Dublin in Detail (2002)

Dublin, St. Stephen's Green

Dublin, St. Stephen’s Green

Continuing on my adventures for my first visit to Ireland in 2002, we’re setting out from Cobh, near Cork, to Dublin this morning by train, under gray skies.  We got to Dublin about 2:30 and took a cab to the Harcourt Hotel in Harcourt street. Great Hotel! I think it was a former home of George Bernard Shaw, or  has Shaw connections anyway. It’s expanded into a building next door as well, where our rooms were. The hotel is just a couple of blocks south of  St. Steven’s green and right across the street from the Garda headquarters (police). They have a pub where they lay out the buffet breakfast in the morning, a small restaurant and a dance bar as well. There is a resident’s bar called Barney Google’s where traditional Irish music is played most nights as late as there are patrons to play for. We took advantage of that!

My friend and cow0rker, Carole, has spent the last couple of days on her own in Dublin and met us at the hotel when we arrived. Through the rest of the day, 6 other friends were arriving from various locations in Ireland and the northwest of England. We set up a time to meet in the hotel pub for 7 tonight for drinks.

In the meantime, there was Dublin to get a first look at. Carole and I and Eoin, the first of the others to arrive, headed out and down Harcourt Street that led right into Grafton Street. Lunch was a priority and we ended up in a cafe in the top floor of the St. Stephen’s Green shopping center, a lovely glass roofed structure with lots of light streaming in.

Dublin, St. Stephen's shopping centre

Dublin, St. Stephen’s shopping centre

Grafton street is a pedestrian shopping area with some lovely stores, an upscale department store called Brown Thomas, and lots of cafes and restaurants including the famous Bewley’s. I suppose we should have gone there for lunch but as we really are unfamiliar with the city, what did we know? After a bit of window shopping along the street, we went over to Dawson street, which is parallel, to examine the lovely St. Anne’s church which seems to have associations with a number of famous former Dubliners including Bram Stoker of Dracula fame! The church didn’t seem to be open so we walked onwards.

Next, a look at the Mansion House, former home of the Lord Mayor since 1715 but now used for civic functions. Also on the grounds is a lovely looking and probably expensive restaurant.  We headed back south and came to St. Stephen’s Green which is really lovely. It was an ancient common land but enclosed in the 18th C. and laid out in it’s present form as a Victorian park in the 1870s. There are ponds, gazebos, flower beds, lots of ducks, statues and lots of trees, bushes and memorials.

Back to the hotel to freshen up before meeting the rest at 7 with hugs and renewals of acquaintances all around.  We made reservations at an American restaurant, TGI Fridays, just across from Stephen’s Green so we all walked down there en masse. The restaurant was really busy and even though we had reservations they weren’t ready for us for over 3/4 hour and we didn’t end up getting our food until 10! Luckily, they have an extensive cocktail menu. Ahem.

We were all relaxed and enjoying ourselves just the same then back to the Harcourt and the resident’s bar. We got stuck in to drinks and later an old friend of Rose’s arrived. A musician. Rose is a singer, and has sang in bars and pubs for many years on and off. She and her friend Martin entertained us with some traditional Irish melodies and her voice is absolutely stunning! It really topped off the evening. I went to bed about 2 though I believe some of the others went on a few more hours.

Saturday’s weather is going to cooperate again today, a bit sunnier than yesterday too. Breakfast was a buffet in the pub of the hotel, the usual full cooked fare. We all scattered around 11 to pursue our own interests, planning to meet back at the bar for about 6 tonight.

Carole and I planned to walk around the city to see some of the major sights. Well, as much as our feet can stand at least! The centre of Dublin is not that large and it’s flat so walking is easy. Down to Grafton Street, we paused a couple of times to watch some buskers performing.

Grafton Street, Dublin

Grafton Street, Dublin

We walked down Exchequer Street west of Grafton and came upon a huge old building that may have been a treasury building perhaps but which contains a covered market now. It’s very hip, funky, with books, records, cd’s, clothes that were gothic and flowing, lots of inventive jewelry and organic food kiosks. I bought a small bag of Turkish Delight, amazed that it actually comes in so many flavours! Carole purchased some dried lavender so her suitcase will smell lovely!

