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Elbow featured on Channel 4's album show last night, playing their first single from the new album.  Called Neat Little Rows, it looks like it's going to join REM's Stand and U2's Elevation as archaeological anthems.  Except in this case the line 'I'm going to lay my bones in neat little rows' has to be the theme of either a) a finds officer, or b) an osteo-archaeologist... 

I still haven't received either of my new Elbow albums yet, so I'm still all agog with expectation...  It got to the stage that I was humming The Loneliness of the Tower Crane Driver to myself as I was sketching elevations this afternoon.   We made good progress, ticking off another three buildings (and we're free of acid tank farms for the next few days at least - huzzah!!). I also had the added bonus of discovering that one of my recent new starts has an interest in the symbolic aspects of metalworking, so we had an interesting chat about that.

I'll return now to St Oswald's in Grasmere.  It's just a brief post, because I'm going to the Writers' Group tonight. 

The rendered exterior of the church isn't very pretty.  In fact, it's quite hard to accept that this dowdy little building is truly ancient in terms of its underlying fabric.  Here's one piece of evidence which stands out, an early window in the south wall:-

 

Note the daffodils...  This is Wordsworth country, so daffodils are de rigeur round here.  Unfortunately, we never seem to time our visits for the daffodil season.  This might be a sensible thing: Grasmere in daffodil season is guaranteed to be mobbed by tourists...

A plain little porch allows you access into the church building:-

 

And that's when this church ceases to be dowdy and boring, and starts to be truly intriguing.  

We'll be going there tomorrow, so until then, adieu.

 

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Elbow featured on Channel 4's album show last night, playing their first single from the new album.  Called Neat Little Rows, it looks like it's going to join REM's Stand and U2's Elevation as archaeological anthems.  Except in this case the line 'I'm going to lay my bones in neat little rows' has to be the theme of either a) a finds officer, or b) an osteo-archaeologist... 

I still haven't received either of my new Elbow albums yet, so I'm still all agog with expectation...  It got to the stage that I was humming The Loneliness of the Tower Crane Driver to myself as I was sketching elevations this afternoon.   We made good progress, ticking off another three buildings (and we're free of acid tank farms for the next few days at least - huzzah!!). I also had the added bonus of discovering that one of my recent new starts has an interest in the symbolic aspects of metalworking, so we had an interesting chat about that.

I'll return now to St Oswald's in Grasmere.  It's just a brief post, because I'm going to the Writers' Group tonight. 

The rendered exterior of the church isn't very pretty.  In fact, it's quite hard to accept that this dowdy little building is truly ancient in terms of its underlying fabric.  Here's one piece of evidence which stands out, an early window in the south wall:-

 

Note the daffodils...  This is Wordsworth country, so daffodils are de rigeur round here.  Unfortunately, we never seem to time our visits for the daffodil season.  This might be a sensible thing: Grasmere in daffodil season is guaranteed to be mobbed by tourists...

A plain little porch allows you access into the church building:-

 

And that's when this church ceases to be dowdy and boring, and starts to be truly intriguing.  

We'll be going there tomorrow, so until then, adieu.