Hello! Sorry. Yet again I haven’t been writing here... I went on holiday with my daughter, my parents, my brothers, their wives and childer, to north Norfolk. It was gorgeous and we had glorious weather the whole time.
But I left my pencil case on the Eurostar on the journey there, and in the pencil case was my memory stick with three half-completed blog posts on it... oh dear. Although, as it turned out, I must have been insane to think for a moment I’d have the chance to write anything with four overexcited pre-schoolers charging around a smallish house from dawn to dusk.
I maintained my 2013 tradition of reading mainly crap. Most entertaining, but still, we shall Draw A Veil.
Instead, let’s look at some beautiful angels from the roofs of Norfolk churches. These are from St Mary’s in North Creake, and are fifteenth century:
The fifteenth-century roof angels in South Creake were restored in 1950 and found to be peppered with seventeenth-century musket shot; it seems that this was how churchwardens dealt with infestations of jackdaws in bolder and more bird-filled days.
Alas, while we were away, the doughty Merle passed on to the eternal chicken run in the sky. My partner, who had elected to stay at home and tend the tomatoes, found her dead in the nest box one morning. She hadn’t been in good health this summer. Even though she’d enjoyed a long and cheery life, we miss her bossy ways and suspicious glances.
On a happier note, here is the library of Felbrigg Hall in Norfolk for the purposes of drooling.