Again we walked, looking for Dublin Castle. I think we ended up walking around the back of the compound that houses the castle and a few other buildings but we came upon Christchurch Cathedral first and as that was on our list to investigate, we navigated across the busy corners to the cathedral close.

Dublin- Christchurch tiled floor

Dublin- Christchurch tiled floor

The cathedral has the most marvelous tiled mosaic floor, in dark cinnamon reds, terra cottas,  black and white and which matched quite the loveliest baptismal font I’ve ever seen.  Inset into the cobbled surroundings are paving stones imbedded with ancient brass artifacts discovered in architectural digs and there’s the foundations of an old chapter house. There’s a foot bridge across a street to Synod Hall where the Dublinia attraction is. This is a museum on the history of medieval Dublin. That would have been fun to see as well but we wanted to cover more ground.

Leaving there, we headed down Lord Edward Street and stopped for a cup of tea at a small cafe called Munchies right next door to a very unusual craft shop called Whichcraft (I’ve Googled it and it looks like it might still be there). The items are unique, modern art and are all made by Irish artisans. There’s a larger showroom across the road and down a side alley but that had all the really upscale more expensive things. Far above our budget though the first shop was reasonable.

Dublin Castle Bedford Tower

Dublin Castle Bedford Tower

We found Dublin Castle near the city hall. The castle is now mainly offices though I think you can go into a few of the buildings to see the paintings and ceilings. There’s an old Norman tower, a gatehouse tower, an old chapel and state apartments in the compound. On the other side, where we discovered some edifices of the castle painted shocking colours like blue and yellow and green (ugh!) was a circular lawn with a celtic knot tiled into it and then a cafe built in a castle looking structure which I guess was built to reflect the real thing. There’s the Chester Beattie library that has some lovely paintings in it as well (and public washrooms and some benches of which we availed ourselves to rest our feet again)

We headed down a side street on the edges of the Temple Bar area towards the river and noticed a sign pointing to an enclosed courtyard hosting a gourmet market! Most goods were organic, with cheese, meat, baked goods, pies and quiches, fruit and veg on offer. People were milling about eating things like pancakes with fresh cream, bananas and Bailey’s Irish Cream poured in!

Down to the River Liffey which looked desperately filthy with a lot of debris floating in it. It’s lined on both sides with brightly painted buildings along side some really large official edifices like the Four Courts and the Custom House. The river is crossed by a number of bridges, both vehicle and pedestrian, including a very pretty one with white painted wrought iron decoration called the Ha’penny bridge, which is what the toll to cross it used to be.

Dublin's Ha'penny Bridge

Dublin’s Ha’penny Bridge

Pictures taken and then we headed into Temple Bar proper, an old quarter of Dublin, now filled with  restaurants, pubs, a few hotels, and lots of tourist shops. Streets are narrow and cobbled, buildings have bright signs and murals on the walls. Temple Bar is also very near Trinity College so there are a lot of  young people in this area of the city. There are squares with performers and street vendors. We wandered awhile then  decided we would get a taxi back to the hotel even though it wasn’t all that far to walk. Our feet hurt and we wanted a rest and a cuppa before the evening’s get together.

Dublin looks a little run down around the edges in places but it’s very colourful and vibrant. There are startlingly large ornate buildings and churches that spring out at you as you come around a turn in a street or glance down a side road or alley. They look all the bigger because most of the buildings aren’t that high. There isn’t a lot of green around but there are some large leafy parks and squares around. There are more cobbled streets than I expected, not just the pedestrian areas. We’ve seen the more formal St. Stephen’s Green but have not been on Trinity Campus or Merrion Square where Oscar Wilde’s former home is and a lot of the famous Georgian architecture stands.

I know there just is not going to be enough time to take it all in. We don’t want to exhaust ourselves though we’re pretty tender this afternoon! I don’t know if we’ll get to the north side of the Liffey where there is more Georgian architecture but the Globus orientation tour next weekend will probably takes us around some of O’Connell Street at least.

Rose made a reservation at a restaurant in Temple Bar but not until 9 o’clock and most of us didn’t want to wait that long because likely *if* we got sat down then, we still might not have eaten until a good while later. She, Mal and Rosalind decided to go there anyway and the rest of us walked down into Grafton street to try our luck. This isn’t always recommended because the restaurants and pubs in Dublin of a Friday and Saturday night are usually heaving and difficult for larger groups to get tables. We ended up at Captain America, another American restaurant but this one looked like a version of the Hard Rock Cafe with music memorabilia all over the walls. We had a little wait at a very crowded bar but were able to sit all together. The food was really good and the service was excellent!

