~Over The Hill & Still Travelling~

Scrabble re-visited

Posted by: Cindy on: October 16, 2009

Someone out there either has too much spare time or is deadly at Scrabble.
(Wait till you see the last one)!

PRINCESS DIANA
When you rearrange the letters:
END IS A CAR SPIN

MONICA LEWINSKY
When you rearrange the letters:
NICE SILKY WOMAN

DORMITORY:
When you rearrange the letters:
DIRTY ROOM

ASTRONOMER:
When you rearrange the letters:
MOON STARER

THE EYES :
When you rearrange the letters:
THEY SEE

GEORGE BUSH :
When you rearrange the letters:
HE BUGS GORE

SLOT MACHINES:
When you rearrange the letters:
CASH LOST IN ME

ANIMOSITY:
When you rearrange the letters:
IS NO AMITY

ELECTION RESULTS:
When you rearrange the letters:
LIES – LET’S RECOUNT

SNOOZE ALARMS:
When you rearrange the letters:
ALAS! NO MORE Z ‘S

A DECIMAL POINT:
When you rearrange the letters:
I’M A DOT IN PLACE

THE EARTHQUAKES:
When you rearrange the letters:
THAT QUEER SHAKE

ELEVEN PLUS TWO:
When you rearrange the letters:
TWELVE PLUS ONE

GAUTENG- when you re-arrange the letters you get:
GET A GUN

AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:

CASTER SEMENYA
-YES A SECRET MAN

Globalization!

Posted by: Cindy on: October 14, 2009

Question:
What is the truest definition of Globalization?

Answer:
Princess Diana’s death.

Question:
How come?
Answer :

An English princess with an Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a French tunnel, driving a German car with a Dutch engine, driven by a Belgian who was drunk on Scottish whisky, (check the bottle before you change the spelling), followed closely by
Italian Paparazzi, on Japanese motorcycles; treated by an American doctor,
using Brazilian medicines.
This is sent to you by a South African using American Bill Gates’s technology, and
you’re probably reading this on your computer, that uses Taiwanese chips, and a
Korean monitor, assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant, transported
by Indian truck drivers, hijacked by Indonesians, unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen, and trucked to you by Mexican illegals….

That, my friends,
is Globalization

Thought for the day

Posted by: Cindy on: October 14, 2009

There is a lot to learn from this lesson………..

There is a legend of a woman who had a faithful dog. This dog was so faithful that the woman could leave her baby with it and go out to attend other matters. She always returned to find the child soundly asleep with the dog faithfully watching over him.

One day something tragic happened.

The woman as usual, left the baby in the “hands” of this faithful dog and went out shopping. When she returned, she discovered rather a nasty scene. There was a total mess. The baby ‘ s cot was dismantled and his nappies and clothes torn to shreds with bloodstains all over the bedroom where she had left the child and the dog. Shocked, the woman wailed as she began looking for the baby.
Presently, she saw the faithful dog emerging from the under the bed. It was covered with blood and licking its mouth as if it had just finished a delicious meal.

The woman went berserk and assumed that the dog had devoured her baby. Without much thought she clubbed the dog to death.
But as she continued searching for the “remains” of her child, she beheld another scene. Close to the bed was the baby who, although lying on bare floor, was safe. And under the bed the carcass of a jackal torn to pieces, in what must have been a fierce battle between it and the dog, which was now dead.
Then the reality hit the woman who now began to understand what took place in her absence. The dog fought to protect the baby from the ravenous jackal.
It was too late for her now to make amends because in her impatience and anger, she had killed the faithful dog.

How often have we misjudged people and torn them to shreds with harsh words and even with physical assault before we have had time to evaluate the situation? A little patience can drastically reduce major life long errors.

Treasure those in your life, friends and family, for we never know what lies ahead and what “misjudgments” could cost you your happiness or the happiness of your loved ones!!

wise words from Bill Gates

Posted by: Cindy on: October 12, 2009

Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this! Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.

Rule 1: Life is not fair – get used to it!

Rule 2: The world won ‘ t care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

Rule 3: You will NOT make R60, 000 a month right out of high school. You won ‘ t be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.

Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.

Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.

Rule 6: If you mess up, it ‘ s not your parents ‘ fault, so don ‘ t whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren ‘ t as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent ‘ s generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.

Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they ‘ ll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn ‘ t bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don ‘ t get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.

Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you ‘ ll end up working for one.

Rule 12: If you can read this – Thank a teacher!

National Poetry Day 08.10.09

Posted by: Cindy on: October 8, 2009

“A poem for Panashe
by Cindy A Eve 07.02.09

Small round face, tearful eyes
Shoulders hunched, my Mommy died.

She was sick, I’m not sure why
Now all that’s left is a mound of sand

Can’t remember when I last ate, my tummy’s sore,
it makes me scared, Will I also die?

A scrap of blanket held tight in my fist,
It smells of Mum, wish I could remember her face.

Walk away, Auntie holds my hand,
I never had time to say goodbye.

Who will love and hug me now?
I’m not sure why my Mommy had to die.”

