
tour of beautiful England and Wales. Fortunately
the weather cooperated and we had a wonderful
week. It didn't rain once, not even in the Lake
District.
Here we all are, some from Australia, Argentina, the
UK, Canada, Micronesia -- and a lot from Carlsbad,
California.
On our first day out, we took the North Yorkshire
Moors steam train from Pickering to Goathland,
near Whitby, on the north east coast of Yorkshire.
I took these photos from out of the train window while
we were stopped at a station along the way. The
poppies were gorgeous -- and enormous.
This is Whitby Harbor with St. Hilda's Abbey
in the back ground. St. Hilda was born in 614 AD
and the abbey you see here was built about 500
years later. By the time of St. Hilda, there were
a good number of converts to Christianity in the
area and north of here.
Robin Hood's Bay - no cars allowed.At one time
all the people who lived in this tiny village were
smugglers.This road may look narrow but the
side 'roads' are narrow alley-ways only wide
enough for donkeys.
The next day was Sunday, so we traveled down to
Cliff College in Derbyshire, a Methodist Training
College for evangelists, where Barry preached on
"I am the Good Shepherd".
This place has special significance for Barry and I
because this is where we met in 1957 and lived
there for a year, from 1964-65. In addition, it
was through the ministry of the Cliff students who
came to my home town of Bridlington to conduct
beach missions, that I became a Christian and
understood the full significance of what it means
to have my sins forgiven.
So of course we had to have our photographs taken
in the Samuel Chadwick Memorial Chapel!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.
Our next stop was Chatsworth House, said to be
the place on which Jane Austen based her description
of Pemberley in her novel "Pride and Prejudice".
It was a beautiful day and many many people were
picnicking in the extensive grounds and gardens among
waterfalls, fountains and lakes.
There was even a small orchestra playing, as you
can see from this photo.
On our way out to Cliff College and Chatsworth we
passed the twisted spire of the Chesterfield Cathedral;
twisted because it was made out of wood and warped!
Our next stop was the Lake District where we took a
boat across Lake Windemere to Bowness. Then
some of us visited Dove Cottage, where William
Wordsworth lived with his sister. This is the Wordsworth
of "Daffodils" fame. I think every school child in Britain
was exposed to this at one time or other:
"I wandered lonely as a cloud...."
Too late for daffodils, but plenty of rhododendrons
and other beautiful flowers as well as scenery.
This is taking a long time to resize and post the photos
-- not to mention choosing which ones to post.
Will have to continue tomorrow with Chester, North
Wales, the Cotswolds and Oxford.
tour of beautiful England and Wales. Fortunately
the weather cooperated and we had a wonderful
week. It didn't rain once, not even in the Lake
District.
Here we all are, some from Australia, Argentina, the
UK, Canada, Micronesia -- and a lot from Carlsbad,
California.
On our first day out, we took the North Yorkshire
Moors steam train from Pickering to Goathland,
near Whitby, on the north east coast of Yorkshire.
I took these photos from out of the train window while
we were stopped at a station along the way. The
poppies were gorgeous -- and enormous.
This is Whitby Harbor with St. Hilda's Abbey
in the back ground. St. Hilda was born in 614 AD
and the abbey you see here was built about 500
years later. By the time of St. Hilda, there were
a good number of converts to Christianity in the
area and north of here.
Robin Hood's Bay - no cars allowed.At one time
all the people who lived in this tiny village were
smugglers.This road may look narrow but the
side 'roads' are narrow alley-ways only wide
enough for donkeys.
The next day was Sunday, so we traveled down to
Cliff College in Derbyshire, a Methodist Training
College for evangelists, where Barry preached on
"I am the Good Shepherd".
This place has special significance for Barry and I
because this is where we met in 1957 and lived
there for a year, from 1964-65. In addition, it
was through the ministry of the Cliff students who
came to my home town of Bridlington to conduct
beach missions, that I became a Christian and
understood the full significance of what it means
to have my sins forgiven.
So of course we had to have our photographs taken
in the Samuel Chadwick Memorial Chapel!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.
Our next stop was Chatsworth House, said to be
the place on which Jane Austen based her description
of Pemberley in her novel "Pride and Prejudice".
It was a beautiful day and many many people were
picnicking in the extensive grounds and gardens among
waterfalls, fountains and lakes.
There was even a small orchestra playing, as you
can see from this photo.
