Gustav Holst was born in Cheltenham, England in 1874 into a family of musicians. A rather sickly child, he grew up learning to play several instruments, including trombone, in the hope that it would help his asthma. He taught music throughout his life, but is best known for his Planets suite. I’m sure you will agree he is gone but not forgotten. Holst died of heart failure in 1934 and his ashes were interred at Chichester Cathedral, Sussex. My photo for the challenge is of a memorial stone in the cathedral.
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. . . it’s still autumn here in the gentle south west of England, so you wont’ find any snow flakes yet.
At the weekend, I went strolling through the graveyard kicking at the leaves.
Looking skywards towards russet, greengold and naked tree tops
Beech leaves were at my feet
Oak was at eye and ankle level
I turned back the way I came and this little beauty was along the path
and as if there wasn’t already enough magic
an extra gift of treasure.
This is my first go at a Monday walk for Jo, find her here in Hartlepool,
***It seems that we can’t choose when the snow falls on WordPress this year!***
After a few hours shopping in Totnes yesterday, I really needed a sit down with a hot drink and a cake. So my friend and I went to the Green Café, ordered hot chocolate, and a rock cake to share. While we were waiting I spotted this sign http://www.kascare.org/ and thought okay I can do that. Then the drinks arrived Or rather the ingredients So I had to stop knitting and start mixing
The rock cake was pretty good as well but it wasn’t around long enough for a photo :-)
Photos are visual spaces where shapes and lines, objects, and people come together, says Ben Huberman at the Daily Post and he asks for photos with the theme of ‘Converge’. I find the bronze age stone rows on Dartmoor fascinating, imagine the people that created these way back in time. My photo shows some of the stone rows that converge at the top of the hill above Scorhill circle heading towards Batworthy and Fernworthy.