Panashe is a little boy of 4years old living in Zimbabwe whose Mother died of cholera. I saw an article about the cholera epidemic in Zimbabwe with a photo of him leading the story. The expression on his face broke my heart. There are millions of these wee kiddies out there with nowhere to go. They are left to fend for themselves and suffer terrible abuse. It is our intention to change that wherever we can.

George Carlin’s views on ageing!

Posted by: Cindy on: October 8, 2009

George Carlin ‘ s Views on Ageing

Do you realise that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we ‘ re kids? If you ‘ re less than 10 years old, you ‘ re so excited about ageing that you think in fractions.

‘ How old are you? ‘ ‘ I ‘ m four and a half! ‘ You ‘ re never thirty-six and a half. You ‘ re four and a half, going on five! That ‘ s the key
You get into your teens, now they can ‘ t hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.

‘ How old are you? ‘ ‘ I ‘ m gonna be 16! ‘ You could be 13, but hey, you ‘ re gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life …. . You become21. Even the words sound like a ceremony…. YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There ‘ s no fun now, you ‘ re Just a sour-dumpling. What ‘ s wrong? What ‘ s changed?

You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you ‘ re PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it ‘ s all slipping away.. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and your dreams are gone.

But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn ‘ t think you would!

So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.

You ‘ ve built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it ‘ s a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!

You get into your 80 ‘ s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30 ; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn ‘ t end there Into the 90s, you start going backwards; ‘ I Was JUST 92. ‘

Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. ‘ I ‘ m 100 and a half! ‘
May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

HOW TO STAY YOUNG

1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay ‘ them ‘
2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. ‘ An idle mind is the devil ‘ s workshop. ‘ And the devil ‘ s name is Alzheimers.
4. Enjoy the simple things.
5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.
6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.
7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it ‘ s family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.
8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.
9. Don ‘ t take guilt trips.Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.
10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

a letter from a friend

Posted by: Cindy on: October 7, 2009

I received this letter in my mail box today from a friend of mine, and just had to share it (I have permission from the author :) ). While reading the letter I was moved to tears by certain parts of it and once again realised just how priviledged we are. Having been born in South Africa myself I am well aware of the situation the Xhosa lady described (not that we in our family experienced it), and growing up I was aware of how bad things were. What I also loved about this letter is how excited and uplifting her (my friend’s) tone is, the stories of ‘Golden’ and ‘Vickie’ in South Africa are inspirational and moved me to tears as did the story of the Xhosa lady on the train.

excerpt from the letter:
“Had a FANTASTIC weekend. Stayed over in London as I had a course to attend on Friday and Saturday – “Entrepreneur’s Bootcamp”. I’ve been on SO many courses since I have been here (the UK), and they can be very exciting, but this one took the biscuit – it was truly AWESOME. It was held at the Millenium Dome or as it is now called the O2 arena where Michael Jackson was supposed to have his concerts but all the big stars fall over each other in a quest to have a concert there – it is massive and was nearly full for the course – over 7 000 people I believe. The guy who organized it, Andrew Reynolds has made £50 mill in 12 years doing internet marketing and I am currently doing his monthly course. He is a great philanthropist now and organized this entire even in aid of a UK charity called “Make a Wish Foundation” that grants children with life threatening illnesses the dream of their lives – these dreams can sometimes be quite bizarre but they pull it off. He raised £75.000 for them and also gave away his 2008 Bently Continental SL as a prize in a draw using our tickets. I was SO hoping I would win it but so were the rest of the audience. It was held very professionally with a local comedian as host and the audience were completely taken up with the anxiety and excitement. There were talks given by a whole host of international renowned Internet Marketing Millionaires teaching us different ways of making money on the internet and offering their courses to people who were interested in what they presented. We learned a heap of things. It started at 9am and finished after 9 pm – two very long but exciting days which went so quickly we hardly noticed the time going by. One of the UK internet gurus (some were from the States or Australia) has been playing in a band for years as a hobby appearing in local pubs but then they decided they would be a Cold Play Tribute band and are now playing a large venues and are quite sought after. He said that it is every musician’s dream to play or sing at the O2 and the irony was that he was there doing a presentation so asked whether he could sing us a song to which we all shouted that he could. The next thing the stage lifted behind him to present his entire band and they played one of the Cold Play songs and did it to perfection. The entire audience were clapping and waving arms in the air just like a major concert and they received a standing ovation at the end – they were utterly stunning. Both the singer and his drummer are now multi millionaires from internet marketing and he only started it because he took a redundancy package 5 years ago then taught his friend how to do it.

The most touching part for me was that Andrew Reynolds has recently been visiting South Africa. He took a tour to Khayelitsha where he met a well known black guy called “Golden” who makes the most beautiful flowers out of drinks cans and Vickie the famous woman who runs Vickie’s Bed and Breakfast (in a tin shack!!). They are both on the tourist map and are visited regularly by tourist buses; we met them when I took the choir out there a couple of years ago. Golden was such an inspiration to me when I heard his story but I didn’t buy any flowers because I simply could not think where I would put them on my return home (we have very little space to display things). As I say, Andrew visited them and was so impressed he asked Golden whether he could make 2,500 flowers for some ladies in the UK. They filmed him asking Golden and this guy was completely taken aback but promised to achieve the goal which he did. They were shipped over to the UK and Andrew had them given out to every lady in the audience and now I have my red daisy made from a Coca Cola tin – they are stunning – and it is going next to my computer as my inspiration.

