5 posts tagged “chichester”
Whilst I was at the Little Big Cats workshop, I did have one go at using the video option on my Nikon D90.
I’m not a dab hand at using the video option yet, which means there is a little blurring in the middle, but I thought you might all like to see the one I shot. This is ‘Tiny’ washing his paws. It’s just like our Phoebe – but forty-five times heavier.
Little Big Cats - Lions from Richard Gillin on Vimeo.
Whilst I’m at it, a video of Mum & Dad’s cat visitor from when we were down there a few weeks back.
"Thomas" from Richard Gillin on Vimeo.
Down to Chichester for a sunny weekend with Sarah. Mum & Dad’s cute cat visitor came to visit again and seemed to welcome some fresh faces to cuddle him – not to mention fresh laps to sit on.
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After that, a trip round the Cathedral:
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Dinner that evening at The Earl of March in Lavant. I recall this place from my youth as being a scruffy sort of pub, with little reputation, then as an empty boarded up place. I’d not really paid it much attention since 2007 though when it was acquired by Giles Thompson, the former Executive Head Chef of the Ritz. And now the food is delicious and tasty, the place is well presented, and service attentive and polite. I had fillet of West Sussex beef with rosti potato, spring greens, wild mushrooms & peppercorn sauce followed by sticky toffee pudding with toffee Sauce and vanilla Ice Cream. Recommended. That just left us with time on Sunday morning for a walk from Emsworth to Langstone, finishing with a pint (well, Sarah had an apple juice – she was driving) sat on the wall by the Royal Oak soaking up the sun and watching Muffin the Westie running around. Recommended if you’re anywhere in the Chichester area looking for a good meal.
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... for enjoying a nice pint of Sussex ale...
These were taken in the garden - but where, Simon, is it?
Show us your favorite sunset picture.
Submitted by B. Mag.
I was sure we'd been asked this question a while back, but it appears not! My memory is failing me - must be old age. The picture above is of Dell Quay, a small hamlet in Chichester Harbour, West Sussex. It is a picture I've actually got hanging on public display in the local hospice which has a gallery of photos of local scenes. More importantly, the picture was taken sitting in a pub garden with a pint!
I quite like the one below of Southend as well:
And this one which reminds me of our first holiday together - over the Bay of Sorrento:
What is one of your favorite poems?
Submitted by marvel is my pen name.
An Arundel Tomb, by Philip Larkin. The tomb in question is in Chichester Cathedral - my parents live in Chichester - there's a picture at the end of the post.
Side by side, their faces blurred,
The earl and countess lie in stone,
Their proper habits vaguely shown
As jointed armour, stiffened pleat
And that faint hint of the absurd -
The little dogs under their feet.
Such plainness of the pre-Baroque
Hardly involves the eye, until
It meets his left-hand gauntlet, still
Clasped empty in the other; and
One sees, with a sharp tender shock
His hand withdrawn, holding her hand.
They would not think to lie so long.
Such faithfulness in effigy
Was just a detail frends would see:
A sculptor's sweet commissioned grace
Thrown off in helping to prolong
The Latin names around the base.
They would not guess how early in
Their supine stationary voyage
The air would change to soundless damage
Turn the old tenantry away;
How soon succeeding eyes begin
To look, not read. Rigidly they
Persisted, linked through the lengths and breadths
Of time. Snow fell, undated. Light
Each summer thronged the glass. A bright
Litter of bird-calls strewed the same
Bone-riddled ground. And up the paths
The endless altered people came
Washing at their identity.
Now, helpless in the hollow of
An unarmorial age, a trough
Of smoke in slow suspended skeins
Above their scrap of history,
Only an attitude remains.
Time has transfigured them into
Untruth. The stone fidelity
They hardly meant has come to be
Their final blazon, and to prove
Our almost instinct almost true,
What will survive of us is love.
