On Christmas Day we had spectacular weather after weeks of cloud and rain and misery. Granted, it was about 7 degrees, but the sun was shining and the wind had stopped and I grabbed my camera and headed out to take some pics. Town was deserted.
Fortunately the current crop of floods are abating somewhat. On Saturday I had gone walkies and took a look at the water levels around us and things were not looking too good. This is the Severn looking towards the Mythe water works.
The pano above was taken on Saturday and is looking towards Bredon Hill across the waters from the Avon/Severn confluence. Fortunately that water is subsiding and hopefully will remain low. As an aside, just think how fertile that soil must be. Back in Town I headed towards the Abbey because it is always spectacular. Alas, the floods have cut off parts in that area too. The area where the small white building is is the cricket pitch and the only game that can be there now is water polo. Howzat?
A few steps away is the parking lot for the Abbey and you can get some wonderful shots of it from this area.
The Abbey was unaffected by the 2007 floods, but you can bet that in its almost 900 years of existence it has seen a lot of water surrounding it. There is a really huge tree in it’s grounds too that is a definite favourite of mine. It must be really old and who knows how much it has seen. I believe it is a Copper Beech (Fagus sylvatica f. purpurea) and they have a typical lifespan of 150–200 years, though sometimes up to 300 years.
I went into the Abbey and had a quick walk around. The Christmas service was starting at 10.30 till 12.00 but I had a full bladder and no reading glasses so did not stay for it. But while I was there the choir was singing and the organ was making sweet thunderous music. Light was streaming into the east facing windows and it was very special. The pews were filling quite quickly too and on my way back home I saw lots of people heading towards it to attend the service.
Behind the High Altar was a nativity scene and the light was shining on it and it was very apt for a Christmas Day. Unfortunately I cropped the image badly and could not replicate the shot from other positions.
Leaving the warmth and solidity of that ancient church I headed along the Mill Avon towards town. The deep shadows and bright patches made photography difficult, but there was a peaceful air about this part of the river.
The old mill and Victoria Gardens were under water once again, and the boats moored alongside were riding at pavement level. One boat caught my eye, the name board proclaiming it to be “Thunderchild” and immediately I thought about Jeff Waynes War of the World’s
The Invaders must have seen them
As across the coast they filed
Standing firm between them
There lay Thunder Child.
I would have that piece of music going around inside my head for the rest of the day. In one of the alleys I came across this magnificent gate and that really wrapped up my photography for the day and I turned my bows towards home.
Break had a nice display of vintage toys and I paused for a pic… Children are really the ones who enjoy the season the most, but alas Christmas has lost the magic and has become a commercialised monstrosity.
Apart from food Christmas was done and dusted for another year. You can bet that Boxing day will be in its last throes and they will be putting out the Valentines Days goodies, although in South Africa it is more about “Back to School” instead, and we all know how kids enjoy that too… NOT!