A time for contemporary and a time for tradition

Living in the centre of a large modern city does have its advantages; on Friday night after a lovely meal out in town, we stopped at a local bar for a nightcap to break the walk home.  Sitting by the window facing the plaza I couldn’t help watching the people in their apartments going about their evenings. There is something about people watching, it’s completely hypnotic.

As the evening progressed we noticed the rain had begun to fall. When you are so close to home it seems ridiculous to order a cab for what would be a ten minute walk, so we decided to brave the rain. By the time we got home we were soaked through. My hair had matted itself into huge tangles and my makeup was fast heading southwards. Luckily it was on the way home not on the way out. PJs and a hot drink proved the perfect remedy.

Today, on the other hand, the weather was beautiful. We had to get out of town so we checked out the map and headed for the Grand Union Canal. We opted for a route that would take us to several lakes used locally for fishing. We never quite made the lakes though, because this is what we stumbled upon:

St Peter’s Church, Stanton Low is a grade II listed ruin of a c1100 church.  Unfortunately, having suffered from vandalism and neglect  the tiny ruin is too dangerous to enter. Surrounded by dry stone walls, graves can still be seen hidden among the undergrowth. I would have really loved to explore it further by have to respect the decision to keep it off-limits.

The tree that accompanies the church reminded me of ‘The tree of the dead’ from the film – Sleepy Hollow.

We then headed further along the Grand Union Canal, dipping in and out of the woods as we walked. Our journey ended with a pint or two at The Black Horse, Great Linford – one of the most stunning, traditional pubs you can imagine. It is all oak beams and candlelight.  A lovely way to end a November weekend.

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November’s Full Frost Moon

Tonight, a crystal clear sky gave way to a brilliant full moon, resting upon a mere wisp of cloud. I don’t know if it’s just me but the clouds always seem to part when the moon is full as though they know they are not worthy of hiding such magnificence.

Tonight’s moon is known once again as the Hunter moon, Beaver moon or the Full Frost Moon. Because the nights are drawing in the moon seems lower and so much bigger than we’re used to. For all of winters failings the moon is not one of them.

Happy Moon Gazing.