Showing posts with label St. Albans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label St. Albans. Show all posts

Monday, April 08, 2013

Nov 2012: A steaming ride

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it was crisp early morning and I went off on a ride

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very quiet but sunny day

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riding through brickett wood

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stopped for the 1 hour break

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the sweat on my hat had frosted over and not sure if you can see it but it started to steam up, lol, most amusing

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i head off

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riding through these paths, the wet leaves were a bit of a challenge

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lovely views

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the environs around St. Albans are beautiful

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and you can see the sun beams

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you feel like taking them up in your arms and wrapping them around you

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beautiful indeed

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the sun was shining

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more sunbeams

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the forest floor covered with leaves

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tall solemn trees

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riding through woody tunnels

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it was clear, bracing and a joy to ride

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I reach Watford

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the leaves had dropped off the trees

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covering the ground

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the grass was all frosty

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not a place where I would like to roll around

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but the colours were lovely, all different shades.

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my usual place to take a break, at the lock

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what a lovely bridge

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this is my usual bike ride place, next to the canal

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with the rising sun reflecting on the cool misty waters of the canal

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lovely lovely lovely

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Oct 2012: Visiting the old Romans

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We wave a goodbye to the cathedral and then move down

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Its a lovely evening

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and the seagulls are squabbling away as usual

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driftwood

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A lovely lovely evening

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with the evening light falling on the trees

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We reach the museum. Its really a lovely building.

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Verulamium before the Romans.

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Its fascinating to see how histories work out. I never really imagined this span of history

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with bone fragments, buttons and the like

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equipment for horses, wheel parts, etc. etc.

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How a legionary was dressed

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this was one of the biggest roman towns around way back then

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and then the lady Boudicca revolted. It gives a shiver down the spine to remember that I live in the place where all those centuries back, there were huge armies sloshing back and forth, killing and maiming and fighting and and and

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Ma Baba wandering the little museum

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These extraordinary mosaics were found in the various houses

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very well displayed

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Nice work, no?

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floor mosaics

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There’s neptune, I need to speak to you about your daughter, grumbles.

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Coins

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Temple implements found in the vicinity

 

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Theatre stuff. heh. hello!

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A statue of Mercury

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And Venus.

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Hmmm, for a goddess, she isn't that well endowed, eh?

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A leather coffin

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that’s how the chap looked, his name is Postumus.

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He was buried around AD 200. Sleep well, mate.

 

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Some more Italians..

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Some very sad child graves. sighs. not good.

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By law, only children older than 40 days could be buried inside the walls of the town, these were graves found outside the walls. Can you imagine? a stony faced father laying his son/daughter down into the grave? these tiny bones are not just calcium, they held the promise of a snatched life, a ton of hopes and dreams and and and. And now they are a display in a museum. Rest in peace.

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skeletons found during the excavation.

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some of the grave goods found

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this was a child’s coffin

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Some toys and figurines.

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A diorama of how a roman room and household life could have looked like

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Another mosaic

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Some lovely jewellery.

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Brooches..

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It was getting cold and the day was getting old, Ma Baba were both getting tired. Sometimes I forget that they arent the spry 40 year olds running after me to wallop the tar out of me for being naughty. Nice little Museum. I have to remember to bring the kids here one day