Then whilst talking to Vickie he discovered that she had got the neighbours in the street to one by one demolish their shacks and build a house with concrete blocks, digging the foundations themselves and funding it themselves. She was moved to do this because she believes if the children continue to grow up in shacks they will always believe that black people belong in shacks and she wants to change this. Those who were building their houses had nowhere to stay or were possibly shacking up with friends in already over-crowded accommodation. Then the government funding that was promised did not materialize and there was no money left to put on the roofs. Winter was approaching and therewith the rain and she was very worried. Andrew offered to pay for all the houses to have roofs put on and Vickie nearly collapsed she was so overwhelmed! Then he met a woman who was running a food kitchen for the many poverty-stricken and orphaned kids that run around the township with no food. She was telling Andrew that there is sometimes no food for them and she just has to tell them that there is none. Andrew offered to give her R10,000 per month so she never has to go without the food she needs for the kids – once again she was completely overwhelmed! He showed us everything as he had someone filming him – I suspect he went with the intention of helping them so had it all set up to show us at the conference what we could do if we earned a lot of money. It was very inspiring and moving.

On the way back in the train an African woman was sitting next to me and talking to her son and I was certain they were talking Xhosa so asked her and I was right! The have lived in Yorkshire since 2000 ( one year longer than me) and had travelled all the way down to come to the conference (her son is about 20). She grew up in a village in the Transkei that I had not heard of. We got talking about the whole South African thing and she started telling me what it was like to grow up in the Transkei. She said that she never thought of herself as poor when a child as she didn’t know any better and seemed to be better off than other kids. Her mother would use one piece of polony between 4 kids when making their sandwiches for school and she would share half hers with a child that never had food. They were only allowed Peanut Butter once a week as it was considered an expensive luxury. One of her teachers used to sip Milo when she was teaching them and used to tell them that they had to work hard at school so when they grew up they could afford to buy Milo. She said that her only motivation all the time she was at school was to one day be able to buy her own Milo!! She says that people in the UK think you are poverty stricken if you don’t have a TV and the government does everything for them – they have no idea what poverty is really about and she is so right. I wished we could have spoken longer but our journey came to an end so I never got to ask her what brought her to the UK.” end of excerpt.

I really wanted to share this with everyone who reads my blog, because we are all so priviledged and yet we do not always appreciate what we have. I ate Peanut Butter whenever I wanted as a child and Milo (hot chocolate) was a regular in our kitchen.
I have been living in the UK for the last 8 years and I am still appalled at the benefits system that encourages perfectly able-bodied people who should be out in the community and working to stand in a queue and EXPECT the government to give them money. They have had all the priviledges of a free education and the benefits of a First World country. Yes there are people who are unable to work due to disabilities etc, and yet the number of stories we read in the papers of those who ‘milk the system’, is just shameful.

I really admire what this guy Andrew has done and applaud the people mentioned in this letter for what they have done. And once again, this is the reason why I love Personal Development so much, no matter what form it may come in.

26.08.09 Sherbourne

Posted by: Cindy on: September 29, 2009

Sherbourne
Today (26.08.09) was my day off and I had the great fortune to go to Sherbourne. Although it was raining I had a lovely time walking round this delightful market town in Dorset.
Sherbourne is an historic and interesting town, and its name is derived from the ‘clear stream’, which attracted not only the earliest Saxon settlers but also the owners of the Romano-British sites along the stream. Sherbourne’s streets contain many old houses including ‘The Julian’ and the half-timbered ‘Abbeylands’.

Sherbourne is situated in the north-west of Dorset with a population of just over 9,000. It lies on the northern slopes of the beautiful Yeo Valley (where we get our yoghurt from), surrounded by wooded hillsides and green pastures. Dominated by its golden-coloured abbey, the town has a number of buildings of architectural note.

Within the town the narrow streets are lined with old grey stone buildings interspersed with early timber-framed, gable-ended houses and local Harn stone structures.
Sherbourne’s name comes from the Saxon ‘Scir burn’ meaning a clear brook or stream. Settled from Roman times, Sherbourne was the gateway to rich lands lying to the west of the dense forest of Penselwood with water meadows, gentle slopes over biscuit-coloured stone and chalk down-lands. The Romans valued the pastures.
The Saxons sought safety here from the invading Danes, and already in 705 a Saxon cathedral was founded by Aldheim, who was appointed the first bishop of the see of Western Wessex. Alfred the Great may well have been schooled in the Cathedral here where his brothers Ethelbert and Ethelbald are buried. (I did the Alfred The Great tour in Winchester in 2003).

In 998 the Cathedral became a Benedictine Abbey and it is the teaching ethic of the monks that became a feature of the town from that time on. 500 years later, after the Dissolution of the Monasteries, the monastic buildings became Edward VI’s Sherbourne School.

Walking past the Lavatorium that on this particular day provided shelter from the rain, I turned right and walked through under a marvellous ancient archway, heavily decorated, and there before my eyes was the Abbey. (The Lavatorium, originally a washing place for the monks, was moved out of the Monastic cloisters in the mid-16th century and renamed the Conduit. It is now a Sherbourne icon situated in The Parade).

