What a magnificent colour! No wonder it has long been associated with royalty and high office.
With only just over thirty members and an extravagant Grade II listed Moorish building, the tiny Jewish community of Bradford have for many years been in despair about their finances - until the local Muslim community stepped in to help.
The grand-looking Reform synagogue, is on an unassuming street, between the Yorkshire Tandoori, Al-Hijaab Islamic Clothing and the Jamia Shan-E-Islam Educational Centre.
Built in 1880, it has long been under threat of closure, but several Muslim organisations in the city have pledged to stop it falling into ruin, with donors giving £2,000 to save the synagogue’s roof.
Camper Van, Somerset, England
photo via anna
One glance at this photo and the images in my head are multiplying, one on top of the other of the south coast of England, the smell of the sea, a cup of tea on the dash and music for the open road….
I think the big rugby win of England has gone to mings head. He’s very jolly posting sheep in the cat free zone of his blog, and I thought I would just balance things out a bit. Welcome to Cat’s Close in Culross, in Fife, the only Kingdom in Scotland. Cat’s close is “a long, narrow alleyway on a hill in the little town of Culross. Culross is an almost perfectly preserved example of a Scottish burgh of the 17th and 18th Centuries, thanks to the efforts of the National Trust. Witches were put on trial there so possibly the alley’s name has a witchcraft connection.”
(All credit for image to Arworks, click on source link for more information)
A collection of short stories from America, Morocco and London. The things ghosts get up too Bahahaha
What do ghosts get up to? Find out - follow the link!
For Kitty who’s feeling poorly and has a bigger heart than a small body can contain. I hope this cheers you, it’s an impressive image of a loved and familiar sight - you will get back home one day soon.
Grandeur and its expressions - one faded, past its former glory and allowing only a glimpse of the elegance and wealth that lived within these crumbling walls, the other made grand by its noble surroundings, ancient and steeped in history. I know where I’d rather dwell…
(Derelict house, Lancashire, lochside dwelling, Loch Achtriochtan, Glencoe. Click here for source.)
A derelict church is as sad place. The faith, hope and sacrifice lies with the crumbling plaster, discarded like yesterday’s news. I have yet to enter a church that feels more reverent than nature, but the architecture and collective purpose always impresses me.
(Abandoned church in Yorkshire. Click here for photo source.)
It’s the same every year; I’m working my way through a list of friends and family, picking up gifts as I go and then it happens - maybe it’s the pressure of trying to get the right presents, or the crowds and the short, dark days…all I know is every year I do it, capitulate and buy one gift for myself. I’m embarrased to admit it but it’s true.
This year it was an oxidised silver bangle from the Immortal Collection by Branwen Kemp. On each bangle there is a copy of an old Roman coin bearing a god or goddess, all of particular symbolism. I debated for some time, drawn to Equitas (equality and honour) but eventually settled on Felicitas (luck and prosperity), because I can use more of that. Branwen traveled to Bath and purchased the coins, making her casts from the originals. I’m not so sure about attracting prosperity, the bangle cost me more than a few pennies, I might have been better off buying a lottery ticket. Still, it’s worth it as I’m enjoying the jingle jangle of it on my wrist, and the notion of its very distant relationship to a facinating period of history.
To see more of Branwen Kemp’s jewellery, click here.
