Prinknash and Cirencester

On a dampish day, we set off for Prinknash Abbey.  One of the downsides to making use of guide book from our shelf, publication date 1986, is that a very flourishing pottery run by the monks has been closed for the last thirteen years and the whole community has shrunk to just a small group of brothers.  We walked up to the abbey building and visited the chapel where a few invisible monks could be heard at prayer.  Then we had lunch in the surviving coffee shop which is clearly still a place of pilgrimage for some.

On the same site, we found a bird reserve, which we enjoyed very much.  Rare to be this close to so many species.

With the weather closing down we decided to drive to Cirencester, an ancient foundation worthy of more detailed exploration.  We had time to visit the huge central parish church, and the museum, where immediately these wonderful mosaics caught our eye.

Painswick

We drove to Painswick, a real Cotswold centre, but with a terrible traffic problem.  In the churchyard, an award-winning conversion of an industrial building: the former grave-digger's hut has been transformed into a tourist information centre.  Later, we saw an even more imaginative repurposing: a Gents' toilet converted into a tiny art gallery called "The Loovre".  It still has the word "Men" above the door.

We walked out of Painswick and up to an ancient hill fort.  Of course if you have defensive earthworks you might as well make use of them - in this case, as a golf-course.

  From the top, in one direction, you could see down to the Severn Estuary.  The "Coloured counties" were all laid out before us.

A quarry, with massive blocks of Cotswold stone ready for processing.

Back across fields and woods to Painswick where we saw these Victorian stocks ready for use by the churchyard.

The Cotswolds

A few days exploring deeper into the Cotswolds than we normally manage while duty visiting...  First, Stanton and Stanway, classic Cotswold villages of honey coloured stone, full of really quite substantial houses, interesting churches and old manor houses.

Here, a rood screen commemorating the loss of a younger son in the First World War.  George on one side and the Dragon on the other.

Then, wonderful carving on the manor-house gate - note the rabbits grazing. (click the picture to enlarge)

Next day, to Gloucester where the cathedral close is in the midst of a makeover.

Incomparable cloisters, with fan-vaulting.

A massive cope chest, allowing vestments to be stored without folding.

And some ancient graffiti.

In the town, this unusual set of figures above a jewellers.

Everywhere, signs of the many centuries of occupation from the time when it was a centre for retired legionaries.

Museum Waistcoat

It's taken a while, but I finally have a finished waistcoat.  Now I just need to wait for the autumn leaves to provide a suitable matching backdrop.  It will need something very plain under it.

You may remember that the basic concept here is drawn from a sweater in the museum in Lerwick which has different patterns for each lozenge in a horizontal row.  There the peerie bands were just about the only thing that provided a bit of continuity. I chose to use a range of peerie patterns as well.

Early on I decided to use a rich golden brown as the back and bands.  This is something Sacha Kagan used to do with her waistcoats and I feel it tones them down a bit.

I always feel that in Fair Isle the eye seeks out rhythm and repetition, either in repeated shapes or in bands of colour.  Fair Isle patterns are symmetrical and often very simple in their geometry.  I decided to use only two lozenge patterns in each horizontal band, but this still added up to a lot of variety.  I used the same colours throughout to provide some continuity.

I was aiming at the same sort of rich nut-brown palette as in the long-line pullover designed by  Lesley Stanfield  in  "Traditional Knitting from the Scottish and Irish Isles".    Mine does not quite achieve this.  In fact, the fawn background colour seems to read as a) vintage and b) masculine.  It is the sort of waistcoat one of the men in "The Imitation Game" might have worn.

As an exercise in sampling different designs it worked very well.  Some of the lozenges work much better than others, and could be used for a whole jumper by themselves.  This is particularly so when the colour changes coincide with the pattern elements.

It was certainly interesting to chart out the designs row by row and then to see them knitted up.  The finished item has that timeless quality which was apparent even as I was knitting it.  I hope that it will be enjoyable to wear.

Treasures

Talking textiles with a friend recently, I was reminded of this little bag which has been in my collection for many years.  My friend is interested in historic embroidery and had attended a course where they had examined an antique sweet bag.  This was the essential item for the fashionable young woman in Elizabethan England.  

My bag is made up of smaller pieces stitched on to a lining of quite open weave linen.  The main design is almost certainly meant to represent strawberries. Where there are grey patches, that is in fact metallic threads.  The base fabric is yellowed with age - but could it be as old as it looks?

This has been an unusual year for us in terms of weather.  In a normal year we would be able to eat supper out on our patio only a few times through the whole summer. The rarity made it a great treat. This year we have eaten out there almost constantly for several months, leaving our table and chairs in position ready for use.  Enjoy it now, as it will never happen again, we feel.

Many years ago - it must be at least ten, or possibly fifteen - we bought a clematis from the village market and planted it to grow up through our pear tree.  It was called Madame Grange, a lovely deep maroon.  It flowered for a couple of years before failing to appear. For several years now,

shoots have grown at the base of the pear, but have always come to nothing, certainly not flowers.

This year, I noticed a spray of buds.  And now these flowers are opening, a wonderful, almost luminous maroon.  Could it be the hot, dry conditions?

Easedale Tarn

The good weather continuing, we looked for a less strenuous walk than the Crinkles.  Parking in Grasmere, we began the walk to Easedale Tarn.

Rhododendrons, often in quite lurid colours, are a feature of Lakeland gardens.

The path leads out across fields leading on the right to Helm Crag, the famous Lion and the lamb profile above Grasmere.

Soon the path began to climb, revealing this waterfall.

Eventually we reached the tarn itself, a wonderful sight on a very hot day.

We sat down to eat our sandwiches and were soon attended by these two gulls, very polite in their behaviour.  The black-headed gull came in close to beg and retrieve crusts, while the herring gull kept his distance but was assertive in claiming fragments thrown out to him.

On the way down, we noticed this evidence of recent severe weather scarring the hillside.

We passed this curious barn, note the date over the door.  So what might solar panels be doing on an agricultural building like this?

  We crossed paths with three intrepid ladies from the States who were on the Coast to Coast and determined not to miss their way.  Down the valley we heard them asking everyone they met for reassurance that they were headed for Grasmere.  We wondered how they got on over the Pennines.

It was very enjoyable to have a decent teashop to hand at the end of our walk.