Thursday, July 11, 2019

St. John's Church, Thaxted, Essex

After Audley End, we were driving through Essex to an overnight car park in Braintree, passing through Thaxted, and noticed its beautiful St. John's church, which turned out to be a 4-star Jenkins church, dating from the earlier 1300s.
Vicki before the great steeple at Thaxted...
























Interestingly, the church was being set up for a musical concert, the stage at the
rear, with the seats facing it and not the altar

Beautiful timbered ceiling

Carvings all over


Said to be 13th century German


Angel hovering from the ceiling




Bell ringing apparatus

Lots of more or less defaced gargoyles



Funny faces...I mean, grotesques

Thaxted also has a windmill


Fuller view

Pretty town

Happy Birthday balloon ride

Audley End House And Garden


After a night in a quiet layby near Barton, and a stop at a Cambridge "superstore," we continued our tour of East Anglia, now (July 4th) on to Audley End House and Garden, near Saffon Walden, Sussex. Audley End is owned and managed by English Heritage, another cultural non-profit. The distinction between English Heritage and the National Trust is, broadly, that English Heritage does the ruins, castles and abbeys and such, and National Trust does the "live" buildings, those still intact (mostly) and furnished and that you can still visit and in which people (remaining lords and ladies with sharp lawyers) still live (parts of them; the houses). But there are exceptions, and Audley End is one of three "live" houses done by English Heritage. Did I mention that on our British campaigns we generally become members of the National Trust, English Heritage, and the Camping and Caravanning Club? Given our interests, and the entrance fees, these memberships pay for themselves rather quickly. The organizations do not envisage Americans spending weeks or months in the UK visiting houses and gardens and ruins and such. Anyhow, after WWII, Audley came to the government (it had already been used as an army base) and eventually to English Heritage, and thus to all of us. It was a superb visit, with a garden tour, the butler's pantry private tour, and the house tour. Two caveats: 1) no fotos in the house, and 2) if you're in a motor-home, you'll have to get to the car park via its exit; the main entrance has 9'6" height limit.
Full frontal, but only a fraction of its former glory; Jacobean age, although the
contents vary over the centuries
Front lawn, looking toward a distant folly; note cricket pitches, left

Great cedar, beautiful trees all around
Former glory, 17th
Enormous cloud-sculptured hedge
Tulip tree tulip
Water feature near the walled garden (which we left prematurely for the (private)
tour of the butler's pantry)
Back side, formidable ha-ha
Garden view of the house
Looking toward the major folly, a Greek temple
Thus
Helpful model














A few pix off the web...the entry hall is knock-out
Main hall
Just a bit of the library
Ladies' withdrawing room, Pompei-style, painted on the walls
Bedroom
Long hall, filled with dead things, mostly fowl

Monday, July 8, 2019

Duxford, Imperial War Museum, RAF/8th Air Force Base...

I visited Duxford in 2009, and it was a most memorable experience; especially the Sally B, the still flying B-17, part of the legendary 8th Air Force based here and elsewhere in southern England in 1943-45. Walking around Wimpole, I saw a number of Duxford planes flying about and thought I might want to visit again. We drove over to the airfield, and I walked around a bit, but it did not spark the same joy. Best to leave some wonderful memories as they are...






Still there; it was such a privilege to see her in flight ten years ago

A Corsair...so many planes here being renovated or reborn...so many labors of love
by old men like me, honoring their fathers...



Wimpole: St. Andrews Parish Church

It's only a few meters away, but proudly proclaims it is not National Trust property...





Mummy

Medieval bit of the church

Wimpole: Garden

Assorted views inside the great walled garden...













Across the great ha-ha divide