22 November 2016

Because I've already celebrated Thanksgiving

T. S. Eliot (brilliantly) on the value of tradition and the meaning of Christmas:


The Cultivation of Christmas Trees
There are several attitudes towards Christmas,
Some of which we may disregard:
The social, the torpid, the patently commercial,
The rowdy (the pubs being open till midnight),
And the childish — which is not that of the child
For whom the candle is a star, and the gilded angel
Spreading its wings at the summit of the tree
Is not only a decoration, but an angel.
The child wonders at the Christmas Tree:
Let him continue in the spirit of wonder
At the Feast as an event not accepted as a pretext;
So that the glittering rapture, the amazement
Of the first-remembered Christmas Tree,
So that the surprises, delight in new possessions
(Each one with its peculiar and exciting smell),
The expectation of the goose or turkey
And the expected awe on its appearance,
So that the reverence and the gaiety
May not be forgotten in later experience,
In the bored habituation, the fatigue, the tedium,
The awareness of death, the consciousness of failure,
Or in the piety of the convert
Which may be tainted with a self-conceit
Displeasing to God and disrespectful to children
(And here I remember also with gratitude
St. Lucy, her carol, and her crown of fire):
So that before the end, the eightieth Christmas
(By “eightieth” meaning whichever is last)
The accumulated memories of annual emotion
May be concentrated into a great joy
Which shall be also a great fear, as on the occasion
When fear came upon every soul:
Because the beginning shall remind us of the end
And the first coming of the second coming.

Westminster Abbey | December 2014

15 November 2016

Life in Cambridge


Opening banquet for the Wilberforce Academy.

Hipster watering hole we visited for Camilla's birthday.

Release the Chimps -- in the running for favourite beer name ever.
Heather and her bridesmaids (note reflection), at The Coach Makers in London.
Morning of!
Goin' to the chapel.


Such a lovely bride!
Tel and Heather at All Souls! (Photo borrowed.)

The name of this pub made me think of my Great-uncle Jim.

A feather left after the filming of an episode of Grantchester in the Round Church.

Magdalene College, where C. S. Lewis taught.


Magdalene College Chapel.

Bonnie came to visit!

Trinity College.

Studying at the Round Church.
Cows on Midsummer Common.

The Fort St George by night.

Birthday gifts (belated but beloved).

Clouds, from Trumpington Street.
Going up to the gallery!

The east window, from the gallery.




Remnants of the set of James Norton's production of The Crucible. NBD.
Running along the Cam.

Chelsey and I exploring Grantchester.

"Snow" for the Christmas special of the Grantchester TV show.



The church in Grantchester.

The Orchard tea rooms.

Chelsey tried an apple!


Virginia Woolf, Rupert Brooke, Bertrand Russell and co. used to hang out here.



Chelsey looking autumnal :)

Thatched cottage.

Was trying to capture the flowers and accidentally got this gentleman in the picture.

The Blue Ball Inn.

Grantchester Meadows.
The Cam, near Queen's College.
The Cam, near Magdalene College.

Along my route to work.

Another walk in Grantchester Meadows.


A punt!
The pelican, a symbol of Christ's self-giving love for us (in Grantchester church). Read more here.




Love that they included the word 'Gent' in the inscription.

Holly!




The churchyard.




Not a bad way to spend an afternoon.

St John's College.


Queen's.

Queen's Old Library.

Be still, my heart!



All Saints' Garden.

Blues and Soul + beer + literature.
Morning mist.

Church of Our Lady and the English Martyrs.

Food for thought:

"We are all rather blessed in our deprivations if we let ourselves be, I suppose."  
- Flannery O'Connor -