Abbey Of Astoend: The Abbey

Sunday, 15 November 2009

The Abbey

12 comments:

Anonymous said...: Nice Picture Trevor I have to say I do like old buildings being in the building game they are intresting to work on. Hope you are both keeping well Keith; 15 November 2009 at 13:34
Brad said...: Great and I never get to see buildings like this in America.
Brad; 15 November 2009 at 16:34
Gachi said...: Qué de historia ronda por alli...
Bella imágen.; 15 November 2009 at 16:53
Kcalpesh said...: Beautiful structure!! Nicely composed picture!

- Pixellicious Photos; 15 November 2009 at 23:48
Prospero said...: The Abbey of Astoend?; 17 November 2009 at 09:21
Unknown said...: Thanks Keith.

Angie is suffering quite alot with her hands of late and it has curtailed our activities somewhat.
I also like the old stuff as you well know.; 17 November 2009 at 12:45
Unknown said...: Hi Brad.

I suppose we do have a large number of old and impressive building.
Hope you are keeping well and not burning the cakes.; 17 November 2009 at 12:48
Unknown said...: Mucha gracias Arami; 17 November 2009 at 12:48
Unknown said...: Thank you Kcalpesh.
Hope you are keeping well.; 17 November 2009 at 12:49
Unknown said...: Hello Prospero.

Sadly No.

The name of the Abbey is Lacock; 17 November 2009 at 12:50
GYPSYWOMAN said...: what a magnificent structure - and one that carries within many many marvelous and not-so-marvelous but intriguing still stories, i'm sure! i can hear the whispers in the hallways and stairwells now...oh, would that i could visit in person! beautiful image, trevor - thank you so much for making wonderful history and beauty available to us all!; 19 November 2009 at 07:58
Unknown said...: I am sure there was a lot of intrigue played out within the Abbey walls. Maybe an apparition still appears...; 22 November 2009 at 10:33

Li Po

(Li Bai Li Po)

Drinking Alone with the Moon

A pot of wine among the flowers.

I drink alone, no friend with me.

I raise a cup to invite the moon.

He and my shadow and I make three.

The moon does not know how to drink;

My shadow mimes my capering;

But I'll make merry with them both-

And soon enough it will be Spring.

I sing- the moon moves to and fro.

I dance- my shadow leaps and sways.

Still sober, we exchange our joys.

Drunk- and we'll go our separate ways.

Let's pledge- beyond human ties- to be friends,

And meet where the Silver River ends.