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Because I'm tired, and suffering from a surfeit of red brick and concrete, I thought I'd post some pretty pictures of nice medieval buildings.  So it's back to Fountains Abbey, and today's featured structure is the Guest Lodgings.

It's a rather nice structure, which sits outside the cloisters:-

 
There was originally a rose window in one of the gable walls, but it was later filled in and the space became incorporated into a chimney.  If you look carefully, you can see the outline in the gable:-


 
And here's a view of the interior:-



 
And now I've had enough.  I'm going to watch 'The Quatermass Experiment'...

Date: 2010-10-26 11:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rowangolightly.livejournal.com
Oh lovely!

Ok, how here's the weird comment bit. I love the word "surfeit" and nobody over here seems to use it at all anymore. But then, that's an indication of two things, one, that I've been doing and teaching about Renaissance faires too long or two, that I'm simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Date: 2010-10-27 04:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] endlessrarities.livejournal.com
Hey, if you'd spent the last month immersed in brick, brick, brick and more brick, you'd be feeling exactly the same way.

I'd never thought of 'surfeit' as having Renaissance connotations before, but then affectations of Frenchness were probably de rigour at the time!

And maybe you're in the right place at the right time!

Date: 2010-10-27 05:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rowangolightly.livejournal.com
I get it; with me, it's fabric, fabric, fabric and as a contrast; apples, apples, apples.

Very much so due to the nature of the English language at the time with the Norman influence and all that.

I've spent many years trying to teach people to talk "forsoothly" which pretty much consists of trying to replace modernisms with older words that have a similar context but are more entertaining. So saying, "Thanks, that's enough" isn't nearly as interesting as saying, "God's tonsils, ye lack-witted mongrel, thou hast fed me such a surfeit of sustenance, that we shall be forced to hoist our bellies in push-carts for to reach the doors of the banquet hall and beyond." Yep, never say three words when 20 would do!

Which would also explain why I am so generally wordy.

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