Cotehele is a Tudor manor house built between 1485 and 1539, high above the banks of the river Tamar in Cornwall. It was owned by the same family- the Edgcumbes,for six hundred years and is one of the best preserved Medieval manors in the country. They rebuilt the original 13th century property, before creating an even grander home a few miles away at Mount Edgcumbe, so Cotehele was little used and hardly changed over the centuries. The house became National Trust property in 1947 in lieu of death duty.
Today I’m showing you some of the armoury to be fond in the Great Hall.
And some other items I liked.
I’ll be back in a few days with some more photos of the house and garden.
I’ve had a really lovely weekend, full of creativity and sunshine. Yesterday I went to a National Trust property just over the border in Kernow – Cornwall. They say that Cotehele probably originated around 1300 but most of the building took place in the late 15th century. I’ll post some more photos later but meanwhile here’s a little squint. A squint is a small peephole built into a wall, so that that owner could look down on other rooms to check what people were up to, they were often added in mediaeval times. At Cotehele this on looks down on the Great Hall.
‘A place reveals itself on its streets, from pedestrians strolling during lunch time, to performers entertaining tourists on sidewalks, to the bustle of local markets, and more. Whether you’re shoveling snow from your own driveway or walking a familiar route to work or getting lost in a foreign city, a snapshot of a street (or road or path) can tell a tale.’ So says Cheri Lucas Rowlands over at the Daily Post.
I’ve chosen street life from four different countries, each with many tales to tell.
The first is my own city, Exeter, in England.
Fiumefredo in Sicily.
Okohia, my ancestral village in Nigeria
The last one is in New Delhi.
Click for a bigger view and join in with the challenge at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/28/street-life/
Winding its oak way
gently piercing through the sky
for three hundred years
She scrambles through the memory door,
with care for the height ascending
heavenwards through the Majorelle sky,
to sit, watching from her balcony,
from her sun-dazzled rooftop seat.
A spectator of unfolding beach drama,
and the tides that turn on loving couples,
with swift momentum on the old.
Hair chopped, scrolled, bleached white
her Rapunzel days are over,
no handsome prince will rise to rescue
his dragon heart fell cold.
This post is for http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/03/25/bastets-pixelventures-march-25-2014/ challenge this week which is UP.
Julia says, ‘The prompt this week is:
You can take it anywhere you like but only use 100 words.’
Here are mine.
The familiar smell of coach station enveloped me and I pressed my nose against the window hoping to see another self. Nothing. The little belly flutters shifted up a notch, more like a train in a tunnel now. I realised I had to move from my seat, I was last.
There were many black faces in Birmingham coach station, but one stood out.
‘Sis,’ said the big black bear as he wrapped me up. I felt shy as I raised my eyes to meet his, but there was the mirror I’d waited so long for, in the eyes of my newly found brother.
In 1808 Sir Thomas Acland built a rustic summerhouse for his wife Lydia in the grounds of their estate at Killerton. Two generations later, their grandson shipped a bear over from Canada and kept it as a pet. The summerhouse became the Bear’s Hut and has been known as that ever since. Now it’s the highlight of a visit for children, on Saturday I sheltered from a shower of rain, but I’d like to have a tea party there!
Yesterday at Killerton I walked to the lake to try to get a better reflection shot for the Weekly Photo Challenge. It didn’t work, two lovely but irritating geese put paid to that idea, gliding around rippling up the water as if they owned the place!
I waited a while,
but they weren’t going anywhere,so this is as good as it got.
Oh well I needed that extra 100 metre walk through the mud 🙂
The weather forecast got it wrong this morning, so I walked the dogs and then took my camera to Killerton to make the most of the unexpected sunshine. I’ve taken you before, for the Christmas decorations and a fashion exhibition, but this time I wanted to see how the grounds were looking in their spring costumes.
The Magnolia blossom was spectacular
Everywhere you look, flowers both woodland and cultivated
Shrubs and assorted loveliness!
Killerton is a National Trust property a few miles east of Exeter, I hope you enjoyed your spring walk.