Friday 2/4/05
What is it about the whatevery-9 years that bug me so much? 19, 29... depressing birthdays. This year, the spell was broken. I woke up in a bit of a funk, dressed, dragged myself to where S was at the computer and announced "I'm old and I'm fat!" She said, "yes, but you're in England." She had a point.
She had also bought me a heap of presents!! And a gorgeous birthday cake (the kind with marzipan icing that looks too pretty to eat). And sang a beautifully truncated rendition of "Happy Birthday" to me. heh Miss Hard-As-Nails sitting there singing like my little english mum. You can't be blue with that going on.
We went to Arbor Low on Friday, which is a stone circle at the top of a hill. Its stones are all laid flat. It's been there since around 2500 BC.
The first stop though, was a small chapel on the way, where Thomas Hobbs is buried. We had the good luck to arrive just after a funeral had ended and the only people left were two elderly caretakers. (I swear, I am not making this up.) Had we been there 5 minutes later, we'd have been locked out of the church. As it was, they had us in and we got a tour of the place.
These are from Friday's trip to Arbor Low, which is on a hilltop above a farm. The wind was cold as eskimo hell. The view was spectacular though, and we had the place to ourselves for most of the time we were up there.
This is the center stone:
Here's a tiny part of the view. S thought that the hill on the horizon is "Gib Hill"... you know, where they'd hang people. Cheery, eh?
The farm it's above is a working place, with cows and all. We took this pic as a shout-out to a friend of ours... the cow is acting as stand-in for her. I'm on the right, looking like I'm smiling, but actually my face is frozen in a grimace.:
She had also bought me a heap of presents!! And a gorgeous birthday cake (the kind with marzipan icing that looks too pretty to eat). And sang a beautifully truncated rendition of "Happy Birthday" to me. heh Miss Hard-As-Nails sitting there singing like my little english mum. You can't be blue with that going on.
We went to Arbor Low on Friday, which is a stone circle at the top of a hill. Its stones are all laid flat. It's been there since around 2500 BC.
The first stop though, was a small chapel on the way, where Thomas Hobbs is buried. We had the good luck to arrive just after a funeral had ended and the only people left were two elderly caretakers. (I swear, I am not making this up.) Had we been there 5 minutes later, we'd have been locked out of the church. As it was, they had us in and we got a tour of the place.
These are from Friday's trip to Arbor Low, which is on a hilltop above a farm. The wind was cold as eskimo hell. The view was spectacular though, and we had the place to ourselves for most of the time we were up there.
This is the center stone:
Here's a tiny part of the view. S thought that the hill on the horizon is "Gib Hill"... you know, where they'd hang people. Cheery, eh?
The farm it's above is a working place, with cows and all. We took this pic as a shout-out to a friend of ours... the cow is acting as stand-in for her. I'm on the right, looking like I'm smiling, but actually my face is frozen in a grimace.:
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