This Works for Us!

Sorry about the previous post. 

We are both feeling a bit more relaxed now.  
I had a chat to some (blog) friends

and George read his paper by the stove

  


Thank you!


xxx

Tree Trunks and Christmas Trees

I don't sleep especially well, so quite often I get up and have a prowl around Unfortunately, the cats now seem to think I should be around every night and if they haven't seen me around by 3am then they come scratching at the bedroom door.  


Recently rescued, semi-feral,  they haven't completely got the hang of life in a house,  and the way that we humans prefer to sleep until at least 6.00am, preferably later.  They will in time.


I dolloped some food out for them and then went to stand by the Rayburn. Warm, sleepy, and cosy, not really properly awake, not quite asleep.


I got the fright of my life as a something 'ran' up my leg and down again, hundreds of red hot needles piercing my flesh.  I hollered and slapped at my legs, dislodging a cat, a black and white cat, Sparky.  She skittered off, huffy that I had spoiled her fun.  I showed her the door and gently helped her out.


Yes I do have sturdy legs.  Thank you for pointing that out.  


She obviously mistook them for tree trunks.


So,  not only am I going to abandon my lovely nighties in favour of pyjamas, thick, fleecy pyjamas at that (I wonder whether they do them with elasticated leg cuffs?)  I have also decided that we will not be having a Christmas tree this year.


All those lovingly collected baubles and decorations will have to languish in their boxes, until the cats are older.

Romans, Normans & Victorian Labourers

For the first time ever the Land Rover key wouldn't turn in the ignition!  George tried, I tried - no-go.  It took  the combined efforts of George and Ian to finally get us underway to visit St James Church at Rigsby.


Today was bright, sunny, very cold, and frosty so I thought it would be the perfect day to get some photographs of this little church.  It doesn't have electricity - I hoped the sunshine would help to illuminate things.


The previous church, pictured below,  dated from around 1086.  It had to be demolished eventually - in the photograph you can see how it had props supporting the walls.  Oh how I wish it had survived!

It was chalk walled, with a thatched roof.


The new church was built in 1863 at a cost of £685.  All the labourers of the Parish of Rigsby with Ailsby had to contribute a weeks wages, poor things.  I am not a fan of old churches which have been 'modernised' by the Victorians, but this one was built in 1863, so I can be more forgiving, although I still do not like the style. 

The church is only just off the road, well hidden by trees, even in winter.  To get to it you have to walk across the cattle grid, into the estate grounds, and then across the grass - which all feels like trespassing.

It is a pretty enough church, in a beautiful setting.  The churchyard is full of very old yew trees, interesting grave stones, and thanks to Stuart Reder, who lives in a cottage a few yards away it's very nicely maintained.

It is not a shape which appeals to my eyes, but that's just my personal taste.

It is built in the neo-Norman style, however, there is a real early Norman arch to the vestry. 

Above this Norman arch is an old sword and a helmet.  These were found in an old tomb within the church yard.  They were, for a long time, thought to be Roman - however, they are now thought much more likely to be 15th century.

A nice church, but it doesn't do much for me.