Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Avebury 2013

Next morning we decamped and drove the two miles over to old friend Avebury and its henge, the largest of them all, too large to see or comprehend from the ground, center of a huge megalithic complex. All c. 2500 BC give or take...
Google view of Avebury; actually there are two smaller
circles inside the big one













A few degrees of the arc














Obviously Avebury enjoyed quite a few
visitors during the solstice too



















A small offering from one of the worshippers


















And another; plastic flowers...how nice














Vicki poses for scale by one of the medium-sized rocks














A bit of the huge ditch and bank that surrounds the thing














More of the arc














Adoration of the Mystic Sheep














At our favorite store in these precincts














And now driving back north toward more homes and gardens,
another White Horse, the Cherhill White Horse, a youngster,
done in 1780
















And a neolithic bus stop, complete with small menhir















Silbury Hill And Environs

At length we found a nice lay by, a cul-de-sac really, used mostly by dog-walkers, just outside the nano-hamlet of Beckhampton, perhaps a mile from Silbury Hill and two from Avebury. Vicki felt in need of a day off, and I am always happy to do nothing and then rest. So she rested and read, I blogged, and then later I went for a long walk.
At the lay by; we are becoming experts at finding such lay bys: just follow any
car containing a dog or dogs, and you will be led to a nice dog walk area and
carpark; just be careful where you step

















View out the windshield: Marlborough Downs; note the conspicuous mounds
near the center top: megalithic sites, neolithic burials sites; this is the axis mundi
of such things















My walk took me along a low ridge and through a couple of beautiful woods















Some exposed chalk substrate, what this area is famous for, among other things;
what they make White Horses out of...















At last, near the end of the trail, I look up and see a mound; my inner Indiana Jones
comes to life















But the view from the top is not so promising; foiled again!














The highway, I discover, has a nice little footpath leading back to the village















Along the way, a nice prospect of Silbury Hill; a completely artificial hill, about
400 feet high, 5 acres in coverage; millions of man-hours would have been
required to build it; despite many excavations, nothing significant has ever been
found in it; dated reliably to 4750 BC, with numerous renovations; the largest of
pre-historic earthen works


















The footpath gave out in Beckhampton, at the Waggon and
Horses pub



















In whose carpark I found not two














But four Lotus 7s--a favorite car--not a surprise, really, since one sees them often
on the weekends in the countryside, and six had passed me on the highway
















Turns out they were part of a 31-car tour from the Netherlands















Another, much closer view of Silbury Hill













Later, the weather cleared a bit, and we were blessed with a beautiful Wiltshire scene

Stonehenge 2013

Our return to the north took us right by Stonehenge, so we had to stop. I have seen it perhaps half a dozen times, Vicki more, but still, always, get that visceral feeling. It never fails to impress.
It was a Saturday afternoon in late June, and of course we
had the place pretty much to ourselves














One of the caretakers was kind enough to snap this photo
of us at the great monument


















OK, I lied; there were a couple dozen tour buses and 100s of
cars and thousands of people there; as always; two nights
before was the solstice and 20,000 people were on the grounds
(which English Heritage opens on such special occasions);
some of the, um, pilgrims and worshippers were still there;
here, a group calling itself "The Spirits of the Oak"


















Their Green Man; hey, I am into the spirits of
the oak (fine wines, cognac, whiskies aging in oak
barrels) as much as the next guy, so in an amazing
video coming soon, as soon as I upload it to
YouTube, you'll see me falling in with them






















Our journey continued north, past this pretty White Horse,
to a lay by near Avebury and Silbury Hill where we spent the
next couple of days



St. Thomas Becket Church In Salisbury

Vicki had read that the St. Thomas church in Salisbury had an interesting Judgment fresco, indeed England's largest, and so we had to go there. It contains quite a number of other marvels as well.
St. Thomas in Salisbury; not much younger than the cathedral, I'd guess















Interior














The Judgment














Relevant detail


















An early Elizabeth I coat of arms; note the Welsh dragon














In the little Lady Hall, three Mary frescoes, here the Visitation














Now things get really interesting; I roll up the rug in the pew
to reveal: the tomb of Jane Eyre! Well, a Jane Eyre...



















Hand-me-down organ


















Thus; some very famous benefactors...


















And finally, this tomb, right  up front in the church, a man
getting his last shillings' worth...

Salisbury Cathedral

I have never liked Salisbury Cathedral. I don't know why. We returned to it in part because I wanted see whether my improved knowledge and experience of cathedrals might improve its rating. It didn't. Part of the cathedral experience is simply visceral. I simply don't get that experience at Salisbury. Perhaps it's too much light, uninteresting light. Perhaps the odd colors. Perhaps harmony and perfection are just not all that interesting. Perhaps it's being charged an $8 "donation" to get through the door. (What would Jesus think?) Perhaps it's all the hype that surrounds Salisbury.
View from the northwest on a cloudy, rainy, cold, blustery
day















Knave view


















Elevation: the usual for an English Gothic


















The Salisbury "clock"--no face, does not do minutes, causes a
noise to be made somewhere else every hour; a clock precursor,
not a clock




















One of the few things I do like about Salisbury is the very large and very detailed
model of the cathedral under construction
















Salisbury Cathedral was built in a very short time--short relative to other cathedrals--
more or less within one generation















The cathedral originally was at Old Sarum, 3 miles up the road, but the bishops and
the city fathers didn't get along and the bishop moved out; interestingly, everything
else followed, and Old Sarum is now an English Heritage Site and the title of a novel

















Most graffiti I've ever seen on a tomb 














Let's see, henchman and bodyguard to Edward IV, Richard III, and Henry VII;
must have been quite a stud; but then unhorsed (but unhurt..."only a flesh wound")
by rascally Richard III; maybe it's in the name 

















North transept


















Chancel view; the other thing (and there are only two) that I like about this cathedral
is strictly contemporary, namely the blue windows there dedicated to "prisoners of
conscience everywhere"

















View abaft from the bridge


















The Quire; quire is to choir as lorry is to truck, we think; anyhow, nothing remarkable
here















Other transept


















Vicki ponders the Grey tomb, which includes Lady Catherine
Grey, who testified against her sister, Lady Jane Grey, at her trial;
Lady Jane was Queen for nine days, you'll recall; this according
to the historical novels Vicki reads (as reported to me)