Sherbourne Abbey.
The is the finest building in Dorset with it’s glorious fan vaulting.
St Aldheim, new bishop of the West Saxons, chose the ‘place of the clear stream’ as the site of his cathedral.
Two Saxon kings are buried here; for over 800 years the chanting of Benedictine monks filled the air. Thomas Wyatt, Tudor courtier and poet has his grave here; Sir Walter Raleigh worshipped here. The See (or Diocese) of Sherbourne was created in AD705.
Sherbourne Abbey a splendid building, ornately decorated on the outside and fabulous on the inside, is approached via The Parade from the main road Cheap Street, that runs steeply downhill through the town. The Abbey reveals its splendour slowly as you approach and presides majestically over a beautiful square and ancient buildings. I took shelter from the rain and spent a happy half hour wandering around looking at the wonderful stained glass windows, the glorious fan vaulting of the ceiling, which soars heavenward, leaving you feeling quite small. There are some fabulous statues, heraldry, animals and symbols that fill the abbey to the brim. The Abbey is renowned for its bells – the heaviest peal of eight bells in the world. The organ is quite fabulous and towers towards the ceiling

In the early 1400s the monks of Sherbourne Abbey wrote and illuminated the Sherbourne Missal, the largest and most lavishly decorated English medieval service book to survive from the Middle Ages.
Sir John Horsey was the man who bought the Abbey estates from the Crown at the time of the Reformation. The massive release of monastic lands led to many a rich merchant acquiring a great country estate at a knock-down price and contributed to the rise of a gentry class in England. There is an effigy of Sir John and his son.
For more info see www.sherbourneabbey.com
Besides the Abbey there are 7 other places of worship.

Directly next to the Abbey and on the right is St Johns Almshouse: the Almshouse has provided shelter and care for the people of Sherbourne for over 500 years. It is dedicated to St. John the Baptist and St John the Evangelist and was built between 1440 and 1445. The building is just fabulous, lovely arches, old cobbled paving, lattice windows, stone-carved features on the walls, and currently: massive hanging baskets overflowing with glorious flowers. There is an old-fashioned bell-pull at the ornately carved front door, which when tugged on can be heard pealing on the other side of the door. Fantastic. I only pulled it once! J

The Sherbourne museum, centrally located between the Market Place and the Abbey, is just beyond the old stone archway I mentioned earlier and bears further investigation at a later stage. I am going to go back in a few days time and have a proper walk about, could not do much this time around coz of the rain. As with the Abbey the building is constructed of lovely yellow stone blocks (Ham Stone). www.sherbournemuseum.co.uk

Although Sherbourne was not an important German target during World War 2, the town did suffer an air raid on 30th September.

The town centre is a wonderful mix of architecture. I am going to have to brush up on my knowledge so I know which is which. I do know there are some Tudor and Elizabethan; lovely sloping roofs, interesting chimneys and narrow streets lined with old grey stone buildings interspersed with early timber-framed, gable-ended houses. The main road is lined with an interesting mix of antique shops, art galleries, speciality shops and boutiques amongst others. The Post Office is built with the same yellow coloured stone as the abbey and looks lovely. Sherbourne is a Royal Horticultural Society gold class winner and the floral displays make a pleasing vista of stunning blooms and colours; wonderful to look at. I strolled around the award winning Paddock Garden a tranquil oasis of colours and smells. I managed to get some really great photos, they only problem is that they look like I took them from under the sea! The rain got in everywhere and within half and hour I was soaked thru. I did have a brolly, but trying to carry a brolly in windy rain and take photos is impossible. I gave up and just got wet. J The camera survived none the worse for wear, as did I!

Looking at the map now I can see that I only covered a very tiny art of the town. Definitely have to go back and explore further. From the town I drove to see Sherbourne Castle.

26.08.09 Sherbourne Castle

Posted by: Cindy on: September 29, 2009

Sherbourne Castle was an unexpected treat. The Castle is at the heart of a 12,000-acre traditional family run estate, which comprises predominantly agricultural land (dairy and arable, farmed by tenanted farms and in-hand by the estate).

It was still raining, that soft sweeping rain that drenches everything in its path and makes for uncomfortable exploring.
I decided to head off into the castle first for the tour. A bit pricey at £9, I approached with anticipation, camera at the ready, only to be told that I was not allowed to use my camera inside the castle. What!!!! I was really annoyed at this and was so peeved that it kinda spoilt the tour for me. However that aside, the parts of the castle open to the public are fantastic and I did enjoy seeing all the wonderful old furniture and fittings.
First up was the library; just brilliant, the walls lined with books bought and read by the wingfield Digby family over the aeons.
The history of the house was intriguing and I was delighted to discover that it was built onto and owned by Sir Walter Raleigh! Awesome. There is a section of the very first house still remaining and on display behind glass panelling from when Raleigh first renovated.

