Saltford Manor (built around 1148) is the oldest continuously inhabited house in the UK. 🇬🇧
People were sleeping in these bedrooms while the Crusades were happening. It survived the Black Death, the English Civil War, and WWII.
Inside, there are 13th-century wall paintings hidden behind plaster and a Norman window matching Hereford Cathedral.
The wildest part? It’s not a museum. The 900-year old house is still a private family home today. Imagine making morning coffee in a house that was around when Norman knights were plotting battles. 🤯
The English summer is certainly at it's height, although we are really not used to so many days of such high temperatures. In the countryside most fields are now the colour of thatched roofs and watering cans are the order of the day in gardens. It also seems to be the spider season! I currently have rather a lot of arachnid visitors, much to the delight of my blind cat, who seems to be able to hunt any little eight legs which are brave enough to scuttle by her!
Of course, there is always more to see in the Abbey Gardens and its immediate surrounds than I have been able to share here ... but before we leave, passing under, once again, the magnificent Abbey Gate, let's stroll back to the centre of the Great Courtyard and stand at the crossing point of the four intersecting paths. Turn around slowly and enjoy the sight ... first, the inner aspect of the Gate, and then pivotting clockwise enjoy the arbours of the Sensory Garden, the huge elegant trees swaying above the flowerbeds and the view down towerd the Dovecote and the River Lark. Then we see the distant ruins of the once towering Abbey Church, and the little incline up to to West Front, the ancient building buildings alongside it and, in, spring, the wild space for insects and foraging birds, and the carpet of early flowers bordering the final exit, back onto the bustling Angel Hill.
One bunch of cheeky residents I have not yet mentioned: the ever present colonies of grey squirrels, made fearless of human company by generations of visitors slipping them treats (not, strictly, allowed these days but, nevertheless, still surrepticiously given).
Perhaps, in bygone centuries, the Monks slipped tit-bits to their red cousins and to wheeling white doves rather than the pigeons. The Abbey bells may have rung out more often and more sweetly, for the "offices" of their daily lives, than the stately chiming of the present Cathedral bells. And just maybe, on a chilly winter evening, or an early summer dawn they still do ...
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@Ukrostap Не можу втриматись щоб не озвучити ще одне слово з тим же коренем:
dwywaith - двічі
(хоча воно не дуже пасує до ідеальної гармонії ваших сходів 🙃
Welcome to the church of St. Laurence , Bradford on Avon, Wiltshire. The only church Mouse has visited more than once and with good reason. Said to be almost entirely Saxon, although Mouse had her doubts. Mouse wonder if she'll change her mind #StLaurenceBradfordOnAvon#Wiltshire