Friday, 30 March 2007
The view from the hill over Stocks south towards the coast, in summer after harvest
Aspects of this view appear several times in this Journal, as I grew up here. Click the links for some of them.
Stocks History from the Archive
View from Old Winchester Hill (Country Life)
Views from Old Winchester Hill (Flickr)
Kei running up Old Winchester Hill
Thursday, 29 March 2007
Though I speak with tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not love, it profiteth me nothing.
Love suffereth long, and is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself; is not puffed up; doth not behave itself unseemly; seeketh not her own; is not easily provoked; thinketh no evil; rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
Love never faileth; but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we know in part and we prophecy in part. But when that which is perfect is come, that which is in part shall be done away.
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then, face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith, hope and love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13
Click on the heading to hear the Winchester cathedral organ
Wednesday, 21 March 2007
Tuesday, 20 March 2007
Photo Jim Goldsmith
Back in 1967 again - driving home from the White Horse in Droxford took exactly 4.5 minutes - the time taken for Eric Burdon to sing The House of the Rising Sun on a primitive battery-powered disc player on the back seat of my car....
Click on the heading for a Google Map of the route - though I actually took Watton Lane to avoid the rozzers...not because I'd been drinking because in those days I only drank coke!
Click on the link below to hear Eric Burdon again...
Thursday, 15 March 2007
London's magnolias spell spring as do the exuberant double petal plums that seem to colour the air around them. But the fallen camellia flowers show that they can flower earlier - some even in winter.
Tuesday, 13 March 2007
Friday, 9 March 2007
Tuesday, 6 March 2007
Thomas Tallis - Spem in Alium
This was one of wolfiewolf's earliest favourites, which he used to play with his brother Piers on an old gramophone. With thanks to a friend, Nigel of the Thomas Tallis Society and to Zenera for showing me where to find this amazing music site