On the way there, at the corner of Grafton by St. Stephen’s Green there was a bank of horse and buggies. Annie and I looked at them and then at each other with the same idea and on the way back, about 10:30, we broached the idea of a buggy ride to the others. Eoin and Carole decided to join us and the rest headed back to the hotel for a spot in the resident’s bar.

We opted for a half hour tour around the area, with an enjoyable running commentary by the youngish driver. We saw the area around Merrion and Fitzwilliam squares with the lovely famous Dublin doors, the large museums and government buildings, and the Grand Canal. We even got a ride right to the door of the Hotel! Can’t beat that and it really did feel magic, wrapped in a blanket against the cold night air, with the echo of the horse’s hooves on nearly empty streets.

The musicians on tonight at Barney Google’s were especially talented though didn’t sing as much. We had a comfy corner with sofas but the only down side was that the smoke didn’t circulate very well (this was before the smoking ban in pubs and restaurants) and it settled over us. Rose, Mal and Rosalind got back later after midnight after having a blast at a pub in Temple bar. Dancing was involved, I gather.  Not long before Carole and I decided to head to bed, Rose’s friend Martin from the night before arrived along with some others carrying instruments so I think they were settling in for another stretch but we were shattered with all the walking and fresh air. (and Guinness! Did I mention I have developed a taste for Guinness? It’s lovely, really!) Annie came upstairs with us for a visit and to clear her lungs of the smoke as well before bed.

Most of us made it up for breakfast for our last morning together and then five of us made our way around the corner to the antiques fair which was in the old gymnasium of Newman House. That was part of the old Catholic university of Trinity and now the University college. We had seen a sign at the intersection all weekend advertising the sale for Sunday morning and we were not disappointed!

Oooh it was lovely! Lots of linen, jewelry, china and other odds and sods of memorabilia packed into the two aisles and what looked like the stage area. I bought some old linen and a really interesting ring and Carole bought some jewelry as well.

We all converged back at the bar in the hotel at 1:00 p.m. for a goodbye drink and a Show And Tell for our morning’s purchases and activities.  We had lots of laughs, hugs, tears (that would be me!) and a group photo taken. We scattered in taxis, some to the airport, train stations and Carole and I to the Jurys Montrose which is out in a posh suburb of Donnybrook opposite the Royal College of Dublin. We were going on a bus tour and due to join the included orientation tour of the city at 3:00 and we just made it with about 20 minutes to spare once we got checked in.

That afternoon and the rest of the week were spent with the bus tour and that’ll be posted in parts soon.


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WordPress Challenge – Reward

This week’s WordPress Challenge is Reward. I love to travel and I love to take photos. One very often has the reward of the other, that is to say, traveling and wandering around by foot or car often uncovers a stunning view or interesting photo.

Taking a wrong turn in the Peak District uncovered this view:

Peak District, Derbyshire, nr Eyam

Taking a back road and following the GPS through an uncharted cow track gave us this one:

Somewhere near Castlefield, in the Peak District National Park

Discovering an off-the-beaten track very old library in a music school in Manchester city centre brought us here:

Cheatham’s Library, at Cheatham’s Music School, Manchester

I have made many friends via the internet, mainly on the Coronation Street chat rooms and boards over the years and that’s had its rewards as well. I’ve had lots of new places to visit, people to stay with or to hang out with and a few of those friends have particular connections that have allowed me to have the privilege of visiting the set where my favourite show was filmed for over 50 years.

On the cobbles


Cobh, Ireland, a brief visit

View of Cobh harbour

View of Cobh harbour

For the first of my blog posts for Irish Month aka Begorrathon, I bring you my visit to Cobh, a small town near Cork city in Ireland. This visit took place in the spring of 2002. I flew from Canada to Manchester for a few days with some friends before heading over the Ireland.

Cobh (pronounced “cove”) is a small town on one of the islands in Cork City’s harbour, It used to be called Queenstown, named after Queen Victoria and was the embarkation point for thousands of Irish who emiigrated during the Great Famine of the 1840s. There’s also a Titanic connection as it was the last port of call before the liner headed off across the North Atlantic, ultimately meeting its icy cold fate.

