Posts Tagged ‘somerset’

Oh Brother where art thou?

Friday, October 6th, 2006

The third and final batch of photos from our camping weekend (a dim and distant memory now, I fear) comes from Cleeve Abbey, which was strictly second division in the pre-dissolution abbeys and monasteries league, but which now boasts some remarkably complete ruins and is therefore well worth a visit.

View across the cloisters
Time warp
Looking across the cloisters to the largely-intact buildings on the other side, it's very easy to believe you're in a working building that just needs some repairs - not a relic from the Dissolution of the Monasteries.

Rear view of abbey buildings
Up to Bedfordshire
From the rear of the abbey complex, the two storey building with the dormitory upstairs and the ruined stub of the Chapter House sticking out. In the foreground are the footings of the reredorter (bathroom, to you and me).

Heraldic tiles form a historic floor
Floor story
The late thirteenth century heraldic tiled refectory floor, discoved by excavation and now presenting a headache over how best to preserve it.

Upstairs in the dormitory
Monk beds
Upstairs in the dormitory - very atmospheric, and easy to visualise what life must have been like.

Up a chimney
Watching for Santa
Up a chimney, taken with my head stuck in the fireplace. Couldn't resist it, sorry.

Mediaeval graffito of a monk
Unholy mess
Graffito of a tonsured monk, from a corridor - it certainly looks contemporary with the famous mediaeval wall painting in a nearby room. And the art is to a higher standard.

Sunset across Bridgewater Bay
Obligatory sunset shot
Westwards from Blue Anchor. Who can resist a sunset? Especially with a thumping great cloud like that one, so artfully posed.

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Loitering within tents

Monday, September 25th, 2006

Ever gluttons for punishment, we spent the weekend in a small tent on a hillside in Somerset. Friday night served up gale force winds, Saturday gave us thunderstorms, but the tent - a relic from my days in the Scouts and 25 years old if it's a day - was equal to all. A very good weekend, and a much-needed break from stuff going on at home. More to follow, but in the meantime here's some photos:

Home, sweet home
Home, sweet home

Room with a view
Room with a view

Time for tea
Time for tea

Having lots of lovely weather
Having lots of lovely weather