On our way out to Cliff College and Chatsworth we
passed the twisted spire of the Chesterfield Cathedral;
twisted because it was made out of wood and warped!
Our next stop was the Lake District where we took a
boat across Lake Windemere to Bowness. Then
some of us visited Dove Cottage, where William
Wordsworth lived with his sister. This is the Wordsworth
of "Daffodils" fame. I think every school child in Britain
was exposed to this at one time or other:
"I wandered lonely as a cloud...."
Too late for daffodils, but plenty of rhododendrons
and other beautiful flowers as well as scenery.
This is taking a long time to resize and post the photos
-- not to mention choosing which ones to post.
Will have to continue tomorrow with Chester, North
Wales, the Cotswolds and Oxford.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
BACK AGAIN
Really, I've been back almost three weeks.
So now, where to begin...? Our three weeks in
England were great!
What would you think if I told you this was our country
home?...No, I don't think so!!!
We spent the first week here at an international
conference: the World Evangelical Congregational
Conference It was held at Hothorpe Hall in Leicester-
shire. It is a beautiful old mansion, standing in its own
grounds. The accommodations and food were great,
not to mention the fellowship and many new friends
we made.
I highly recommend this venue for other interested
groups.
The dining room.
The beautiful grounds.
There was even a small stream running through,
and peacocks roaming around!
The conference was a huge success, with churches
from 16 different nations represented. Here we have
the group from Brazil warming
up for the evening service.
Hothorpe Hall from the air.
>>>and that was just the first week. More tomorrow...
So now, where to begin...? Our three weeks in
England were great!
What would you think if I told you this was our country
home?...No, I don't think so!!!
We spent the first week here at an international
conference: the World Evangelical Congregational
Conference It was held at Hothorpe Hall in Leicester-
shire. It is a beautiful old mansion, standing in its own
grounds. The accommodations and food were great,
not to mention the fellowship and many new friends
we made.
I highly recommend this venue for other interested
groups.
The dining room.
The beautiful grounds.
There was even a small stream running through,
and peacocks roaming around!
The conference was a huge success, with churches
from 16 different nations represented. Here we have
the group from Brazil warming
up for the evening service.
Hothorpe Hall from the air.
>>>and that was just the first week. More tomorrow...
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
FORTNIGHT LILIES
Fortnight Lilies, so called because they bloom every
two weeks until November -- especially if you
remember to water them!
These are surrounded by Jasmine, which is highly
perfumed especially in the evenings.
They are prolific around our house, not only because
they re-seed themselves but also because a few years
ago, I gathered handsful of seed and scattered them
in all the bare spots, because I like them so much.
They are like bright white butterflies.
To see a close-up of a bloom go to my photo ATC
blog. Address in side-bar.
two weeks until November -- especially if you
remember to water them!
These are surrounded by Jasmine, which is highly
perfumed especially in the evenings.
They are prolific around our house, not only because
they re-seed themselves but also because a few years
ago, I gathered handsful of seed and scattered them
in all the bare spots, because I like them so much.
They are like bright white butterflies.
To see a close-up of a bloom go to my photo ATC
blog. Address in side-bar.
Friday, May 11, 2007
BEAUTIFUL CATALINA ISLAND
Courtesy Fox News -- Breaking NewsOur beautiful Catalina Island, Thursday May 10th. This is the little town of Avalon being threatened by wild fire. It is here that we spent several weeks on our sailboat, Flamborough, every summer, with our teen-aged sons. It didn't matter where else we had been for a 'proper' vacation, we always had to go to Catalina or summer wasn't complete. Thankfully, as of tonight the town was spared, but not before thousands of people were evacuated.
The town is only about a mile square and we loved every square inch, along with the rest of the island. It is one place you can really get away from city life. Swimming, snorkeling, fishing, walking, exploring and even wind sailing, you name it, we did it all in the 70's and 80's-- at least they did. I can't even swim! There were seals, sharks, sunfish, dolphins and flying fish to see. The sail boat may seem like an extravagant toy, but for us it was what held the family together through those turbulent teenager years. We started with just a 13 foot day-sailer and moved to a larger boat as the boys grew larger, ending up with a 28 foot Newport, (with the aid of the royalties from my two children's books written in the 70's). It was an excellent investment.
We don't have the boat now that we are retired, but our sons still have a serious love of boats. They each have one, but wake-boarding is the rage now. Thank goodness that was not around when we were into sailing. I'd rather not watch!
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