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The music room contains instruments from the 18th and 19th century, showing some fine examples of English craftsmanship. A Latin inscription above the door translates as ‘Man is carried to heaven on the wings of music’.  Within the room there is an angel with no wings hanging from the ceiling.

The instruments are displayed in groups [...]

14 Comments CherryPie on Jul 21st 2014

Hours fly,
Flowers die,
New days,
New ways,
Pass by.
Love stays.
Henry Van Dyke (from the poem Katrina’s Sun-Dial)

23 Comments CherryPie on Jul 20th 2014

The first hint of Charles Wade is seen even before entering the house: the post-box to the left of the door carries his coat of arms together with his motto NEQUID PEREAT, which means ‘Let nothing perish’. The phrase not only reflects the purpose of the collection but also the way in which Wad went [...]

16 Comments CherryPie on Jul 19th 2014

Built in the 15th century and extended several times since, Snowshill Manor owes its current form to many people but above all to Charles Paget Wade, who restored it to house his collection, displaying what were to him the essentials of colour, design and craftsmanship.
Nestling in  the head of a Cotswold valley, Snowshill Manor has [...]

10 Comments CherryPie on Jul 18th 2014

Belly pork and black pudding accompanied by onion mash and red cabbage…
Delicious
More about our visit to the ‘Haunch of Venison‘ can be found at the end of my ‘Salisbury Day Two‘ post.

14 Comments CherryPie on Jul 16th 2014

The Poultry Cross is a market cross in Salisbury, Wiltshire, UK, marking the site of former markets. Constructed in the 14th century and modified in the 18th century it stands at the junction of Silver Street and Minster Street.[1] It has been designated by English Heritage as a Grade I listed building.[2]
The Poultry Cross is the only one remaining of four [...]

6 Comments CherryPie on Jul 14th 2014

It is the mind that creates the world around us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched.
George Gissing (1857 – 1903)

22 Comments CherryPie on Jul 13th 2014

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