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pinkLegoland, not far from Windsor Castle

This picture reminds me of myself when I was this girl’s age. I had exactly the same privilege: rides on father’s shoulders. Growing up and being an only child, I was my Papa’s princess. And I had a lot of pink stuff.

Here are three pink quotations by English people:

“I don’t think I will ever get tired of wearing pink.” ~ Emma Bunton
“I believe in primping at leisure… I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe in pink.” – Audrey Hepburn
“You’d have to be daft as a brush to say you didn’t like Pink Floyd.” ~ John Lydon

Mrs Nesbitt and the ABC Team

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Warbling in Windsor

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Walls will you whisper
what it was like in the late 11th century….

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I will be honest. I knew where we were going. To Windsor Castle. But as the coach approached the magnificent edifice, I went into what I can only explain now as shock. My first thoughts were ‘what is that?!’ ‘a mammoth or something?’  I did not recognize what was in front of me (walls). Nor did I realize that I was already starting to experience what I wrote on the tourist visa application form as my reason for visiting the UK: to fulfill a childhood dream- see an English castle.

Luckily it did not take long for me to get over the initial visual confusion, and as soon as I did, I went warbling in glee. Quietly. I was walking on winged feet at the realization that this is it, something I only see in fairy tale books when I was little has finally materialized. Wonder galore! And my affinity for things old easily made the magic come alive.

Thanks to our host: Mrs Nesbitt & the ABC Team * Rubbish Tuesday * Ruby Tuesday Too

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hiraeth (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you can not return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past

Hiraeth is a Welsh word and pronounced ‘hEr-rIth;  HEER-eyeth, with a fast heer and a soft th (other-worldly.tumbler.com)

hathaway's cottageHathaway’s Home

church in the moors 1a little church in the North York Moors

Links: Denise Nesbitt & Team – ABC Wednesday * Mellow Yellows

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Guards at 10 Downing Street; ready to rock.  Tony Blair’s time.

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Links:
ABC WEDNESDAY
Our World

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Very recently I bought a pair of denim just because it has “Vintage” on its tag. It must be a ‘by-product’ of being a history fan. I read something that reflects at the moment what I think and like about the thing:

Strictly speaking, vintage fashion is clothing and accessories that are at least 20 years old. However, as vintage fashion is now coveted the world over, it can be from as little as two [season’s] ago. Wearing vintage provides an opportunity to sport beautifully made clothes… and a unique piece of history…. ATELIER-MAYER.COM

An apron, whether it’s 20 or 2 years old, has an aura of vintage to me.  I have never worn one in my life.  That’s probably why it intrigues me.  So when I saw ladies wearing aprons ‘live,’  I savored the sight.

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Colliery Village, Beamish Museum: these ladies were telling visitors a story which I forgot. I was probably too engrossed in the atmosphere. Looking at them in their costume was traveling back hundreds of years.  As they narrated the story I do remember words like egg, onion, throw and roll on the hill, onion skin fossilized into the egg shell….

Those bits of Georgian, Victorian and Edwardian periods woven into the tale were overwhelming. Ah well, maybe I should go back and listen again. But if any of you have any idea what could that story be, I’d love to hear it.

Colliery seems to rhyme with scullery…. A beautiful maid with soot on her apron and a broomstick in hand sings “someday my prince will come….”

This post is linked with ABC Wednesday and  Sepia Saturday

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“Doors – why do there have to be doors…?”

Okay, that’s a Michael Johnson song. The tune plays whenever I recall my observation of doors in England: most of those I saw were small. What fascinated me was that they were small entrances to large and wide spaces inside. But the main significance of English doors to me really was they were my cue that warmth was nigh. While touring the outdoors I struggled against the cold, although that stopped when I decided not to care how I would look in a borrowed, over-sized thermal jacket.

Super typhoon Haiyan made me wonder how victims were finding comfort in the aftermath as I have come to regard doors as ‘shelter in the time of storm.’  That’s a title of a hymn said to be “a favorite song of fish­er­men on the north coast of Eng­land.” The Postman, a paper published in London, narrates that fishermen “were oft­en heard sing­ing it as they ap­proached their har­bors in the time of storm.”

And I wonder why I’m an anglophile. When I was little my mother sang the hymn in my head during rainy nights –

The Lord’s our Rock in Him we hide
a shelter in the time of storm
secure whatever ill betide
a shelter in the time of storm…

You may recognize this photo as Hall’s Croft, William Shakespeare’s daughter Susanna and her husband Dr John Hall’s home.

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I was frantically searching for my tour pass which I thought I dropped around Hall’s Croft entrance while peeping at a hole in the door, trying to decide if I should get in or proceed right away to Shakespeare’s grave nearby. We were running out of time.  But what made me frantic about searching for that bloody pass? I was getting scared. I knew I would freeze if I could not find that small slip of paper. It had the password to the door of the hotel I was going back to for the night!

Would death by hypothermia be as dramatic as The Bard’s storm speech on the heath?

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanes, spout
Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o’ the world!
Crack nature’s moulds, an germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!

Linking with ABC WednesdaySepia Saturday

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Never mind that I bumped my head on the ceiling above the hearth of this home. I think Anne Hathaway’s cottage is quaint.

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According to an info on its walls,  the cottage “was occupied by the Hathaway family and their descendants from 1543 until the late nineteenth century.

Although it is now known as Anne Hathaway’s Cottage, in Anne’s time it was a farmhouse called “Hewlands.”  The earliest part of the building is supported by massive, curved oak frames called “crucks” that date from the middle of the fifteenth century.

The cottage in which she is said to have lived with her parents is yet standing.  It is still occupied by the descendants of her family who are poor and numerous.

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This is the photo that follows the cottage info above.

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