and a very Happy New Year to all of you.
For various reasons I haven’t been around for several weeks, I’ve missed you, and I’m sure you’ve all had a busy time as well. My time has been happy and also very sad, but I hope to be back to normal now.
Here are a few images from recent weeks.
I expect I’ll post a Wordless Wednesday tomorrow, it may even be wordy, and I’m finishing a poem. I’m anticipating some aches, pains and bruises tomorrow, because with the help of Flora and George, I slipped on the rocks at Sidmouth beach today. It was one of those slow motion moments where I thought I’d saved myself, but no, thought I’d saved myself a second time, but no, back I went, my skull missing rock by an inch. I could only laugh!
On the night of 3/4 May 1942, just after midnight, 20 bombers arrived over the town centre, and in 70 minutes devastated the town centre and Newtown area. Bombs fell in High St, Sidwell St and Fore St, starting fires in the houses and shops there, which were soon out of control. Fire brigade and emergency services struggled to tame the fires, under the threat of unexploded ordnance and despite strafing by German bombers. Reinforcements from the fire services at Torquay and Plymouth arrived to help; eventually 195 appliances and 1,080 personnel were employed to bring the fires under control, which was largely achieved by 5 May, though sporadic outbreaks continued until mid-day of 7 May. 30 acres of the city were devastated, 156 people were killed and 583 injured.
Cornforth, David (10 March 2014). “The Exeter Blitz – April and May 1942”. Exeter Memories. Wikipedia.
Fifty years later,
Time passes, things change and people heal.
It’s day eleven of Becky’s #timesquare challenge for December, and there’s still time to join in
A wander around Chandni Chowk, the little plant centre and then tea and cake – courgette and avocado, no photo sorry.
The café looks across to the castle, home to the Earl and Countess of Devon.
Now if they could have just move the cars and arranged for the deer to be at the fence . . .
Day 9 of Becky’s December square challenge, I haven’t managed each day, but she doesn’t mind. Today’s popped up by chance while I was at Powderham farm shop. I don’t think he knows whether it’s dawn or not though.
But he’s quite funky.
Becky has a clock today, along with some more metery things!
. . . in time from 1830 to 2018,
no wonder she looks so confused!
Becky’s in the blues today, in a good way that is, but she doesn’t know what time it is.
This photo was going to be my Wordless Wednesday, but I realised how it marked the passing of time.
When I was in my teens, I remember the archaeological dig in front of the cathedral, but I didn’t realise the significance of the Roman baths they exposed and then covered over. Now I wish I’d taken more notice. A few years ago, the city made a bid for lottery funding to open up the baths, but it failed, so I don’t suppose I’ll get to see them.
Becky has glowing square sunsets today!
I live in a very old city, the Romans arrived around 55 AD, and scared off the local Celtic tribe. They built a wall around the city they had named Isca Dumnoniorum and left a couple hundred years later. The wall, or about seventy per cent of it is still here. Impressive builders those Romans.
One of the good things about Facebook is all the local groups, one of the ones I follow, Exeter Memories is great for photos of Exeter in the past, it always provokes a lot of ooohs and aaahs and I remember that, but a couple of days ago there was a real treat.
The really talented Jerry Bird posted this photo in the group, and kindly gave me permission to post it here. He’s scanned a drawing of the ancient South Gate, from an old book on Exeter, and superimposed it onto a photo he took. The location, a not very appealing road into the city, was rebuilt quickly after the blitz and sadly looks nothing like this, except for the road markings and the car.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if it did?
Jerry has plans to create some more of these images and i can’t wait to see them.
Thank you Jerry for bringing history to life.
What’s the time Mr Wolf? Well, it’s somewhere around 1820 and last Sunday I travelled back in time to meet this lady and learn a little about a Regency house. The event was organised by a Heavitree Place and People a FB local history group, with the good lady below, from Interwoven Productions in charge of haunting.
Check out what Becky’s up to today for her #timesquare challenge.
It’s Leya’s turn this week and she’s picked a theme that could have a million different responses. It could be a regular challenge on it’s own. So, how to choose? really difficult for someone as annoyingly happy as me.
Going places, it just has to be what happiness is!
Can you see what made me happy?