Sunday, 2 September 2012

Gladys Lavender 1918-2012


Gladys  
Early on Tuesday morning, Gladys died in her sleep.
She was the mother of Carol, our sister-in-law in England.
She was 93.
It will be our privilege to celebrate her life with her family at her funeral on Friday, 7th September.



Saturday : A cold and damp arrival from Ireland. This is Llandudno in north Wales, where the hospitality business was suffering in rain and strong winds.







The road round the Great Orme, a rocky peninsula where the mist came down.








Sunday : The sun was out in Alcester, in the heart of England. Neil joins the BBQ squad with his brother Malcolm at the back and brother-in-law Mike to the right. They are warming up the charcoal.



The cooks explain why the meatballs are all crumbled and will have to be eaten with a spoon.






Monday : Looking through the tuery (lane) to the op shop. This is where our sister-in-law Carol works for the benefit of the Shakespeare Hospice in Stratford.  
Meanwhile, Mal & Carol paid Gladys a visit, - which sadly turned out to be their last, - as she passed away peacefully in her sleep early the next morning.








A very recent happening! All Olympic Gold Medal winners got their hometown postboxes painted gold. All others remain red as usual.










Mal and Carol have just changed their car, to a Vauxall Astra Twin Top. (Sporty !)







This is a run to Stratford with the top down, in the front seat.
This is the same run to Stratford with the top down, from the backseat passengers who seem to be collecting  eddies of fresher air.









Wintry (!) Stratford.  It was the coldest local recorded overnight temperature - for August, with touches of frost.









The now completely refurbished Royal Shakespeare Theatre, interesting to wander in.







The Saxon Sanctuary, the name nearby  Wootton Wawen Church gives itself.
Only the core of it is Saxon. It has been added to until it gives the impression of a modular church. Spiritual life is active with Alpha Courses and weekly Celtic form services. Good to see such continuity.


Sandra with Carol, daughter Kate and Neil's brother Malcolm.

Friday, 24 August 2012

Wexford and Dublin


Cross-country to Wexford by train.

Estuary seen through the rigging of one of the fishing vessels.


Bright corner of town with statue of local hurling champion.


Wexford Bridge, the longest in Ireland. We have seen longer ones in Scandinavia (!)

The river scenery up from Wexford was very beautiful, but this giraffe statue was a bit of a surprise!




Showers out to sea on the way up the coast.

This is Dublin, city of imagination.
An old gasometer re-invented.


Custom House and the Liffey bridges.


This Spire is 3 metres wide at the bottom right at a major city cross-roads.
It rises 120m and the top lights up like a candle at night. Simple, but so enormously effective.

This is the Temple Bar area, crowded with people and pubs, in about equal number.





The Ha'penny Bridge, no longer tolled.



An invitation to the cinema to see a "filum".

This is a small part of the Guinness enterprise, an independent power station.

Molly Malone's statue.

Much more evocative statues of the famine victims......

......and one of the emigrant ships they sailed away in.



The Tall Ships, and the swing bridge named for Samuel Beckett.


It takes a lot of crew to manage these ships.


With all the masts and rigging, it all looks very busy.


Last to arrive was the Lord Nelson with its two tugs. Actually the oldest ship was 1913 and the newest 2011.



Two hardened sailors!


One of the many Georgian streets.


Off to catch the ferry to UK now.

Cork, Killarney & Tralee (SW Ireland)

Our ferry from Roscoff took us to Cork & its harbour.

A cruise ship from Germany was in.
It was the last port that the Titanic called at before its meeting with an iceberg, 100 years ago.  This was Cobh (Cove) exactly where it took on its last passengers, and even one or two got off !
Of course, the locals are making much of the event, & it's anniversary.
Our hotel was on one of the main streets, yet had a beautiful waterfall down the rock face at the back of it.
It was strange to be talking English again, after 14 weeks of other languages.  The folks were just so friendly & welcoming.  I got my glasses fixed for free, we both got haircuts, shopping at Marks & Spencers !    And we came across reminders of loved ones....

We took the train to Killarney, passed McGillycuddy's Reeks (hills)...


 on the way to Tralee, where it was their local "Rose of Tralee" Festival, 


& the nearby Blennerville Windmill, next to an estuary with birds...


A Bar-Tailed Godwit....




It was a lovely place, with sunshine !







Some "Irish-isms" crept into our view...
Such as a covered station -
except the rails stopped outside !




& back in Killarney



A solicitors office next door had extended into this old house, had closed off all the doors & windows - but then painted them on anyway....




A couple of vintage motor cycle guys, one from Malta & the other from Sicily, had shipped their bikes over for an Irish Rally.

The bikes were old too - 1926 & 1929





The local transport is special, of course...




at the town car park waiting for customers..




Killarney is its own best advert... to come...