Did you think that I’d forgotten about this series? I hadn’t! I have several I want to share with you, but our internet has been so erratic I haven’t been able to load the pictures I wanted. For weeks I have had to grab a very small gap in the day, between 8 and 11 in the morning, when things were working well. Although we apparently still had a connection it was fraught with frustration and you wouldn’t have liked the rude words I might have used.
Anyway, I digress. Yesterday we returned to Missenden Abbey. It’s a place I know really well, and I know that many of you too have been there. I’ve shown you areas where I have taken 100 steps, for instance here, and here, and my intention yesterday was to investigate another area in detail. However, it was a strange day all round, and my post explained a little. (Incidently, I won’t be using the iPad to take pictures next time I’m there, the lighting is atrocious so I apologise for the quality of the pictures. I was appalled to see them when I got home). It was a bright and sunny day outside, but cold, not the sort of day to ‘hang around’, so when the time came I knew that 100 steps had to be taken at the trot.
Outside I went. Sun shining. I walked down the path and it clouded over. I turned around to see and spotted this
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen that bell, BUT I HAVE NEVER SPOTTED THE TV AERIAL BEFORE! It must have been there, but I couldn’t resist recording the moment. The moment? Yes, the moment the one and only shower of the day started…… so, 100 steps now turned into a gallop.
I know that I haven’t shown you the accommodation block. The outlook is lovely, very thoughtfully landscaped
The running water is restful, but turned off at night. No need for an alarm, though, if you like a lie in
this water spout is turned on at 8 am, just time to hurry you to breakfast. I tend to set an early alarm and go to the classroom to set up for the day before breakfast, though, so only hear it if the workshop is set in the room you can see at the end.
All thoughts of taking you across the bridge and through the gardens disappeared at this point as the rain became quite heavy, so I made a dash for the front.
Someone, though, knew more than I did, because in spite of the downpour a loan blackbird sang joyfully to his heart’s content. I could hear him, but couldn’t see him for a while
and then I spotted him
It always pays to look up!
Here endeth a very quick trip around Missenden Abbey!