Old Foston Church Doors

While in Leicestershire a few weeks ago, we were taken to have a little peek at this interesting little church, known locally as The Old Foston Church.

St Bartholomew’s Church dates back to the 10th Century and would have been the centre of life in the village (of about 20 -30 families) for a few hundred years.

But the village was deserted in the 1600’s as a result of the enclosure of common lands, leaving only the squire, a rector and maybe three labouring families. I presume it was used by the squire and his family from then on. We didn’t see evidence of the village at all.

But the little church remains active, in its charming setting on the edge of the woods. Unfortunately, the doors were locked as it was mid-week and it is secluded and it’s 2019. (Sign of the times). Too, bad. I’d have loved to see inside.

Plans were underway for the annual Flower Show, scheduled for … oh! This weekend! Wouldn’t that be fun to see? Tents and booths set up around the church and flowers (and people!) everywhere!

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Westminster Doors

There is something so enticing, so charming about a mews.

While in London recently, and enroute to the Victoria & Albert Museum, we stumbled upon this beauty.

What an amazing collection of inviting doorways!

All on one small street! Okay … not a street. A Mews.

The spring flowers helped, too!

Tower Doors

We tried to be early enough in the day to beat the crowds. And we almost managed it.

Today we made our way around the Tower of London. And for you … some doors pics!!

From the chapel.

A glance out the window….

And a peak into a very old loo …

And, of course, a greeting from one of the ravens:

Thanks for dropping by!!

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Cosby Doors

Here we are. Back in Leicestershire in the UK to visit with hubby’s ailing father. We can only manage one visit per year and so see a marked decline in our aging relatives. It’s difficult, but as the customs agent reminded me (while comparing my passport photo with my real time face) “age is a privilege relief to many”. (!!!) wow.

May is a truly lovely time to visit England, tho. We took a wander round the ancient village of Cosby last evening.

Cosby is mentioned in the Doomsday Book in 1086, so for sure dates back that far. There suggestions that it goes back even to Roman times because a Roman road (the Fosse Way) boarders the village.

The parish church was built in the 13th century.

And a very pretty brook runs through the village – home to some happy ducks.

The roadside of the Cosby House barn is bit wobbly.

And there are heaps of pretty doors.

Thanks for dropping by. And hope you enjoyed the tour.

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Cold, Cold Saint John Doors

When most folks in my corner of the world consider a winter get away they usually picture someplace warm, perhaps a tropical drink in hand and toes in the sand. Or … hardier travellers might head for the ski hills. I tend toward city visits.

But in this particular trip, I’d have to say, I didn’t time it very well.

I haven’t been to Saint John, New Brunswick for years, so I was looking forward to a little exploring.

A VERY little exploring, it turned out.

The combination of bitter cold temperatures and brisk windchills (ie -30C) with ice covered sidewalks conspired against me.

I managed a quick jaunt along Germaine Street and wasn’t disappointed with the architecture.

Luckily, the city makes a visit a little easier in winter with pedways and tunnels connecting some of the must see spots…

… Such as the very charming City Market.

That said, I feel a return visit during one of the warmer months is warranted – for sure.

For now, I’m in full agreement with Norm Frampton – enough with winter!

A Wobbily Door

The bitter cold of this (so far) snow-free January let up yesterday. I could NOT resist taking a nice long “Thinking Walk” (to borrow a phrase from Winnie the Pooh).

I was rewarded with this beauty of a fishing shed and her wobbily door.

As you can imagine, I wasn’t alone. Lots of dog walkers. I bet most doggies protested two days ago when the wind chill was -20C. But yesterday was a glorious 10c above. And out we all trotted!

(Honestly, a girl has to have a flexible wardrobe to get through winters here.)

The crows were plentiful, too. They were calling to each other, foraging in the grasses and even, like this one, stopping to rest and appreciate.

At least that’s what I like to think he was doing. Or maybe he had me under surveillance.

Crows know things.

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