There’s a Heritage Center, a nearby wildlife preserve on Fota Island, a lovely cathedral and lots of lovely shops, pubs and monuments scattered around the picturesque and sometimes *very* steep streets that are lined with brightly painted buildings and houses.

I visited here in the spring of 2002 because my friends Rose and Mal live here with their son Jack. I flew from Manchester to Dublin on Aer Lingus and took a shuttle bus to Heuston train station. It was an enjoyable trip because it afforded me my first look-see of Dublin. The bus came through the north side of the city and along the River Liffey. Interesting to see the different styles of buildings. They don’t usually have a lot of flourishes, architecturally. Some brick, some stone, many plaster covered with bright paint. Not much neon. Instead, shop fronts are painted very brightly with floodlights over the signs.

The train journey was uneventful, and on time as it wound it’s way south through farmland, much of which I couldn’t see anyway because of the banks and hedges beside the tracks. Muffling the sound and keeping the cows and sheep from wandering onto the tracks I shouldn’t wonder.

View of Cobh and the cathedral

View of Cobh and the cathedral

Rose met me at the cafe at the station then they took me to a recently refurbished restaurant/ pub on the Island outside of Cobh. No worries in Ireland bringing children into pubs. They seem to be quite welcome, at least in the daytime. Didn’t see any in the evenings. It’s not that common in the UK, though pubs will have family rooms for dining. Licensing laws have relaxed there and you can bring children into a pub but it’s not that common.  The food was good in the Elm Tree as was the beer.

Later I got checked into the Atlantic Inn, a B&B right on Cobh’s lovely waterfront but is closed now. My room overlooked the harbour. From the third floor (that’s fourth to North Americans). No lift. Needless to say I made sure I had everything with me when I went down to breakfast in the mornings so I didn’t need to climb up more than necessary !  The Hotel was very nice with breakfast included. I got settled in, and then Rose came back for me later and we went to hers for our dinner, drinks and a chat. At the time, they lived in an old cottage just outside of town but have since bought a bigger house in the town itself. The cottage really is nice, with stone walls inside.

Back to the hotel for a night’s kip. I did find the room cold when I checked in but I mentioned something to them before I went out and it was marginally warmer when I came back. It’s started off nice and sunny the next morning, the view over Cork harbour where the Island is situated was panoramic in the crisp morning sun. One good thing about being on the top floor, the view is great!

Rose was running a bit late so I took the opportunity to walk along the waterfront taking photos. A group of kids of various ages  were getting two small sailboats sails ready to launch in very businesslike fashion. I later saw the red sails glinting out on the harbour most of the morning. There’s a military base across the harbour and I saw a couple of ships sail out. I didn’t realize Ireland had a navy.

Cobh coloured houses

Cobh coloured houses

The houses and buildings here are squared, plastered and with very little adornment. They are painted brightly with what is probably a concerted effort that no two houses side by side are the same colour. The window casements are painted a contrasting colour and gleamed in the morning sun. There are LOTS of pubs, over 40, Rose says, mostly in the downtown area. There are lots of shipping liner references. In addition to the Titanic connection, the Lusitania victims are buried in an old cemetery on the outskirts of the village. The Lusitania was sunk off Ireland’s shore in 1915, three years after the Titanic went down near Newfoundland. There is a restaurant that was renovated with a Titanic theme with the bar was remodeled on one of the bars in the Titanic.

Rose picked me up and we headed for the cathedral, which is just a few blocks up from the waterfront and dominates the skyline of the town. The cathedral is dedicated to St. Colman and was built between 1868 and 1925. The floor is parquet but up the aisles is a tile mosaic made to look like a Celtic knot runner carpet. Really nice! A couple of places, entrance ways through to side chapels, have swastikas worked into and around the knotwork but back when the cathedral was built the swastika was considered a good luck symbol! The view from the Cathedral yard over the town and harbour was fabulous!

We decided to go for lunch at the golf club on Fota Island, a 780 acre island that used to be an estate owned by the Smith-Barry family. The island now contains a golf course, a wildlife park and gardens and the old estate house. Later, Rose had an appointment so left me at the gates of the wildlife park.

