Friday, 22 August 2014

Last Sunday I drove into Hunstanton and walked Polly along the cliffs there.  




These are some gardens at the ruins of St.Edmunds Church.  The story goes that Edmund came to shore at this spot.

The bench is in commemoration of the English nurse Edith Cavell.

Edith Louisa Cavell (/ˈkævəl/; 4 December 1865 – 12 October 1915) was aBritish nurse. She is celebrated for saving the lives of soldiers from both sides without distinction and in helping some 200 Allied soldiers escape fromGerman-occupied Belgium during the First World War, for which she was arrested. She was subsequently court-martialled, found guilty of treason and sentenced to death. Despite international pressure for mercy, she was shot by a German firing squad. Her execution received worldwide condemnation and extensive press coverage.
She is well known for her statement that "patriotism is not enough". Her strongAnglican beliefs propelled her to help all those who needed it, both German and Allied soldiers. She was quoted as saying, "I can’t stop while there are lives to be saved."[1] 12 October is appointed for her commemoration in the Anglican church, although this is not a "saint's feast day" in the traditional sense.
Edith Cavell, who was 49 at the time of her execution, was already notable as a pioneer of modern nursing in Belgium. Source Wikipedia.




This wooden carving of a Wolf is for the story about how Edmund died.




Edmund the Martyr (also known as St Edmund or Edmund of East Anglia, died 20 November 869)[note 1] was king of East Anglia from about 855 until his death.
Almost nothing is known of Edmund. He is thought to be of East Anglian origin and was first mentioned in an annal of the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle, written some years after his death. The kingdom of East Anglia was devastated by theVikings, who destroyed any contemporary evidence of his reign. Later writers produced fictitious accounts of his life, asserting that he was born in 841, the son of Æthelweard, an obscure East Anglian king, whom it was said Edmund succeeded when he was fourteen (or alternatively that he was the youngest son of a Germanic king named 'Alcmund'). Later versions of Edmund's life relate that he was crowned on 25 December 855 at Burna (probably Bures St. Mary in Suffolk), which at that time functioned as the royal capital,[2] and that he became a model king.
In 869, the Great Heathen Army advanced on East Anglia and killed Edmund. He may have been slain by the Danes in battle, but by tradition he met his death at an unidentified place known as Haegelisdun, after he refused the Danes' demand that he renounce Christ: the Danes beat him, shot him with arrows and then beheaded him, on the orders of Ivar the Boneless and his brother Ubba. According to one legend, his head was then thrown into the forest, but was found safe by searchers after following the cries of a wolf that was calling, "Hic, Hic, Hic" – "Here, Here, Here". Commentators have noted how Edmund's death bears resemblance to the fate suffered by St SebastianSt Denis and St Mary of Egypt. Source Wikipedia.




I picked this stone up off the beach last week.




I hope you all have a lovely weekend ahead.

Don't forget to hug your hound/s.

8 comments:

  1. What a lovely, historic place to visit! Polly, I hope you had fun sniffing all the smells!


    Bunny

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  2. houndstooth, She sure did. The walk took twice as long:)

    I plan on going into Hunstanton (my dad lives there) each Sunday and walk either along the cliffs, or the beach.

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  3. Lovely post Sue. Good to see you, Polly and Kermit getting out and about :-) X X X

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  4. Soggiebottom, Thank you.

    Hope you have a lovely day.

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  5. Hi, Sue - I think that stone was "created" for centuries and placed on the beach, just for you - knowing you would appreciate it fully, and that your dear heart would see the beauty that the furies and pretties of Nature put into it. Thank you for sharing the rich heritage and glorious beauty of history and culture. Florida is nothing more than a giant sand bar, even tho we live on a "high" hill. But to hear the words "cliff" and "bluff", I often am reminded of distant shores. Thanks for sharing! hugs, de

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  6. Donna, Thanks for stopping by and leaving your lovely comment.

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  7. Ooh, looks like the new car is taking you to all kinds of new and beautiful places.

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  8. gyeong, Yes it is:) If we get a bad winter I won't be out much, so making the most of it while I can.

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