Yesterday I grabbed a little bit of sunshine and walked the dogs in towards town, with no particular plan. They aren’t very keen on the High Street, so I took a right and headed up Northernhay Street to the park. It was the first time I’ve been there for years and a perfect day for a peaceful stroll. Back in the days when I worked in the Civic Centre, it was a regular lunchtime spot in summer. When I was little and when my own children were, it was a favourite spot, along with the adjoining Rougemont Gardens, for roly-polys, so there I was again.
The first borders on my left were mostly new to me.
And I don’t remember this Paperbark Maple (Acer Griseum)
Time to walk up the steps
This is part of the old city wall.
But it feels like I’m walking in the woods.
One of the old gates, walking on past there are places to peep through.
Dido and Daisy prefer the shade and would like to run off into the trees, I like the sun on my face.
This wall cries out to stroked.
Ahh more steps!
But the view makes it worth it.
This is the entrance I was looking for. The path through Athelstan’s tower leads to Rougemont garden where you can walk inside the wall.
I didn’t linger in Rougemont, a sign said no dogs, but I ignored it long enough to spot the teenagers through the trees above.
And to get another angle on the tower.
Okay, time to follow the rules and back through to Northernhay. By the way the ‘hay’ part means field and we have Southernhay as well.
I walked up past the war memorial, to the little pond at the bottom of the slope.
When I was little there were goldfish that I loved to see, but no-one’s home now.
This is a short circular walk, part of the longer City Walk Trail, perhaps I’ll take one of the Redcoat Guide tours one day. For now I’m nearly back to the beginning, with the wall high above me. Northernhay is actually England’s oldest public space, it was created as a pleasure walk for local people in 1612, 400myears and still giving pleasure. I hope you enjoyed it, are you walking with Jo this Monday?
A last little bit of treasure.
Exeter’s history began nearly 2000 years ago, when the second Augustan Roman legion settled here in 55AD. A fortress was built overlooking the lowest crossing point of the Exe, known as Isca and manned by 6000 soldiers. An earth and timber rampart with a deep ditch in front protected the fortress.
Over the centuries the original grey volcanic rock was repaired using Heavitree Breccia, white Triassic sandstone and a pink Permian sandstone was used in the 17th century.
When the fall of the roman empire the city was pretty much abandoned and the land inside the wall returned to farmland, and little is known until Saxon times and from the 9th century the city grew quickly becoming one of the most prosperous in the country.
King Athelstan is credited with repairing the wall in time to withstand Viking attacks in 1001 AD and William the Conqueror in 1068 AD.
This photo is of a print I have, showing the city in the 17th century with the wall still intact, about seventy percent remains now. You should be able to click for a bigger view.
Cathedral Close, Exeter after a light meal at Cote, my current favourite brasserie. We crossed towards the cathedral, just because, and had a peep at this view.
Then turned along the green.
The lovely building on the left is Mols Coffee House, dated 1596.
We were heading back to the car, but I lingered long enough for some pics in the early evening light.
Then over the cobbles and away home.
With the Royal Clarence Hotel, supposedly the oldest hotel in England, in the background.
Gotta bounce on the suspension bridge!
For Jithin at Trablogger, who likes to find the beauty in the everyday.
Why not join in, here , you’ll even find some tips to start yo off.
Paula has a weekly challenge where she invites us to post an image on a different them each week and I’m joining in for the first time. I’ve been lurking for a few weeks but this time I couldn’t resist as I love street art.
This is a bit different, subtle instead of bold, it’s subdued colours portray a time when Topsham was a busy fishing port.
Paula can be found here if you’d like to join in.
Stands a unusual tribute
to George Harrison.Yes, it really is a wheelie in. Last year two guys campaigned for a little lane close to their home to be named, Blue Jay Way, after the George’s song. As well as the bin, they had a street sign made, and they’ve put pots of plants to cheer the area up.
The bin may be a mundane object, but I saw the beauty and thought I’d post for Phototrablogger’s Mundane Monday
The word “seasons” can also describe a period or phase of your life. If this context resonates with you, share an image that expresses the seasonality of life itself or the present season of your life.
This is Jen’s prompt for the weekly photo challenge over at the Daily Post. Everything I see outside my window is grey, and dank. Maybe this weekend there’ll be some sunshine. Meanwhile on Tuesday I went out for supper straight from work. Lots of you know that in summer, I often head to the coast after work for fish and chops and Pimms, I’m really looking forward for that season to begin.
This week was supper in town, in a lovely restaurant,
What can we see through the window, maybe a closer look.
The Cathedral looking beautiful at dusk.
The restaurant was nice, I wondered what it was like in the Christmas season.
After delicious food, we wandered up through Catherine Street, where the ruined chapel is lit up in the gloom.
We walked along Egypt Lane, past this colour changing window gap.
and a whole row of restaurants, with lots of outside seating, but it’s not the season for al fresco dining is it now?