The Grey Lady

It has been a gruelling few weeks. However, somewhere in there I managed to finally save up enough money for the camera of my dreams (a Canon EOS 450D [Digital Rebel XSi in the States]). I hope over the next few weeks I shall have more time to play with it. I have set up a Flickr photostream.

Here are some of my favourites:





16th century barn at Avoncroft Museum of Historic Buildings, Worcestershire



Mill ruins, Lumsdale, Derbyshire. (Reminds me of papersky’s terrific post on the industrial ruins of Elfland.)

Early this evening my partner and I took a walk up near Bradgate House. Bradgate, now a ruin, is where Lady Jane Grey lived. According to local legend, she still haunts the area in the guise of a Grey Lady.



Bradgate House


Before I went into Germanie, I came to Brodegate in Lecetershire, to take my leave of that noble Ladie Jane Grey to whom I was exceding moch beholdinge. Hir parentes, the Duke and the Duches, with all the houshould, Gentlemen and Gentlewomen, were huntinge in the Parke: I found her, in her Chamber, readinge Phaedon Platonis* in Greeke, and that with as moch delite, as som jentleman wold read a merie tale in Bocace**.

*Plato’s Phaedo

**Bocaccio

Roger Ascham (1515–1568)

from The Scholemaster (published 1570)



Evening cloudscape near Bradgate

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