Fota Island onyxes and giraffes

Fota Island onyxes and giraffes

I spend an enjoyable hour or so walking the paths along side the enclosures and watching the animals. Most of the enclosures are open with just a fence around the perimeters. The cheetahs had a higher fence and the eagle was caged in but the rest could roam around. My favourites were the giraffes! I could have watched them all day. They seem to move around in slow motion, only awkward when they attempt to get up off the ground or reach down to the grass.

I walked through the arboretum and past the rose gardens to the estate house (a separate entrance fee) whose main feature is some wonderful plaster work on the ceilings which are restored to the Regency period. The house was an 18th c. hunting lodge and later enlarged in the early 19th c. by Richard and William Morrison, a father and son team of architects. There isn’t much furniture in the house but there are interactive displays on things like the house’s history and hidden nooks and crannies. The kitchens had lots of copper pots and a big contraption that is used to hang the proceeds of the day’s hunting, birds mainly.

Rose met me and on the way back across the bridge to the island that Cobh is on, we stopped for a photo op of Belvelly castle that’s just sitting there on the side of the road!  Ireland has hundreds of these tall square castle towers dotting the countryside, some intact, some mere shells and some in a state somewhere in between. Belvelly is unsafe to go into now.  Rose thinks it might be Norman and it does have narrow cross openings like those used to fire arrows through. Nearby is an old Martello Tower as well.

We then went back downtown to the Titanic bar for a drink and I tried my first real Irish Guinness and surprisingly I really liked it! I had tried it once years ago in England and wasn’t fussy on it at all. The bar has lots of pictures from the Titanic and from it’s construction and some lovely antiques and memorabilia around the walls and behind the bar.

Back to Rose’s, for a lovely lasagna and garlic bread. Got back to the hotel around 11 and all that fresh air today is making me sleepy!

Museum at Cobh

Museum at Cobh

My last day in Cobh started with a clear blue sky though a little cool. After breakfast I walked down to the Queenstown museum. There’s a statue outside the exhibit building of a woman named Anne Moore with her two brothers. In 1892, on January 1, she was the first immigrant processed through the brand new facility on Ellis Island, New York. Inside, I bought a pin at one of the giftshops.  The design is a not quite closed circle with a staff or something (not a sword) crossing it. It’s called a Tara design and symbolizes the ancient high kings of Ireland who’s seat of power was a place called Tara.

I had time to wander through the exhibits this morning. They are set up in three eras. The first focuses on the convict transports and the second, the era of and explores the conditions on board.  In the middle of the 19th c. the potato famine drove emigration into the millions. Between emigration and death, Ireland’s population halved during the course of just a few decades.

The beginning of the 20th c. led into the steam liner era for both emigration and transatlantic transport for business, holiday etc. Many liners called at Queenstown as their last port before the crossing. There were  artifacts, passenger and supply lists, posters, photographs and video exhibits. There were reconstructions of state rooms and lots of information printed on display boards.

barryscourtcastleI came back to the hotel to have a cup of tea in my room and having a rest. I am feeling a little off today, but a rest and a restoring cuppa made a difference so I was brighter by the time Rose arrived. We picked up her mother and got on the road into rural County Cork to Barryscourt Castle, another of the square tower castles. Unlucky day for us though, it was closed Thursdays!  Guess what today is? Yep. Too bad because it looked like there was a lovely little tea room on the grounds. I think the interior of this castle is open to the public normally.

Back out into the countryside, blue skies and rolling  hills to the Stephen Pearce pottery showroom near the factory in Shanagarry. Pearce’s signature design is unglazed brown with a white glaze trim. I very nearly bought a small bowl and napkins but Rose says the shop at Blarney is huge and had really good prices on everything. I’m taking a bus tour next week and that’s going to be one of the stops.

After a search for a loo, we drove into a town called Middleton, a busy little spot, for a late lunch. We went to a small Italian restaurant called Leonardo’s, a long narrow eatery with two long rows of tables. I had something fairly heavy so I didn’t have to have anything for my supper.

I found out some of the meanings behind the more common place names in Ireland, many of which have common prefixes or suffixes. There’s “carraig” meaning “rock”, “Bally” meaning “town” and “Kil” meaning “church”. “Lough” is “lake”, similar to “loch” in Scotland and pronounced much the same.

