Bangalore Nights: Down the pub

A little bit of beer in Bangalore

Bangalore Nights: Down the pub

Each a long drive back from the factory, there and back along the highway. The heat and dust was bejewelled by women in such lovely sari’s selling fresh vegetables by the side of the road. 

Once back in the bosom of the city refreshment was needed.

 Local colleague Daniel took my to his favourite pub called 1522.  Three large beers (of me) and some Indian snacks and we were both replete as the place started to fill up fast with young people. It is a fact that Bangalore has more pubs than any other city in Asia.  Marvellous.

Bangalore Nights: Down the pub

Each a long drive back from the factory, there and back along the highway.

The heat

and dust was bejewelled by women in such lovely sari

’

s

trading by the side of the

road. Once back in the bosom of the city refreshment was needed.

Local colleague Daniel took my to his favourite pub called 1522. Three lar

ge beers

(of me) and some Indian snacks and we were both replete as the place star

ted to fill

up fast with young people. It is a fact that Bangalore has more pubs tha

n any other

city in Asia. Marvelpub

Each a long drive back from the factory, there and back along the highway.

The heat

and dust was bejewelled by women in such lovely sari

’

s

trading by the side of the

road. Once back in the bosom of the city refreshment was needed.

Local colleague Daniel took my to his favourite pub called 1522. Three lar

ge beers

(of me) and some Indian snacks and we were both replete as the place star

ted to fill

up fast with young people. It is a fact that Bangalore has more pubs tha

n any other

city in Asia. Marvellous.

Bangalore Nights: The Sky at Night

Star gazing in Bangalore

Restaurants were you can enjoy the night sky and stars directly above your head are not commonplace. This is why the Persian Terrace is a lovely place to eat.  Every table provides the opportunity to star gaze.

The Persian Terrace is part of the Grand Sheraton Hotel in Bangalore were I was extremely lucky to be billeted for a week. The service was brilliant, so much so that my main course arrived first, followed moments later by my starter and both were excellent.

I thought it was strange to have a Persian restaurant in a Indian hotel until my local colleagues reminded me that the Mogul invasion of India originated from Persia and the culinary bonds were therefore strong.

Herts Churches

It is great to be working with Andrew Wood who runs a super blog on Hertfordshire Churches. 

Coverage goes from Saxon, Norman and medieval churches right up to 21st century churches. 

No church door is left unopened by Andrew and his helpers!

He has generously given me some space for my pieces on Hertfordshire Churches   

Quick link click here:)

Reasons to love Wales #64: Mumbles

My late father-in-law Bill, a giant amongst men, likened looking out from Mumbles across the water to Swansea town, to looking out across the Bay of Naples.
An acute and precious observation.

Mumbles at low tide June '94

Last evening a good friend from Mumbles, violinist Jonathan Evan-Jones, send me copies of two small watercolour studies he discovered amongst his mother Beti's papers.

I must have created them and sent these tiny pieces to his parents, Beti and Huw.
They were great friends to Sian and I for so many years.
Mumbles brings memories, it is a wonderful seaside town.

To Beti and Huw with love from us all - undated

More on Jonathan and HIS work here

A Knight's Tomb in South Mimms

South Mimms: Henry Frowyk’s memorial circa 1527

Not that far from the service station, in the village of South Mimms,  is the church of St Giles. The church was locked and we were directed next door to where the Church Wardens live and one of them let us in and busied herself while Rosie the puppy and I had a good poke around.

George Edmond Street, the comparable to an X-Factor finalist in terms of the Victorian Gothic revival, restored St Giles. A lovely job was done, much improved and few liberties taken.

During the 16^th and 17^th centuries the local family was Frowyk who blessed the church with some lovely monuments.  I made a drawing of Henry Frowyk’s he died in 1527.  We see him as a knight resting and at his ease. All in beautifully fashioned in pale stone.

A gorgeous bit of Greek in Hertfordshire

Ayot St Lawrence  - all Greek

Ayot St Lawrence

In the 1778 the Lord of the Manor at Ayot St Lawrence, Sir Lionel Lyde, thought the view from his home would be improved by Doric temple across the fields from his front door and perhaps a Gothic ruin, to be seen from another direction.

Framed by winter trees St Lawrence is the first ever Doric order parish church. It is has two open side chapels running off either side. Inside each is a commemorative urn.  

All it all this church was a remarkable sight as Rosie and I walked across the fields and up to its front door. Inside St Lawrence is more classical Roman than Greek. Good acoustics, unable to resist, I picked up a hymn book and sang Now That We All Our God

Oh, and Lionel’s need for Gothic ruin? Oh, this was achieved by pulling down most of the village church that was their since the 1100s!   You can still see what Lionel left us, very Mary Shelly.

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A Victorian lovely, sadly locked

St Peter's Ayot St Peter

Ayot St Peter village

Five miles away from Ayot St Lawrence is the Church of St Peter.

St Peter’s is Victorian, all red brick patterned with blue and white brick, built in 1874.

All the good bits are inside and the church was locked.

Crestfallen, we sat in the last of the sunshine, I made a drawing, and Rosie the puppy reconnoitred in the undergrowth that bordered the neat and tidy churchyard.

Rosie the puppy, ever vigilant