tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post2154473898401518035..comments2024-03-28T17:44:17.403-07:00Comments on The Weaver of Grass: A vivid memory?The Weaver of Grasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-74308755166121810572013-06-17T03:51:39.614-07:002013-06-17T03:51:39.614-07:00Ah, I do envy you having seen the Piero della Fran...Ah, I do envy you having seen the Piero della Francesca frescoes! What a fantastic memory that must be! I have only seen them in reproduction, but even there, I agree, they sing.<br /><br />An equivalent memory for me, I think, would be a cruise we took of the Norwgian Fjords. Quite unforgettable, the weather perfect throughout.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-11531498353194174122013-06-16T17:16:24.590-07:002013-06-16T17:16:24.590-07:00Lincoln Cathedral remains in my memory as the site...<br />Lincoln Cathedral remains in my memory as the site of the memorial to Bomber Command, the beautiful window, and the day we visited there with Charles' crew while on a squadron reunion. Precious memories...Hildredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05420791064923078834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-5624464150339627542013-06-16T12:12:58.336-07:002013-06-16T12:12:58.336-07:00Travelling on the number 10 tram through the back ...Travelling on the number 10 tram through the back streets of Lisbon in the early 1980's. No responsibilities and a sense of absolute contentment and that feeling that only prolonged continental sunshine can give you. Em Parkinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04789754528697848623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-72500019655995946252013-06-16T09:08:43.441-07:002013-06-16T09:08:43.441-07:00Funny I remember Chinon too. The only time I ever...Funny I remember Chinon too. The only time I ever went camping (circa 1973) was in Chinon on the way to the Dordogne. We pitched the tent by the river and went for a meal and when we came back four hours later the tent had blown away. We wondered why nobody else had used that spot on the campsite, it looked so nice on the bend of the river. Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-59777079702021493132013-06-16T06:48:23.034-07:002013-06-16T06:48:23.034-07:00Lincoln Cathedral holds many memories for me too. ...Lincoln Cathedral holds many memories for me too. I lived at the top of the hill and worked at the bottom (Waterside North) so went past the Cathedral every day. I have a replica of the Imp hanging on my fireplace. <br /><br />As for Chinon, it just means rain to me. I spent a couple of weeks nearby, many years ago, and every time we went to Chinon it rained very heavily. The river had burst its banks and I remember trees that should have been on the bank being in the middle!MorningAJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04719744167307369768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-4268177694803426002013-06-16T06:42:54.575-07:002013-06-16T06:42:54.575-07:00My memories connect to mountains and trail races a...My memories connect to mountains and trail races and long walks I've done or been involved with. I find I can remember what the weather was doing on the day, details of the campsites or b&b farmhouses etc.. I'm not very good at recalling names of places, museums, churches, streets that kind of thing. But I can recall the shape of a mountain, what the natural light was like and the clouds, the sound of the river, natural things I suppose. Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-23069710144087708682013-06-16T06:32:11.311-07:002013-06-16T06:32:11.311-07:00I remember picking cherries in the orchards in the...I remember picking cherries in the orchards in the countryside when I was a kid and the farms were separated from the road by a ditch that was covered by little bridges that were ever so quaint and that I thought were just perfect and I wished to live in one of those farms. I am sure I would have had a much happier childhood. Irenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05043376053971475659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-3702684150336279432013-06-16T05:06:38.520-07:002013-06-16T05:06:38.520-07:00So many memories... thousands... those frescoes in...So many memories... thousands... those frescoes in Arezzo too, and also Chinon (Carmen and I arrived there after walking and hitchhiking all day through the Loire valley. Of course I remember the legendary castle, but even more the superb Chinon rouge...)<br /><br />Many of my most imprinted memories are to do with the Camino. Drifting down to Le Puy through an ancient volcanic landscape in glorious late September sunshine... Walking 40 km in one day from Belorado to Burgos with feet that killed... Crossing the Pyrenees (twice) on foot... Far too many indelible memories to mention... The Solitary Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-50769360979706907602013-06-16T04:46:23.844-07:002013-06-16T04:46:23.844-07:00I am not nearly as widely travelled as you Pat but...I am not nearly as widely travelled as you Pat but have lovely memories of a trip to Chinon in France. The old part of the town is almost unchanged since medieval times and so beautiful. I also have fond memories of a holiday on Rhodes and the kindness of the local people.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06826501916623305535noreply@blogger.com