Yesterday I wandered back from the solicitors and spotted at least 3 houses with bespoke door knockers. Today I wanted to re-find them. Sadly I could only find one so my memory has failed me already. It is however a very fine one. I would like to find something personalised for our new home if we get to completion.
Next door is the city’s Coat of Arms,described as “Gules five Castles triple towered in saltire Argent masoned proper the Portcullis of each part-raised Or and on either side of the castle in fess point a Lion passant guardant that to the dexter contourné Gold.”Then entering the close we admired the snowdrops braving the chill and rain.In the close proper we walked round the outside of the cathedral to try and find my brother. There was scaffolding everywhere and it was hard hats only. No entry. But he is somewhere here…unmarked but hopefully listening to the choir as he rests in peace.I stopped in sympathy at the war memorial.There is always something to look at on the building, ancient and modern (relatively speaking). This inscription is a mere century or so old.Who knows how long these faces have been silent witnesses to the comings and goings of the clergy.At this juncture the rain defeated us and we had to toddle off to meet my sister-in-law for lunch. The afternoon’s surprise is that our new home is a mere 4km from an area licensed for fracking. The surveyor will investigate. We are praying this is not a real issue but we really have no idea. It was not a happy surprise at all. Woe is me…….