Thursday, December 20, 2007

Y's Burton Joyce day - 36F but miserable

I thought these Annesley Hall pictures work best on sepia. Not only does it better suit 'the age' but it doesn't make so obvious what a dull day it was. Without enough light to cast any form-defining shadows.

Number 1 is the rather beautiful tower.

Number 2 is another part of the small graveyard and in the middle distance a lovely building which I have heard dsecribed as both servants quarters and stable block (perhaps our architectural department could advise?). I am not at all sure technically what Mews Cottages are because the term has been hijacked by the holiday industry but they would be a pleasant place to live. Whatever the building once was it is now being allowed to decay slowly as is the case with so much that is 'listed'.

Please click here for an overview of Annesley Hall and the Byron connection. If you open the link and scroll down you will see in the drawing of the Hall, the Church in the background.

The previous Horace picture showed him as a young man and this shows him in maturity. I really wish I had persisted with Latin at school because it would now give me pleasure to try to read him in his original language.


Comments .....Jill. I hope that a suitable opportunity to slip 'enjambment' into the conversation soon arises. My Concise Oxford has it solely in its poetic meaning. But tomorrow when I'm in the other room I shall consult the Shorter Oxford and maybe my online etymological dictionary.

However, I accept Bungus's 'purloinment' for statuary and gravestones. And EPS would be delighted to see you on the post Xmas walk at Rufford.

Pleased the slow cooker delivered a satisfactory meal and I'm sure the chicken thighs will be likewise. Although I consider tarragon essential with chicken don't overdo it 'cos its so pervasive. Glad you are in the Brucie camp, even with your rider, and I don't disagree with Bungus about Ken Dodd. They have both done stirling service over the years. I know that Doddy and the taxman don't quite hit it off, but neither do I. (I know that's a terrible sentence clause-wise, but I'm sure you get mi' drift).

We really enjoy your hospital odysseys Bungus. Perhaps 'ospital odes' would be a good title.

Quotation.......

"A picture is a poem without words"

Horace again

Pre Christmas jobs to do tomorrow. But basically a rest-day. Sleep tight folks and I'll catch you tomorrow.

2 comments:

bungus said...

I think you have published photo two before (or one very similar).
I have always understood mews to be accommodation over stables and, by extension, over garages. If I am right, it is entirely possible that the building is both stable block and servants’ living quarters. Two birds…

I have never regretted failing Latin in School Cert. I found it intensely boring after the first year (when I quite enjoyed it). Since then, however, I have found my limited knowledge (4 years study?) etymologically extremely useful.

Thanks for accepting my self invitation to the Rufford walk. It will, of course, very much depend on how I feel on the day.

I am surprised that, as a one-time card-carrying Socialist, you should indicate an objection to taxation.
I have always thought, even at the no great height of my earning powers, that nothing could be fairer than the wealthiest people paying the greatest amount of tax (not that it works like that, but no fault of the system, only the way it is mal-administered).

Isn’t it essential that odes rhyme?
If so,
I’ll give it a go
(see, I’ve started alread
y) before going to bed.
.
(Kindly note the enjambement).

I was only slightly more impressed by the second episode of Oliver Twist. It still seemed to move slowly and yet much ot the time the story did not appear to be progressing, essential elements being missing. Fagin was at times more convincing and Bill Sykes was truly menacing. But I found Oliver and the Dodger inadequate.
Unfortunately I fell asleep during the 3rd episode, just as Oliver was being ‘de-shotted’. Time enough once more to be impressed by Bill Sykes though.

Catallus googled:
Sexy, sensitive and, above all, witty, now, more than ever, Catullus seems a poet for our times; a dazzling and often outrageous versifier, constantly coining new constructions - and new vulgarisms, yet also an intellectual, a literate, scholarly writer, well aware of the traditions of classical poetry within which he worked. The son of an aristocratic, provincial Roman from Verona, Catullus lived in the first half of the first century BC, at the time when the Roman republic was beginning to make way for the empire. He was part of a fast city-set whose exploits he records in his poetry, including the elegant and articulate Suffenus who nevertheless writes poetry like a 'goat-milker' and Egnatius who whitens his teeth in the rather unsavoury 'Spanish' manner.
For example in 16, he begins and ends the poem with the line pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo - 'Buggar off and get stuffed!'

Jill said...

I do like the sepia pictures, they capture the feel of the place.

I was going to make same comment as Bungus, that the building could be both stables and servants quarters - and, also like Bungus, I failed Latin at School Certificate, but still find bits of it useful.

Like the sound of Catallus....

I'm not very thrilled by Oliver Twist, think it is a waste of Timothy Spall.

I am taking a nearly 15-but-going-on-35 grand-daughter out to lunch today as a Xmas treat, she fancies being a lady that lunches!