A bit of history: sir Walter Raleigh erected his new house in 1594, which he called ‘Sherbourne Lodge’ to distinguish it from the Old Castle (which is visible across the lake and a good 10 minute walk away). This house is a rectangular four-storey house with hexagonal corner turrets and forms the core of the present castle. Raleigh used his influence as a favourite of Queen Elizabeth 1st to acquire the estate, which he did in 1592. shortly thereafter he was thrown into the Tower of London for displeasing the Queen. When he was released from the Tower he was banished to the estate and thence proceeded to rebuild. His half brother laid out gardens in the valley between the ‘new’ castle and the Old, which included pools. Canals, waterfalls and planted with rare plants brought back from foreign expeditions. Raleigh’s stone seat still survives, overlooking the garden in one direction and the then busy road (now a lane) on the other side.
He lived there until in 1603 King James 1st arrested him on charges of treason and he was sent to the Tower again till his execution in 1618. The Digby family who were supporters of the new King acquired the estate. (The upper English classes with their holier than thou attitudes are often descended from less than perfect ancestors).
There is a whole load of history about the Digby family which I wo’nt go into now, except to say that after 400 odd years they still own the estate.

The tour of the Castle takes you through the Library (one of 4 wings added to Sir Walter Raleigh’s house in the 1630s), remodelled in Strawberry Hill Gothic style and boasts an ornately decorated ceiling, beautifully panelled bookcases and the books date from the 1500s through to the 19th century. The furniture is Georgian or Regency and includes a George 2 mahogany tripod pole screen with floral needlework (these were used to protect the ladies’ wax-based make-up from the heat of the fire.)

Next up is The Solarium. In Sir Walter Raleigh’s time this room was the Great Parlour where he received visitors. The plaster ceiling still has the Tudor rose, amid acorns and oak leaves. The room was remodelled in 1859 when it was panelled in Austrian oak and a marble fireplace installed. This fireplace is one of the most magnificent I have seen and is so ornate it defies description. Suffice to say, it is magnificent. From there you enter the Red Drawing Room, built in the 1630s and boasts a two-tiered classical columns fireplace bearing the Digby coat of arms over the mantelpiece. The ornate plaster ceiling is also original and contains the Digby fleur-de-lys and the ostrich as well as fish, dolphins and many kinds of flowers. The room contains some fabulous original furnishings hundreds of years old and is quite splendid.

From there you step into the Porcelain Room, originally Gwendolen Wingfield Digby’s room in the 1930s, it is now a display case for porcelain collected over the centuries by the W-D family, some of which are Japanese and Chinese pieces, Meissen, Chelsea, Bow and Worcester pieces.
From there you enter the Green Drawing room. This was Sir Walter Raleigh’s great chamber and the principal room of the house. The plaster ceiling bears his coat of arms, a shield with 5 lozenges. Again there is a magnificent fireplace that features the 1st Earl of Bristol’s motto and the Digby device of silver fleur-de-lys on a blue ground. The room has a triple aspect with views over the lake to the ruins of the Old Castle, over the East Lawn to the Deer Park and Jerusalem Hill, and southwards across the courtyard to Gainsborough Hill. The magnificent curtains are Victorian (c.1859) and are a rare survival, as are the hand-blocked wallpaper and papier-mache borders. This room contains some fabulous old pieces of furniture all in beautiful condition. The room is quite magnificent.

From there you step into the Blue Drawing room, re-decorated in Victorian times with panels of pale blue paper set in gold and white borders giving the room an oriental feel. The white marble fireplace is Georgian. This room too, contains some fabulous pieces of Georgian and Regency furniture as well as cabinets in Chinese and Japanese lacquer.
The Boudoir in the hexagonal turret has a plaster ceiling that dates from the 1630s, the Louis XIV Boulle armoire is ebony inlaid with brass and scarlet tortoiseshell and other pieces of George III furniture.

Lady Bristol’s bedroom, once the great bedroom of Sir Walter Raleigh’s house boasts a plaster ceiling, in which his device of the Buck (deer) appears. This also appears on documents relating to his ownership of Sherbourne Castle. The four-poster bed with its silk damask upholstery is attributed to Ince and Mayhew and dates from the reign of George III. The bed is quite magnificent and as you can imagine the silk damask has deteriorated quite badly. The room is beautifully preserved and the two bedside cabinets and secretaire are Georgian, as is the yew-wood dressing table. The sofa and the easy chairs are Victorian. The ceiling is white and the walls a pale yellow, the carpet (very new) is a pale cream making this a lovely bright and airy room in comparison to the formal lounges.

The staircase in Sir Walter Raleigh’s house probably led up to the roof level, and the present stairs were put in by the Digby family in 1775.
The main entrance to Sir Walter Raleigh’s house was from the southwest turret in the corner of the entrance hall. This room is vastly different to the other rooms and is more austere and sparsely furnished. The floor is of yellow-grey flagstone, the fireplace retains some of its original Tudor stonework. Heavy wooden furniture; chairs, oak coffer and refrectory table are 17th century.
Besides the other rooms I visited the Oak Room is quite splendid, very dark and filled with heavy wooden furniture and a 20seat refrectory table, in two parts is nearly 24feet long and made of elm. The room occupies one of the wings added by Sir John Digby in the 1630s. There are two interior oak porches also from 1630 and were put in to prevent draughts. The prehistoric antlers over the mantelpiece were discovered in a bog in Ireland and the fireplace is an early iron ‘jack’. The Oak Room was used as the servants’ hall in the Victorian period, and in the First World War it was part of Sherbourne Castle Hospital for wounded soldiers. The ceiling is criss-crossed with lovely oaken beams, the floor with wooden slats.

