My Badger is quite an unusual man, rather shy and introvert by nature. He has a good camera, and I asked him to bring it along to take some photos of our expotition. He did. He has some excellent snaps of Ampleforth Abbey (he visited it, but I sat out that dance as the monks at Ampleforth are super-busy):
and the ruins of nearby Byland Abbey:
some really good pics of a regular visitor to our lodge:
and a very clear shot of Stanbrook Abbey’s signboard with its graceful lettering, to show where we were:
He photographed the moss (because it was luxuriant and amazing)
and the grass (because it was starry with celandines):
and some clear water high up there in the hills, falling into a quiet pool.
He photographed our chalet, to show the family when we got home:
and the inside
He snapped Hebe and me walking to chapel at Stanbrook
And he then took a photograph of what I guess I had been expecting: some people talking to each other (that's Hebe on the left, me in the middle and the Badger on the right - and part of my boot):
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To be fair to the Badger, I think his sensitivity served him well on this occasion as, though we had such a happy time with the sisters at Stanbrook Abbey and at Thicket Priory, somehow taking photos would have introduced a stilted feeling and jarred the delight of our encounters.
So you will just have to imagine them!
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Oh, this was a duvet. My mama kindly gave us a super-duper soft snuggly ultra-warm duvet for the Garret. The one we had was not old, but only medium-warm; so we had it laundered then freecycled it.
