Buckland’s Cistercian Barn

Buckland abbey was founded in 1278 by Cistercian monks on land overlooking the tranquil Tavy valley. The monks were responsible for building the great barn, an impressive building which would have been a treasure store of produce grown on the large estate given to them by the then Countess of Devon, Amicia.

The abbey thrived for two hundred and fifty years until the dissolution of monasteries by Henry 8th and in 1541 the monarch sold Buckland to Sir Richard Grenville who converted it into a home, tearing much of it down, but unusually for the time the church was kept to become the main part of the house. Here is the great barn.

I’ll be back tomorrow with some photos of the garden.

Leading to Buckland Abbey

Today I’ve had the most lovely day out for my friends birthday! We went to a National Trust property across the other side of Dartmoor, Buckland Abbey, once the home of Sir Francis Drake. I think I will probably create several posts about it because I’ve just put 400 photos onto the PC. As I don’t know where to start with Buckland here are some photos of the journey across the moor. In the one with the smoke we were wondering if someone was swailing – controlled burning of heath to stimulate new growth, and now I’ve just seen on the BBC’s website that a few mile north there is a huge blaze covering six square kilometres. They don’t know how the fire started yet, swailing can be done until the second week of April, but with prior arrangement .The land is desperatle dry, I can’t remember seeing it look quite like it did today, so just the tiniest spark is all it takes, and the concern now is for nesting birds.. There are 100 firefighters at Chat Tor and they are being assisted by local commoners beating, I hope the fire in my photo, south east of there is quickly contained.

 

The Lazy Poets Thursday Poem, Seaside Supper

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my favourite ice cream entices me

 wrapped in woolly scarf and gloves

on an evening that looks like summer

 for a walk to Orcombe by the sea

a hoard of pulled along people

in the charge of manic dogs

young love displayed in the sand dunes

I wonder if they notice the view

of the waves tumbling and rattling

the shingle in their wake

or the gaggle of dark and white geese

resting on barnacled rocks and weed

the board paddling Poseidons hold me balanced

between entertainment and anxiety

as they reach the distant sand bank

then float on the current out to sea

hoping they won’t need the lifeboat

I find shelter from the wind

 sit back with my supper from Krispies

the best haddock and chips there could be

Maybe the Exeter Fountain?

Now I shouldn’t be blogging today but I saw this new sculpture on Friday, learnt a bit more about it today and need a fresh way to procrastinate instead of writing an assignment. Exeter hasn’t had a fountain for several hundred years, since the Great Conduit, an ornate fountain through which water was available to the public was demolished, but there have been whisperings.
Enter Simon Ruscoe, a talented local artist with a passion for public art. Simon has been working on a large scale sculpture collective, for many years hoping that one day it would be on permanent display in his city.
The sculpture below, one of the seven figures hand cut from steel is twenty feet high and it symbolises the difficult times we are living through. If placed in a fountain as Simon hopes, it reflects society’s struggle to keep our head above water, a group united as it strives to survive.
Art is meant to be thought provoking, but the local newspaper reports that this sculpture isn’t getting totally positive feedback. Among the comments are that it is too modern, the city should have a fountain recalling the blitz in 1942 as well as some positive comments. Well I personally love it, and I wish Simon Ruscoe luck with getting it permanently placed, preferably in Exeter. This is our chance to gain an icon as powerful as the Angel of the North or the Damien Hurst’s Verity, currently residing in Ilfracombe. If not, I’m sure that someone with insight and an open mind will welcome it.
Tell me what you think, would you like it in your city centre?

http://www.simonruscoe.co.uk to learn more.

An Easter Day Out, Saltram House Devon

A lovely National Trust property, Saltram has been overlooking the River Plym for three hundred years. If it looks familiar, it was one of the settings for 1995 film version of Sense and Sensibility. I didn’t go into the house today but the grounds were beautiful, well worth a visit if you’re in the Westcountry.

Weekly Photo Challenge: A Day in My Life

Sara Rosso created the Weekly Photo Challenge this week and asks us to show our day. I really hope that all of you had a more interesting one than I did, I’ve been flitting around getting things done so that I can play for the next three days! You can join in at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/03/29/photo-challenge-day-in-the-life/

So how was your day?

Lazy Poet’s Thursday Poem, Primrose

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Timid fragile flower with strength

to bear and thrive through frost

you push your way through compacted soil

to spread a sunshine blanket

under woodland canopy

where no sun shines

you remain pure along shoulders

of polluted carriageway

and in a cemetery of tombstones

 you stand alert and alive

your palest glow a greeting

that  follows with fragrance elusive

as your unfolding gown dallies

its subtle caress in green velvet folds