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One Small Picture, One Big Story

If a picture is worth a thousand words,  then this picture is worth a few words of explanation.  It was taken in Oxford on a busy corner.  Notice the narrow street.  This is a very busy street with coach size busses turning as the streets become a pedestrian area. The signal lights become crucial as clueless tourists try to cross.  As I stood on this corner,  I was hearing a workman bragging "look at what I got done!".  "So you are the one mucking up the street " So he told me the whole story. It seems that a crucial underground wire controlling the signal has failed.  It was probably installed just after WWII. Not a bad lifespan.  But That underground wire goes under that bit of scaffolding.  That is the corner piece of a 4 story scaffolding that wraps around a block size building,  half way through a 2 to 3 year project.  Go back and look at that photo again. And see the bigger picture. 

Morris in the Borders

Imagine you are driving in far rural Midwales.  Narrow, hedge lined roads with barely enough room for two cars to pass in the wide spots. You come around a curve to the top of a hill. You reach a cross roads, you find a group of mad men, in tatters, brandishing sticks. Women with hankies  frolicking.  Ignoring the threat of rain. The Bettwys Triangle Art and Music   with  The Shropshire Bedlams and Martha Rhoden's Tuppenny Dish.  What can you do, but park and watch . An old church,  with beautiful carved headstones.  The rain held off until the last crack of the sticks then  it poured.

Muckross House, Killarney

So my plan of adding to one post every day didn't work,  so I will post when I can, and go back and fill in later.  Check in every day or so to see what I am up to. The blogger app is still rotating my photos  in random fashion.  I promise to rotate when I can get on a real computer.  On with the narrative.  Muckross House in Killarney is one of those manor houses built for people with too much money,  and not enough  sense. I am finding that the manors in Ireland are the newest builds of this sort of thing. All trying to be like the Downton Abby,  but those were built over centuries by very old families. Only the Americans like Hearst came after in building manors.  There is a lot about how Queen  Victoria  visited in August 1861. The house was 20 years old at the time. A wing was created and furnished just for her use. Small as she was, i cannot imagine her and Albert sleeping in this tiny ...