Pilgrims

Splendid image of this ancient site , shrine of Our Lady of Walsingham, John!

Thanks, Beatrice.

I was mistaken about Cromwell. The Cromwell who was involved was Thomas Cromwell, chief minister to Henry VIII, not Oliver. The seizure took place during the dissolution of the monasteries.

Well spotted and captured.
Have a nice weekend.

Thanks, Jaap.

I was mistaken about Cromwell. The Cromwell who was involved was Thomas Cromwell, chief minister to Henry VIII, not Oliver. The seizure took place during the dissolution of the monasteries.

A nicely shown scenery ! Have a good weekend, John !

Thanks, Ulrich, and the same to you.

I was mistaken about Cromwell. The Cromwell who was involved was Thomas Cromwell, chief minister to Henry VIII, not Oliver. The seizure took place during the dissolution of the monasteries.

HFF John Mooi Weekeinde!

Thanks, Fred.

I was mistaken about Cromwell. The Cromwell who was involved was Thomas Cromwell, chief minister to Henry VIII, not Oliver. The seizure took place during the dissolution of the monasteries.

Very well composed John........and with lovely warm colours. A nicely taken and respectful candid shot.

Thank you, Keith. I as however wrong about the place's history.The Cromwell who was involved was Thomas Cromwell, chief minister to Henry VIII, not Oliver. The seizure took place during the dissolution of the monasteries.

I didn't even notice your error John..............which probably says more about my knowledge of English history than yours..!!

My knowledge consists of what I read in the brochures, Keith.

Marvelous capture!

Thanks, William.

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Interesting image and history. Any plans for more travel?

Thanks, Sarah. I have no plans for travel this year, but maybe next. Are you still in CH?

OUR LADY OF WALSINGHAM

There once the penitents took off their shoes
And then walked barefoot the remaining mile;
And the small trees, a stream and hedgerows file
Slowly along the munching English lane,
Like cows to the old shrine, until you lose
Track of your dragging pain.
The stream flows down under the druid tree,
Shiloah’s whirlpools gurgle and make glad
The castle of God. Sailor, you were glad
And whistled Sion by that stream. But see:

Our Lady, too small for her canopy,
Sits near the altar. There’s no comeliness
At all or charm in that expressionless
Face with its heavy eyelids. As before,
This face, for centuries a memory,
Non est species, neque decor,
Expressionless, expresses God: it goes
Past castled Sion. She knows what God knows,
Not Calvary’s Cross nor crib at Bethlehem
Now, and the world shall come to Walsingham.

By Robert Lowell,

which is a section from A Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket.