The Blogging Begins….

It’s only taken 3 weeks to achieve reliable internet service here in Europe, so you’ll be spared my minute to minute impressions of the English countryside (green, rolling, green, beautiful, did I say green?).  My musings are being published weekly in the Rapid City Journal, but they, in their wisdom, are limiting me to 300 words.  I’m barely warming up at 300 words!  On this site, I’ll attempt to flesh out my columns and also provide my unedited reactions to these latest adventures with Roger.  (Well, not quite true.  I’ll do some editing  – don’t want to lose all of you at the first paragraph!)

(And before I digress futher, the photo at the top of this blog is a view of the village of Burnsall in the Yorkshire Dales, where we rented a cottage on the banks of the River Wharfe.  Umm.. green, yes?)

4 Responses to The Blogging Begins….

  1. bobby May 20, 2009 at 11:37 pm #

    How come I don’t see any comments from others on your blog? Am I not doing this right or something? Hi don’t forget American Idol is on tonight. Enjoying your blog. You are quite the writer and should publish a book on your travels. I’m glad your my sister now.

  2. Gregory Fryzel May 25, 2009 at 10:08 pm #

    Oh, Elaine!

    I will be visiting many of the same places this summer on my trip. I cannot wait to get back to the Yorkshire Dales. I noticed that the Black Bull figures in your photo of Hawick. I am headed back there for Yorkshire pudding with onion gravy. Oh, I love seeing these places in your photos and I have committed myself to making sure that John gets there with me. I remembered the constricted Brontë Parsonage with its little rooms and little dresses and little notebooks. All so little for such a vast expanse of The Moors.

    When I see Fountains Abbey, my heart breaks. I will be there again as well as Bolton and Rivaulx. The poor dissolute Henry tearing down these glorious monuments to faith in order to establish his own church when the poxed and unfortunate king couldn’t even establish a wife or an heir. I look forward to being back there and hearing the wind chant its ruined prayers through the remaining clerestories and vaults. There is a very real presence there–a presence of glory and sadness–all in one.

    I remember the pubs as well. I was in Chipping Camden with my friends. It was a drizzly day. Our pub had a fire in the hearth, bull’s eye glass in the windows, a weeping awning of intoxicating wisteria and we ate heartily on a roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and mushy peas. All washed down with an unctuous Shiraz–the house wine. Who ever said that the English can’t cook? They can cook well, plant well, and certainly live well. Not to mention speak well and turn a phrase that is unforgettable. I love the French; I adore the English.

    Love reading your words, Elaine. It makes my heart yearn to travel. And funny that you are in Prague. For some reason, that city seems to hold magic for me although I’ve never been there. I get the same feeling when people say, “I’ve been to Prague.” as I do when they say, “I’ve been to Vienna, or Salzburg.”

    Take it all in, my sweet cousin.

  3. John May 26, 2009 at 11:54 am #

    You limited to 300 words? kudos to the Rapid City Journal for doing what we’ve been trying to do for over XX years. 🙂 Great pictures!

  4. Sandy Berendes May 30, 2009 at 2:04 am #

    Hi Elaine and Rog,
    I didn’t know you were a gifted,colorful writter, Miss. Elaine. So enjoying your descriptive dialogs. I often have wondered what “the moors” were like, as I am a fan of “Jane Eyre” and “Wurthering Heights”. Are you sure there are no bison there? How sad, if no. Life is good here in the Black Hills of beautiful South Dakota, USA!!

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