Monday, 2 March 2015

March into March!

It's that time of year again when Charlcombe Lane gets sort of closed and volunteers with buckets go out on damp evenings to help toads and frogs across the road to migrate down the hill for their mating trek
We went for a walk down Charlcombe Lane into Larkhall, spotting this unusually named house en route. 
Further on, this house had some interesting additions to its stone wall
…and some more… 
…and some more…
 … and still more!
 Coming down into Larkhall, we stopped and tried to make out the detail of this old sign painted - "Jas Parsons…& plasterer…"
On the house next door, evidence of previous ivy left behind on the wall.
Walking into town the other day through Hedgemead Park, this gate post looked warm.
Bright crescent moon at dusk. 
The daffodils started to come out in good time for St Davids Day! 
At UWE last week, I spotted this modification to a bike - well it is the Engineering Department!
Walking back into town again we passed this sign (pity about the unnecessary apostrophe) 
 Interesting adornment by the front door.
A fearsome piece of door furniture. 
The other night, my eye was caught by a green glow in the night sky 
Sunshine through our stained glass on Saturday produced this intense blue patch on the hallway wall.
Walked across over the golf course later on Saturday, where I spotted this map of Stonehenge affixed to the entrance for some obscure reason.
Yesterday we went down into town again for our third film in just over a week (yesterday was "Still Alice" with Julianne Moore - a great performance on a depressing theme, on Tuesday we saw "Bonobo", an amusing if sketchy story and the previous Saturday we saw "Still Life", an enjoyable film with Eddie Marsan). After the film, we walked over to Prior Park for some lunch and saw a horde of runners. 
It was the Bath Half Marathon - I saw runner numbers as high as 16,000! 
After lunch at the Secret Garden Cafe, we enjoyed a walk along streets closed to traffic for one day of the year, past Caroline Buildings.
We walked across North Parade, which had a village for just one person (or could this be the curse of the misplaced apostrophe at work again?) 
 A rich source of plaques along this stretch. Downstairs from this one is now a tapas house.
Political philosophy buffs may be excited by this one. 
Fans of 18th century writers might appreciate this. 
On St David's day, we saw a host of verdigrised plaques including this one commemorating Coleridge's chum.
 You don't see one of these every day…
On the wall of Bath Abbey, a final plaque to good king Edgar. 
The skies opened and we took refuge in a coffee shop, where I thought this sign was most helpful to any would-be burglars.
This day a year ago, Spring was most definitely springing with croci, daffodils and snowdrops in evidence