Aug 2012: An interesting building which has no name

Another of those buildings which I have driven past zillions of times but never actually got a chance to sit and stare at it till i went biking around North West London.

its an imposing building all right, blocky but with the central pillar being made up of bricks.

If I didn't know better, i would have said that this belonged to a church or something.

The top has something faintly Italianiate about it no?

And then this weirdass structure on top, what on earth is that box like thing?

The stars made me think that this was a communist era building, no? lol

Boring windows

And then these were even more boring



 
Looking left and right on the busy A40. I'm riding on the pavement..

Aug 2012: When I went to the aquadrome

So in a rash moment, I decided to bike up to Rickmansworth and then noticed a strange sign, which said, Rickmansworth Aquadrome.

I panted and dribbled my way into this amazing place

Beautiful woods

With lovely biking paths

heh, the weed/flower combination

I ride slowly holding to the handle with one hand and other hand gingerly holding the camera

On the right, there is a little stream

Clear water…



One could imagine being a tiny fish and swimming in these crystal clear waters underneath these lovely warm green foliage.

Moving up the path.

Reflections off the water

My trusted ride





Peeking left and right from a tiny dock

Okeydokey, no entry it is.

Keep riding down

Lovely tree

Want to sit and paddle your feet with me?

One day I am going to take a tumble.

The woods are lovely long and deep?

I break out on the top of the lake

Why is there a submerged house there?

The waterski jetties

So that’s how its laid out

Fishermen camped out

It was a perfect day, I could have sat on this little dock and just loved watched the day go past

Nice eh?

My last view of the lake as I turn away



and then start exiting the aquadrome. Beautiful place.

Aug 2012: Visiting a tiny church in Molsoe

I went to Cranfield, one of my favourite universities to visit, after all, how many universities can boast of having an airfield on the campus, eh? While driving back, I noticed this great little church.

Parked the car in a little field and hopped out with my little camera, the gate was lovely, old old worked wood

heading into the churchyard

And veer right

the whole family together in death.

A family burial spot

A lovely thatched cottage, but what’s that on top?

lol, a thatched duck???!! but lovely thatch work.

back to the burial

separate plots and different kinds of graves. has quite a lot of family members in there.

Another burial plot but with an iron grillwork around it, sadly rusting away



its a very old churchyard…one way to figure this out is to look a the lean of the gravestones.

Another gravestone with some serious looking spikes on the top, what for?



I touched the ancient weathered stones and they spoke to me. It was lovely, hearing the soft susurration of the old voices whispering around the church graveyard.

this grave spoke to me as well, the moss cover gave it the look of ancient antiquity.

hmmm, ivy covered gravestones, very nice

The windows and door are very heavily worn away, one pane isnt repaired, the stone supports are clearly chipping off. But antiquity strikes everybody.

Looking back at the bell tower.

Looking back at the gently rolling countryside




this window has been recently repaired and the glowering clouds are reflected..

more recent graves, that’s what saddens me, nobody remembers you after about 50-70 years, then all you do is moulder away

Another sight of the bell tower with arrow slits.

the entrance

ancient ancient stones..

a grave which has been taken over by ivy, completely.

And the ivy is going up the tree as well. Looking like a girl doing handstands..

heading back to the gate

Looking back at the church.

The end window is big and bold although lacking detail as one would normally see in these types of churches.



With these two faces on each side..bit serious for masonry faces

Ivy is growing on these two stones as well.

gravestones moved to the fence, another sad thing, nobody remembers them but there is this residual thought that they need to be maintained, but not for long, in my experience, they disappear after 100 odd years…

quite a lot of empty space

looking back at the church, its a very pretty place

Walking back around the outside lane

Peering at the church over the fence

the family burial place



And there’s the adorable little thatched cottage.

Regretfully I went back to the car and took off. I could have spent more time there and with my bigger camera, but next time..