Going down a series of stairs and along stone passageways you enter Raleigh’s kitchen and cellars.
The kitchen with its great stone fireplace house was in use until the end of the 18th century. In the turret is the Bakehouse, the ovens heated by fires underneath and the reddened stones show signs of the intense heat in the ovens. In a room off this; the basement area used in the 18th century as a brew house, the stone doorways widened to enable barrels to be rolled past.
One of the downstairs rooms is chock-a-block with bric-a-brac; display cases filled with finds excavated from Sherbourne Old Castle. Most of the pieces date from the late Norman period, about 1130, and include some amazing carved beak-heads, which came from the ornate ceiling of the castle chapel. The cellar is now used to house an exhibition of curios collected in the 1930s, including family mementoes, relics from the Civil War, coins and pots found on the estate. On the walls is a display of documents from the castle archives and in the turret beyond is an exhibition of fossils found in the quarry. Local stone gives Sherbourne its delightful character, and the exhibition explains how the stone was formed and why it is so full of fossils. Some amazing fossils are on display, and their significance in relation to Dorset’s Jurassic Coast is described.

I was itching to go exploring through the whole house and up and down the stairs. I felt really peeved that I could not take photos!

Next was a visit to the tea-room for an typical English tea: scones, jam and Cornish clotted cream with a pot of tea. Stepping through the door I was delighted to see a section marked off with rope; the old dairy, built in 1753 to provide cheese and butter for the house. The floor was a treat to behold: an old roman mosaic dating from the 4th century, depicting Apollo playing the lyre and Marsyas the double flute. All the original urns and jugs, bowls and plates from the 18th century are on display. It feels lovely and cool and spacious.

After tea I braved the rain and set off to take photos of the outside of the castle and the nearby surrounds. The numerous trees, some really ancient, are enormous and prolific. The lake is seen from just about all angles and spreads like a sheet of glass as far as the eye can see, home to a multitude of wildfowl. Whilst exploring the outside of the castle I found an old ice-house and 2 game larders where game was left to hang before being taken into the house.

I could see the Old Castle from various points of the garden so hopped into the car to go and explore. As I was leaving via the gate, I stopped to take photos of the elaborate decorations and spoke briefly to the guy manning the ticket office, and found to my dismay that I would have to fork out more money to see the castle. He suggested that the castle could be viewed from inside the grounds and gardens of Sherbourne so I hopped back into the car and returned from whence I had come, stopping only to photograph the impressive Stables, between the entrance lodge and the lake, and a fabulous cannon (Turkish Field gun) that guards the entrance.

Grabbing my brolly I set off down a winding path, lined with herbaceous borders and a multitude of shrubs and flowers beneath towering trees. Sir Walter Raleigh laid out elaborate gardens between the Old Castle and the new. Of these little remains, except his stone seat built into the outer walls. Legend has it that the giant cedars (Cedrus libanii) were planted from seed brought back from the New World by Sir Raleigh. A ring-count of one tree felled after storm damage gave an age of 250years.

In 1753 ‘Capability’ Brown was called in to create the 50-acre Lake, as well as an ornamental waterfall feature where the river narrows naturally. The ruins of the Old Castle became a backdrop to the lake and were ‘improved’ by the Digby family by the addition of a mock-ruined tower (folly) and a crenellated wall, built in 1755-6 and deliberately planted with ivy to create a romantic view.

The gardens are a treat, winding paths and trails lead through lush shrubbery, lots of lovely tress, statues, streams providing views of lake and parklands, and a cascading waterfall flowing downhill towards a double arched bridge. I discovered Raleigh’s seat quite by accident when I spied a plaque on the wall. On closer inspection I read the tale! Wow! Awesome to think that I sat in the same place a Raleigh did over 400 years ago, gave me goosebumps (and a wet bum – the seat was wet from the rain). I wandered further along down a gravel pathway and under a grapevine arbour overlooking the river. Further on I noticed a small crenellated shelter that turned out to be ‘Pope’s Seat’, and again on closer inspection the plaque mentioned that The Alcove was put up in 1780 and named after the poet Alexander Pope who visited Sherbourne in 1724.

During the last war parts of the park were ploughed up for food production and are still farmed today.

I walked really far and finally reached the limits of the public walkways, turned left and walked up to the ramparts of the wall from where I could see the Old Castle ruins. It was not accessible from the property and I had to be satisfied with glimpses of these from where I was standing. I found a seat with a fabulous view; the Claire-Voie offers a vista of breathtaking scenery for as far as the eye can see. I sat there in the rain and just listened to the quiet, the water rustling through the trees and the birds.

After this I followed the wall back to where it met the wall from the opposite direction and then retraced my steps back along the pathways to the exit from the gardens. Altogether a wonderful hour was enjoyed meandering about the gardens. I retuned to the car soaked to the skin, yet entirely happy with all my discoveries.
On my way out I was held up in a traffic jam: a group of ducks were waddling about on the road so I had to stop the car and wait for them to move along J. My final stop; once again to take photos of the tiny lodge at the gates and to say thank you to the ticket man for his sound advice.

