Jacob and I went on a run and ended up in Barmby Moor near Pocklington here in East Yorkshire. We came to St. Catherine's Church and as we walked around the church and graveyard, we saw an older woman walking toward the church and said hello. She was very friendly and had a key to the church, so invited us in with her! Her name is Joan. We didn't have long so I didn't learn much of the history while there, but the St. Catherine's Church website has some information. There's a cute little pipe organ. Outside there's a special section of the cemetery for Commonwealth war graves, including fallen soldiers from New Zealand, Australia, and Canada.
For my Uncle Howard, here are pictures of some of the plentiful graffiti in and on the long-abandoned building on top of one of Plovdiv's main hills, Taksim Tepe. The building looks like it might have been some kind of state-owned community center during the Communist era.
Look! Mira's name!
In front of the wall is the top of the rock mountain, left as part of the room.
I thought it would be fun to read this series, since there is a British TV show based on it that looks interesting. But after reading the following, I'm done:
Hildegard Staunton was paler than he remembered from her husband's funeral. Her short hair was blonde and curly; her eyes were large and green. Her eyebrows were pencil-thin and she wore no lipstick; as a result, her face looked as if her feelings had been washed away.
So, it's only possible to read feelings on a woman's face if she's wearing lipstick? I had no idea!
If the book had been written in the '50s or something, I probably could have overlooked this, but no, it was published in 2012. I may be overreacting, but there's a lot of good stuff to read and this time, I choose not to spend my time on something that implies that women absolutely must wear makeup or they can't get along in society.