Tonight Rose, Mal and I went to a performance in the Sirius  Arts Center on the waterfront. The artist performing is a singer/songwriter called Mick Hanley. The building used to be the Royal Cork Yacht Club which was also the first and oldest yacht club in the world. Mick Hanley is a country/folk singer with a fantastic voice. He played a very entertaining acoustic set, just he and his guitar and his songs all had stories.  We three met a couple of Rose and Mal’s friends across the road in the Pillars bar which was built inside a building that may possibly have been a church at one time but which has large pillars out front.

Back to the hotel to make sure everything is packed up and it’s off to Dublin tomorrow morning where Rose, Mal and I are joining seven other friends for a weekend in Dublin. Then I’m going on a bus tour around the Republic of Ireland with one of those friends.

Cobh is a pleasant town. It’s well worth a side trip from nearby Cork where cruise ships often dock, as well. I haven’t actually spent any time in Cork other than seeing the train station and by all accounts, it’s an interesting city so that will have to wait for another time.

Begorrathon – March, the month for the Irish

Greene's, Dublin's oldest bookstore

Greene’s, Dublin’s oldest bookstore

I saw something called Begorrathon, via Tranquil Dreams’ blog. They’re running a theme month for March, the month of St. Patrick’s Day for any bloggers to join in posting anything and all to do with Ireland. It can be books, movies, recipes, travels (yay!), and any aspect of Irish culture, really. There’s a Facebook page, as well. The rules are to post the badge in your blog sidebar, which I’ve done, and then any time you post something related to the topic, let them know. (You can see the posting rules on the blog link above, should you want to join in or just follow and read.)

So yes. I think I shall. I’ve already done a “Traveling through the movies” on Ireland (Leap Year) so I’ll send them that link come March.  I have been to Ireland twice, once on a weekend in Cobh and Dublin and one other time on a bus tour. I think i’ll dig out my old travelogue and post it in parts, uploading it throughout the month. I’ve also written a few other random posts on Ireland so they’ll work in with the theme as well.

Ireland is a beautiful country and I would certainly love to return there. My future husband has only been once, just for a wedding and couple of days in Cobh but he has some good friends living on the Ring of Kerry. We’d love to go to Ireland and do a road trip around the countryside some day.

Begorrathon starts March 1 and I’ll be posting through the month. The Irish literature focus is on 746 Books, and the film, tv and other miscellania will be on Raging Fluff.

A Word a Week – Frame

Framing a photo is one of the tricks of making a photo more interesting. It can give the photo persepective and draw the eye into it. You’ll often see photos with bits of lacy branches around the sites or top. I do that often. There are other ways to frame a photo, though. Even just a wall or hedge along the bottom works, as does a view through a window.

While looking through my photos, instead of the classic framing with trees, etc. I came across some photos from a visit to the restored and historic Fortress of Louisbourg in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. Louisbourg was a French fort that passed hands back and forth with the English over a couple of centuries during various wars. The French finally ceded it to the English but it eventually fell into disrepair. In the mid 20th century, a project to restore it began and it’s a thriving concern now. They’re continuing to do work on it all the time. The fortress houses a small village and it’s set up much as it would have been in the 18th century. The people that work there all work in costume and can tell you about the historical aspects of the place and their “character”. We visited a few years ago and thoroughly enjoyed it. There are a lot of events that are put on through the summer, as well.

Here’s a few “framed” photos from that visit.

The main gate of the fortress

A view of the harbour

Soldier at the bastion

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More Louisbourg photos here.


WordPress Weekly: Symmetry

This week’s WordPress challenge is “symmetry”. This is one of my favourite photos, taken at the Royal Chelsea Hospital in London. The Royal Chelsea Hospital was founded by King Charles II to house war veterans. It is still a retirement home for veterans to this day. The vets must have no other family and they sleep in a very small chamber, just big enough for a single bed, small bedside table and clothes dresser. They are in fact a bit larger than when the hospital was built (late 17th century). There is this beautiful chapel on the grounds and there’s a large dining hall that’s equally lovely. The men and women, the Chelsea Royal Pensioners,  dress in navy blue uniforms if they are on the grounds but wear brilliant scarlet for “dress” which is what you usually see them wearing in photos.  This is still a working chapel and there is a regular congregation that worship here.  This was the late Margaret Thatcher’s normal Sunday church.

Cheslea Royal Hospital Chapel, London

A Word a Week Challenge – Play

From a visit to Montreal a few years back.

Play nice, boys!

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