I then followed the road back through the town and made my way home via a lovely country road that took me through a marvellous village that bears exploring at a later date (like next week).

02.09.09 Shaftesbury

Posted by: Cindy on: September 29, 2009

02.09.09 Shaftesbury

How exciting it is to plan where to go on my day off! Somerset and Dorset are a treasure trove of wonderful and interesting places to go, I am spoilt for choice. This week’s destination was Shaftesbury, and Gold Hill, famous for the Hovis advert of the 70’s. The view down Gold Hill, which has perhaps featured in every illustrated book about Dorset ever published, reached an even headier prominence in 1973, as the setting for the much acclaimed television for Hovis bread.

Of course this being England and the middle of summer, it poured with rain. As I drove through from Woolston to Shaftesbury, I pleaded with the almighty to hang on and keep the rain in check till after I had explored the town. He almost made it. The rain came down within minutes of me reaching the top of the hill.

The route I followed through to Shaftesbury was just wonderful, beautiful countryside, narrow lanes, swift flowing rivers, tiny villages, even tinier hamlets, gorgeous churches nestled amongst the trees, towering hedges, green fields dotted with either cows or sheep, I slipped from Somerset to Dorset, back into Somerset and then again into Dorset on my drive, turning from one main road to another via ‘Tinker’s Hill’. How delightful.

Shaftesbury, in Dorset, a town of slopes and hills, is just delightful, and Gold Hill has to be absolutely one of the quaintest streets in England. I was expecting a tiny little village and was surprised to find a bustling market town, with all the High street banks and many of the High street shops: W H Smith, Boots, Somerfields etc.

A bit of history: Shaftesbury was founded by King Alfred, who after he defeated Danish invaders in 878 decided to build a network of fortified places to protect the people of his kingdom of Wessex. Built on it’s hill too defend itself and if the reputed foundation date of 880 is correct, may have been his prototype and model for all the others. The original fortified settlement stood not beneath the present town centre, but further west where the promontory of Greensand rock juts high above the Blackmore Vale.

I found parking easily enough and at the very first turn I made, I was left gasping at the views across Blackmore Vale. Shaftesbury, one of England’s most charming and historic market towns is perched on top of a very steep hill, with extensive views over the unspoilt rural landscape, the houses spreading down the slopes over the years as the town has grown. Within minutes I found ‘Gold Hill’ down a narrow lane squeezed between the Town Hall and St Peter’s, the Parish Church. I found to my relief that I was at the top of Gold Hill; I had been expecting to have to walk up!!!! J

The most adorable houses line the cobbled street that slopes steeply down the hill. Each house, mostly built in 16th/17th century, is completely different to the one next door. Some have thatched roofs, another red tiles and others black. Some are small and look as if they have been squeezed in between two others; the houses all open right onto the street. The design of each house is individual in character, some have large windows, some small, each door is a different colour and they all have one thing in common: the view from the backyards! The scenery is breathtakingly gorgeous, stretching as far as the eye can see. A patchwork quilt of green, brown and yellow, each field demarcated by dry-stone walls, flourishing hedges, massive trees or narrow lanes. Across the miles are small villages, churches and farmhouses that dominate the surrounding area.

So far the rain had held out and I walked slowly down the hill, just enjoying the sight of these gorgeous houses, probably some of the most photographed in the country. As you walk downhill the houses are on the left and to the right is a towering grey medieval buttressed stone will, meters thick, supported by thick pillars that appears to hold the hill behind it in check. The hill is very steep and as I walked I wondered if it was such a good idea – the further down I went the further up I would have to walk on my return. L However, the lower part of town looked intriguing and I had to investigate. Gold Hill ends in a t-junction, so I set off to the right along what is Layton Lane. The houses lining the street were just as cute and interesting, they all have lovely names; Lavender Cottage, Nettle Cottage, Brookview Cottage and so on. There is a lovely little pub along the way and on the right hand side the hill towers steeply to the crest. The area has been set aside as a park with play areas for kiddies, lots of trees and handy benches to rest your weary limbs.

I walked quite far along the road, taking loads of photos. Then I noticed a pretty lane snaking off down the hill that had to be investigated. The lane zig-zagged between a fence laden with flowering creeper and a dry-stone wall flourishing a wild array of plants, grasses, ferns and wild flowers. I was just about to turn around and go back up when I noticed some very strange creatures in a field further down. On closer inspection I was delighted to find a fields of Alpacas! I have never seen them in the flesh before and they are such strange looking animals. Very curious, they raised their heads and watched me closely as I walked closer. I got some great photos and then to my delight a baby Alpaca suddenly stepped from behind it’s mum. Ahhh! It was so cute. They have lovely woolly coats enormous eyes, long necks and look very similar to camels.

I then set off back towards town and walked along the other arm of the t-junction. Gorgeous, gorgeous houses, some of which are massive! Wherever you look is lovely shady greenery, huge trees, hedges, flowers, hydrangeas flourish and ferns are prolific. Some of the properties stretch right up the slopes of the hill and are reached by narrow winding paths.

