I may have been here for a while, but it's still a bit of a mind-bending experience to visit a house and be told, "Oh, it's not that old. It's only Elizabethan." ;-)
Here's to you and another fascinating adventure! Thanks for sharing it. Now I want cheese...
We were given about a kilo of it to take home. There's one big chunk of regular Cheshire and another of smoked. Come over and help us eat it!
2005-06-28 04:36 (UTC)
The cheese looks a little lonely in its aging portliness; its crust isn't growing any thinner, you know. And the windmill looks a little sad. Oh, sure it's doing its best to keep a stiff upper lip, pretending its sails are just off at the cleaners- it's not like anyone would notice a little quiver 'neath its snout anyway. Anyhow, I think someone
should introduce them.
The last picture is quite beautiful, as is the landscape shot with imryl
managing to look intensely focused and almost-hennish all at once. There's something timeless about that picture.
Aw, the poor cheeses. Those are the younguns! They haven't even formed their crusts of mold yet. The oldest were already measuring their lifetimes in months. I don't know if the windmill would welcome their company. It might be inclined to chase off the whippersnappers, waving a shotgun and shouting.imyril
has a classically beautiful profile. Perhaps you can't see it too well at the resolution above, but in addition to her posture, it contributes to the sense of timelessness.
Thank you. Did you have a favorite?
It's hard to choose. I like the cheeses and the scales.
Are you keeping the new layout?
I think so, yes. I was getting a little tired of the green.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Picture entries make me happy. Black and white pictures make me happy. Cheese makes me happy. Picture entries involving cheese? My gods, woman, may I make a shrine to your camera? ;)
I especially like the aging cheese wheels, the scale and the windmill. Somehow my minor obsession with lighthouses seems to be transferred easily to windmills. Whoda thunk it?
I would have happily moved in with the cheese, except the cheese storage room was very cold, the concrete floor was dripping wet and the door could only be locked from the outside. Oh, and no windows. But other than that, I can see cheese being a fabulous roommate.
I can't wait until August. Then, dSLR. Wahey!
The pic facing in towards the city center reminds me a bit of Diagon Alley...
Heh. I went to a conference in Bristol last year and stayed in one of the student halls. Our meals were served in the cafeteria, which had long wooden benches and the raised platform at one end with the table for the faculty. I walked in and I thought (but thankfully, did not say), "Whoa. Hogwarts!"
Fantastic photographs! I think my favourites are the twilight photograph and the one of the creepy little guy with the bagpipes.
Sounds like excellent cheese. I haven't had Cheshire but I bet I would like it; I have yet to try a cheese that I don't. My favourite kind right now (it changes often) is Double Gloucester with Stilton. Yum.
Out of curiosity, what does a hearty English breakfast consist of?
A full English breakfast consists of baked beans, bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, sliced tomatoes and mushrooms, all fried in an unholy amount of butter or lard. We had everything but the mushrooms.
I loooove that last picture. I love sun-sets and sun-rises. That teetering in-between. And dusk.
Oooh, I milked a cow once. It was pretty cool, and actually more difficult than I imagined.
Wow! We didn't get to milk the cows. Cow-milking is a very modern operatino these days. All of them are microchipped so the magic machine in the milking parlour knows what feed to give them while their udders are being emptied. All a human has to do is pop the teats into the milking apparatus and then pop them out again and shoo them along when their turn is over. The whole thing can be done by one person.
500 years later a 5' 6" doorframe just doesn't stand as tall as it used to.
Does the creepy bagpipe doll have a name? Perhaps a history of violence against those who do not like cheese?
The photos are beautiful. The contrast between the city center and the road outward gives a neat sense of isolation.