Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Annesley Church - WoW - Bailed out at half-time

We went to the ruins of the 12th Century Church at Annesley. With Reg's help, painting the surface with light from with my big candlepower torch, I finally managed a reasonable picture of Richard Barrat's grave-stone. When the others arrived they liked the location which, thank goodness remains relatively unknow and unvisited. Mike particularly seemed to find things to photograph. It is his sort of venue. And I guess we may revisit when the light is better. The stone reads:-

HEAR LY
ETH THE BO
DY OF RICHA
RD BARRAT
DIED NOV 26
DAY 1778

Bungus once told me it is know as 'enjambment' and another expert, on graveyards this time, said they were quite rare but by no means unique. It has fascinated me for years and it is rewarding to have finally achieved a readable version for my records.

We then went for a brief look at Codnor Castle but unfortunately it was heavily scaffolded and surrounded by a safety fence because contractors are trying to make it safe and doing some pointing etc., before leaving it in peace. At this stage I bailed out. It was my first 'sortie' and although the plan was to adjourn to the Conservative Club to meet the ladies for lunch, I decided that it would make more sense to go home.


Picture 2 is our resident thrush. Jill, I'll swap you one thrush for one redwing, He sits up there mostly, in the remains of the laburnum because if he approaches where the grub normally is, the blackbirds rather uncharitably chase him away.

The Essay continues and to explain, for Bungus's benefit, that I know full well that Horace is customarily called 'The Roman Poet'. I called him the Latin Poet to discriminate between him and Thucydides who wrote in Greek and comes a little later in the series.

Y returned from meeting June and we had a spagbol while watching 'It takes two' and we both think Alesha is going to win. Brucie and Tess were interviewed and apparently there's a website where you can vote for a knighthood for Bruce. And I think I just might. Over the years he has entertained so many millions of people.

Quotation for the Day.........Seeing that he has been mentioned.......

"I hate the irreverent rabble and keep them far from me"


Can't fault you Horace. Sleep tight folks. An early night calls.

p.s. For the benefit of readers. If you see words in 'orange' they will be a live link and if clicked will take you to the appropriate webpage. Photographs when clicked open in a new window at full screen size.

3 comments:

Jill said...

'Enjambent' is a new word to me...I shall try and remember it and stun somebody with it at the appropriate moment, though if they are that rare it may take some time....

We too used to have a resident thrush, but he went some years ago and I haven't seen a song thrush in garden for ages. I do see one sometimes in the prk, and the mistle thrushes live in part of the park and have been there for years, but they are not garden visitors.

Slow cooker was used today for the first time and voted a success - stewing steak, leeks, carrots and pearly barley. On low for about ten hours....Shall try chicken thighs at week-end.

I would vote for a knighthood for Brucie if he doesn't do SCD again....

bungus said...

Enjambement is the term used in English to describe poetry where a phrase or sentence continues from one line to the next or (dictionary) ‘the running over of a sentence from one verse or couplet to another (with) no natural pause at the end of the line’. In French enjamber means ‘to straddle’ and I felt it quite appropriate to purloin it for the gravestones, etc (there are sculptures at YSP and Rufford which make use of it).
When making a record of all the names and dates on all the gravestones in Sneinton cemetery, I seem to remember being advised that early morning or late afternoon ‘sideways’ light often reveals obscure inscriptions.

Calling upon all my pedantic powers I would say that Horace should properly be described as a Roman poet writing in Latin (his native language).
According to my reference Thucydides was a Greek poet who wrote in Greek.
But now I have referred to my little book of Horace it turns ou to be Catallus after all! Mea culpa.

I shall not be voting for Sir Brucie (certainly not before we have a Sir Ken Dodd).

I taped the second episode of Oliver Twist and have yet to watch it.
But Fanny Hill did exactly what it said on the tin.

Hospital Transport, Part Two.
Worked better than first time. Driver arrived to pick up two hours and five minutes before appointment time, picked up another male passenger at Warsop (7 miles) and failed to pick up a schoolgirl at Joseph Whittaker, Rainworth (plus 14 miles) because she had not attended. Arrived at City Hospital (plus 10 miles) about 1.15. After logging in found few patients in waiting room and after a mince pie and half a cup of coffee I was in the treatment room (with remaining half cup of coffee) no later than 1.45. Out again at 3.00, I discovered my tablets had not been ordered from the pharmacy. So I settled down to read my signed copy of Vince Eager’s autobiography (with another mince pie and another cup of coffee. Although I would not describe Grantham born VE, who now lives in Radciffe-on-Trent, as one of the greats, he was a significant figure in the skiffle and early R&R era and later played the title role in ‘Elvis’. I understand that he now organises concerts, gigs, or whatever, often in aid of charities.
Shortly after a banana and 4.00pm my tablets turned up and my chauffeur arrived almost immediately afterwards. I was the only passenger and was home before 4.45.
I hope my times are correct and make sense!
The medical and surgical treatment is fine but the administration is far from perfect.
One woman had been in the Waiting Room since 11.00am and, without any satisfactory explanation, was not taken in for treatment until 4.00. A male patient was complaining that after a blood test in the morning he had been told that if he returned at 2.00 (which he had done) he would receive immediate attention. He was still in the Waiting Room when I left.
Patients, many elderly and some of whom come out of treatment feeling distinctly groggy (not me), are expected to remember to make appointments and collect blood bags and medication. The only reminder is a small notice below waist level on the reception desk which is festooned with other notices.

bungus said...

PS
Although the reception ordered my next transport for Wed treatment, I had to go down a floor to order same for Fri consultation. There I was told that patients must now book transport themselves. When I asked how I was given a phone number.
I called it this morning and after waiting 8 or 9 minutes for a live voice was dealt with extremely pleasantly and efficiently.