Well due to a large area of depression I have been quiet, the weather is the dullest grey imaginable. But things do happen, yesterday we went to Helmsley for a cup of coffee at the Walled Garden cafe by the castle, unfortunately it was closed, but found a lovely little cafe in the town centre, dog friendly, and good coffee, somewhere we shall be going back to. A few tourists mooched around Helmsley and I bought some gruyere cheese from the delicattessen but no emmenthal cheese for fondue. There are things missing from this part of Yorkshire and also aubergine is one of them.
We had been to the vets, Lucy has been limping around with her old war wound, on the pads of her foot. The vet said it was a common occurence in cocker spaniels, so tomorrow she goes for a small operation on her foot and to have her teeth cleaned. LS said 'wow, we have a whole day off from her' our mad as a box of frogs silly dog, but we will both be worried ;) And what a commotion there will be after the operation and having to keep a dressing and sock on her!
Also just finished Carr's A month in the Country, the jist of the story is about a young man just back from that terrible first World War, he is paid to restore an 500 year old painting in a church. He sleeps in the belfry of the church and has a friend Moon who is an archaeologist and is digging for the grave, in an adjoining field, of a knight killed about the same time as the painting. Our narrator uncovers one of the most common paintings of the time, The Day of judgement, those ascending and those descending, and amongst the people is a prominent person with a scar on his face. He is villified at the time by the villagers, and is a bit of a mystery. Of course as the book ends the person in the grave that Moon uncovers turns out to be him, they find a Muslim crescent on his chest - our knight is a heretic, sold his soul to save his skin.
It reminded me of Pickering church with all its vast walls of paintings, the stories of what happens to the wicked writ large in paint, I have written about these paintings in a earlier blog, they remind me of the picture books you read to young children. The tones of morality of course are not for children but naive people who could not read. It struck me that Banksy is the street artist of our lifetime, his morality shines out like a beacon on street walls, we are reminded in vivid terms what really makes the world turn around....
|Too many Banksy's to choose from. Ironic.|