I decided to retrace my footsteps and made my way back up the hill and on the way took a photo of each house on the hill going up. Rain was threatening and as I got to the last house right at the top, the heavens opened! At the top of the hill and built into the base of the rock, with the Town Hall above, is a lovely wee café with a marvellous view of the street and across the countryside. I took shelter in the ‘Salt Cellar’ café where I enjoyed a cup of tea, 2 scones, jam and clotted cream. Delicious! Booking ahead is essential if you want a window seat (01747-851838). By the time I finished my tea, the rain had eased off so I set out for further exploration. First stop was the Museum right next to the café: a treasure trove of ancient and beautiful relics and remnants from an age gone by.

The museum is located in a traditional sandstone cottage that once was a doss house. Local life and history are portrayed here, a wonderful old kitchen, farming implements, a pram from ….. and including intricate Dorset buttons, traditional costumes and the ‘Byzant’, a gold-coloured festival tote, which played a central role in the town’s water gathering ceremony (well-dressing), which is still celebrated today. Some items were discovered in an abandoned cottage! Bizarre, how people just move out, leave stuff behind and no-one even moves in after. They had a bell there mentioned in Thomas Hardy’s last novel ‘Jude the Obscure’, an old Fire-Engine that is just adorable: a tiny wooden little cart with 2 buckets and a short hose. The museums award-winning garden would be a treat to sit in on a summer’s day. What’s that you say? Mmm, yes, it is summer. You would never think with the latest weather we have been subjected to! J

From there I wandered over to the St Peter’s church, an imposing grey stone building, very old, the stones blackened with age, is the oldest church in Shaftesbury where there were eleven churches in mediaeval times. It was built at the top of Gold Hill as a pilgrim church outside the walls of the Benedictine Abbey, John Schip is the first know incumbent (1305). There is evidence of an earlier building on the site in the form of ancient foundations under the nave floor. I stepped inside for a look about and was amazed to see a bright open interior. Of the present structure, the lower part of the tower is the oldest; the nave and its arcades are of the 14th century, the Clerestory was added in the 15th/16th centuries, the panelled oak roofs of the nave and the North Aisle are of the same date. In early times the walls were brightly coloured, but painted over in Oliver Cromwell’s time. The tower – the lower part is the oldest part of the church dating from 1304. In the tower are six bells, recognised as some of the best in Dorset. The church contains some beautiful stained glass windows. From there I took a walk about the town, a feast of fantastic buildings; architecture over the aeons.

Looking at an aerial map I was amazed to see just how big the town is. First appearances do not show the full extent.

A bit more history: Within a decade of the fledgling town being built another of Alfred’s experiments, the first purpose-built nunnery in England was built. The community’s wealth and importance were boosted after 990 when the body of a murdered king, Edward the Martyr, was brought to Shaftesbury and buried in the nuns’ church. Miracles were reported, Edward became a saint, and pilgrims began to flock to visit his relics. The town and its abbey grew in status as a centre of trade and finance, and they entertained important visitors including King Knut, who died at Shaftesbury in 1035. At the time of the Norman conquest, a generation later in 1066, Shaftesbury is described in the Doomsday book. Shaftesbury, like many other towns, was weakened and depopulated by the plague of 1348/9. Eventually in 1539, in common with every other monastic house, the Abbey was dissolved. Within a few years it was almost as if the abbey had never existed, and it’s very site was all but forgotten. All that remains now of the Abbey are the footings of most of the abbey church, preserved in an enclosed garden, and fragments of sculpture, tiles and other artefacts discovered when the site was excavated.

I had a very happy 2 hours wandering about the town, walking along narrow roads and exploring sites of interest around the town. On my way out as I was walking towards the car park I noticed a narrow lane between two buildings that looked promising for a quick peek. I gasped as I walked out onto what is the Park Walk. So this was going to take more than a few minutes. I rushed back to the car, paid for another 2 hours parking and returned to take some photos of the fabulous views. Am I so glad I did! I would have missed out on discovering the Abbey and subsequently the Trinity Centre.
Oh my word! The Abbey was fantastic. There are Saxon coins and stone carved fragments from the abbey. A lead casket supposed to have contained St Edward’s bones is on display. As you enter through the mantel and outer doors, right in front are a pair of fabulously painted and decorated doors. Just gorgeous! The abbey remains lie within a peaceful walled garden and are beautifully maintained. I wandered about looking at the fascinating remains. There is a massive statue of King Alfred that stands at the top end of the abbey in a rise overlooking the valley. Lucky him. J In the gardens is a lovely herb garden still on the original layout by the nuns. There is also a tiny little chapel with a beautiful stained glass window. It has an air of melancholy and is so peaceful within. For more info: http://www.shaftesburyheritage.org.uk

When I left the abbey I strolled along Park Walk and then turned onto Abbey Walk and entered the grounds of the Trinity Centre. The building is magnificent; the graveyard is beautiful and contains the remains of some ancient trees. By now the rain was falling quite heavily so I hopped it back to the car and set off for Oborne to visit the remains of St Cuthbert’s the oldest chancel in Britain.

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