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Thursday, 6 August 2009

abc Wednesday ...



C is for ...
new CAMERA phone

C is for ...
CASTLERIGG stone CIRCLE


C is for ...
Blackwell Arts & CRAFTS House


Just after lunch today my daughter offered to come with me to
Blackwell, The Arts & Crafts House, Lyhn Valley, Nr Windermere
I was thrilled because it meant I wouldn't necessarily get lost
with someone else looking for signposts
I find the Lake District in summer particularly hard to negotiate
as it's so busy, but it would mean some time together just the two of us
I have wanted to visit the Blackwell house since we moved here - 13 years ago
I was not disappointed, the drive down was marvellous. Down the M6, off towards Keswick at Penrith... where we stopped off at the Castlerigg Stone circle.

I pointed my camera to take a picture of the gate into the field and my batteries were dead, duds I reckon, they had charged all night. My daughter reminded me I had my NEW phone with me. Which is a Samsung Tocco and the reason I have it is the phone is also a 5 mega pixel camera with lots of gadgets, macro, mosaic, tons of settings and the fabulous panorama mode. And I only have to press the shutter once, then point and it captures four images.
And why do parents let kids clamber and stand on top of these ancient stones. Unbelieveable.



Blackwell house was built btween 1898-1900 by architect Mackay Hugh Baillie Scott for the Brewery magnate Sir Edward Holt as a country holiday home.
It is magnificent, My daughter loved it so much. I am taking her to the Hill House a comparable house by Charles Rennie Mackintosh, a hero of mine.

Black Dome sculpture in shadow, Blackwell basked in sunlight

view from the lounge over Windermere

Exterior door handle
exterior door hinge


side window, stained glass just visible




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