Inside l’Eglise St Martin de Montmédy that was built inside the citadel… It’s twin towers can be seen for miles around. The citadelle was one of the many fortifications built by Vaudan in 1545.
Yes if you go down to the woods today… beware of hearing voices :-) I’ve been in the forest again and I have quite a collection to get through.. so they’ll be more on there’re way..
My wife posing next to the fountain at the monastery of Orval..
It’s that time of year again….. Scouts and Guides camps! I’ve been out and about taking photos and posting them on : scoutsetguides.wordpress.com. We were out today at the Aquascope nature reserve in Virelles when I cam e across this little guy…
Another one from “La Poudrerie” .. I love walking round these places but I have to admit that the silence was quite spooky after an hour or so.. One had the tendency to look behind oneself HAHA…..
I was looking back at some pictures I took back in May and I found a few I never published. So I sat down to edit and get them on-line. They are all taken in a derelict explosives factory.
This is a photo taken just a couple of days ago at our Scout camp on “Le Viroin” not far from Olloy-sur-Viroin. The track leading down to the camp is quite bumpy and care is needed when driving but finally you arrive at the end, one could also walk. However, one never quite know where these camps are HAHA… This is the river Viroin as it snakes it’s way down through southern Belgium and into France before throwing itself into the Meuse…
We went for a walk with our dog in Nismes, Belgium this evening…
Here is a shot I took at our recent BBQ in the parish of Dinant, Morville..
My wife posing at the ruins of Crèvecoeur with Dinant in the background..
As the story goes… the castle was overrun. The knights fought to hold of the invaders but they were too many. Their wives cared for the injured and dying locked in the tower. When they heard that their husbands were dead to avoid being captured they decided to jump to their deaths from the top of the tower, hand in hand.
The ruins of Crèvecoeur (heart break) Bouvignes near Dinant, Belgium.
While I was in England recently I visited Ironbridge Gorge, the earliest bridge of cold blast iron designed by Abraham Darby in 1778.
This has nothing to do with Much Wenlock or ruins or Scottish countryside. I planted some roses last year in my garden and have been caring for them ever since. The rain came and I thought they might make a really nice photo..
This is one of a few I took the other day at Much Wenlock; the South transept.
I took this just a few miles outside Perth, Scotland.
Much Wenlock Parish Church is dedicated to the Holy Trinity and is a place made sacred by lives and prayers for more than 1300 years. The first church on this site was Anglo-Saxon, built probably about AD 680.
The present nave pictured below was built in 1150 by the cluniac monks of Wenlock Priory.
Mildburh was a daughter of Merewalh, King of the Mercian sub-kingdom of Magonsaete, and Saint Ermenburga. She was the older sister of Saint Mildrith and Saint Mildgytha. the three sisters have been likened to the three theological virtues: Milburh to faith, Mildgytha to hope, and Mildrith to charity.
Mildburh was sought in marriage by a neighboring prince, who resolved to have her for his wife, even at the cost of violence. Mildburh’s escape took her across a river. The prince, in hot pursuit, was forced to desist when the river miraculously became so swollen that he was unable to ford.
Mildburh entered the Benedictine monastery of Wenlock, Shropshire (now known as Much Wenlock). the nunnery was founded with endowments by her father and her uncle, Wulfhere of Mercia,under the direction of a French Abbess, Liobinde of Chelles. Milburga eventually succeeded her in this office, and was installed as abbess by St Theodore.
Educated in France, Mildburh was noted for her humility, and according to popular stories, was endowed with the gift of healing and restored sight to the blind. She organised the evangelisation and pastoral care of south Shropshire.
She is said to have had a mysterious power over birds; they would avoid damaging the local crops when she asked them to. She was also associated with miracles, such as the creation of a spring and the miraculous growth of barley. One story relates that one morning she overslept and woke to find the sun shining on her. Her veil slipped but instead of falling to the ground was suspended on a sunbeam until she collected it.
She died on 23 February 715.
There is evidence that Saint Mildburh was syncretized with a pagan goddess. According to medievalist Pamela Berger, “this saint was chosen to fill the role of grain protectress in Shropshire when the ancient pagan protectress could no longer be venerated.”
This tree stands like a lone sentinel on a hill near Perth, Scotland.
This little ruined cottage is in Scotland, in a small hamlet called Balbeggie not far from Perth. A French soldier from the battle of Waterloo lived here until he was in his nineties. He died here but I don’t know where he was buried. Fascinating piece of history…
A group of marchers stop for a drink at the Scottish bar in Daussois.