It isn't that I haven't been pleased about anything, more that I had forgotten to think about things as Pleasings, so a catch up on a couple of mine and hopefully you will share yours in comments.
The Kayaker has reached the end of the second year of his degree in Commercial Photography and so we pitched up for the end of year show and did much admiring of the entire work of the art college but of course the Kayaker's exhibits.
I couldn't understand how everyone seemed to know me until I remembered that my portrait had been on the college staircase in gigantic form for half the year as part of a display of students' work until apparently I 'fell' off the wall one day, nearly killed the person walking by and haven't been seen since.
And then, last Saturday, while Bookhound went on a Father's Day fishing trip with the Gamekeeper, I took myself off to the Church fete in town. The weather held and the church green was a mass of stalls and face painting, bouncy castles and musical ensembles and I had a lovely browse, picked up a few bargains and then remembered that the church tower was open for the day. I duly booked myself in, next summit attempt would be at twelve midday, only three of us this time and with the clock chiming overhead I set off leading the way at which point the guide said 'If you're quick you'll see the carillon working.'
The carillon is one of those intermittent aural delights of Tavistock. Often not in working order, or switched off because apparently the bell ringers 'don't like it' (so I was told) the tower cleverly plays a tune on the bells at 9am, noon, 6pm and 9pm and a different tune each day. It is magical if you happen to hear it and I always stop and listen, so the thought of seeing how it all worked had me up those stairs like a rat up a drainpipe (as Bookhound said when I told him about it later.)
Built in 1318 the tower and the staircase were clearly designed for slender little medieval people, 166 tiny steps and a spiral twist so tight that it seemed as if my top half was heading off one way and my lower half was trying to keep up. Anyway I made it...
The carillon, installed in 1849, is a rotating drum and a complex array of wires that stretch upwards to the peal of ten bells...
First mentioned in 1385 (when twenty pence was spent on them) the bells were once the town's clock and calendar system, rung at 6am and 7pm in winter and 5am and 9pm in summer followed by a number of chimes on the tenor bell to indicate the day of the month.
I love a good belfry and can't wait to check out Bells of Devon on the library reference shelves which will reveal any donors and inscriptions along with the musical notes they sound.
Obviously the views from the top were spectacular and I have been sending friends various pictures of their houses ever since.
I love this view of the Town Square, the Town Hall, the main street and Dartmoor beyond. Seen from Dartmoor looking back the town nestles snugly in the Tavy valley and you can see exactly why it grew and expanded where it was. But as someone so rightly suggested, wouldn't it be a good idea if the town planners were brought up here before they made any key decisions about new building. We spotted a few travesties...
West Street and the Tinker's apartment block home on the left towards the top of the street. He had a wonderful view of the church and the moors beyond from his sitting room window...
Having dashed up I took my time going down and could have made myself very cosy in the bell-ringers' chamber..
So for anyone who loves a good peal here are those very bells in action. In fact Grandsire Caters...it's like another language isn't it and if you look VERY carefully at about forty seconds in you will see the building that is now Cafe Liaison but which, for twenty-five years was Dartmoor Interiors, Bookhound's design business (converted from a stable/garage) and 'twas upstairs in there that I had my little quilt shop, The Quilt Loft, back in the 1980s.
This is a very special corner of town for us full of busy times and happy memories...
You will also now understand why I never taught quilting classes on a Tuesday evening (bell ringing practice night).
My trip up the tower last Saturday the best £2 I've spent in ages.
Anyway that's enough of me, time for your pleasings of late.