I also took the time to go inside, for which I offer thanks here.
I do love old ecclesiastical architecture.

Side by side their faces blurred, the Earl and Countess lie in stone...

No idea who these people are, although they must have held a title to be so prominently remembered. I will look it up one day, I do have an enquiring mind after all.
And definitely no idea about what seems to be a severed slave's head on the monument! Maybe someone just left it behind one day when they were shopping. Imagine their consternation when they got home and unpacked their bags... Beans, salmon, catfood, hairnet, wait - where's that stone head?

(Oh, the first line in my post is from Larkin's An Arundel Tomb)

Something old
Something blue

Ooh ooh the blue houses!


Sent by thought transference

They just don't come out that well in photos!
You and I know how arresting they are to the naked eye, but this is about the sixth photo I've taken of them yet.

I walk past this pub every work day.
Never been in, looks too blokey.
And I walk home the other way, through the churchyard.

But I told you that pubs in Otley like their plaques, so here is another one.

Does this help?

John Wesley and the Ritchie Family

More window-dressed windows for the Carnival.
This bakery has two and split between the usual Tour theme and the World come.

Come on England!

Tell you what Carr, you come up to Otley with a compass which tells you where the North-West corner is and you take a photo.
And I expect you to wear your bestest silver flipflops too!

ETA sorry, that was meant to sound silly and flippant and instead sounded like drunken spousal abuse :eek:

Sorry my dears, we may have missed the boat on this one.
There were lights on inside and work vans in the covered yard.
I have a feeling we've been gazumped.

Someone has decided to make Thomas Chippendale look less 'umble.
Although I am worried about Mr Flibble having his ear.
At least I'm on the second floor; even with earplugs I'd hear him doing a Talos.

Yeah, good luck disentangling my references ;)

Kirkgate Arcade. Even if the mosaic tiles at the entrance idenify it as Jacksons Arcade :rolleyes:

There are places like this up and down England, but I've never seen one thriving like this. There's summat to be said about stubborn Yorkshire folk. We sell so much local produce on the Deli. If the Partnership was run by bean counters they'd be baffled, but their business model has always been about local and independent, as much as a countrywide business can be anyway.

I fell in love with these salt and pepper bunnies.
Don't need them, can't justify the purchase.
I just love the cheeky evil little beings.

Yorkshire and America reuinted.. pssst, you're looking the wrong way!

I promise you I have not taken a photo of every single shop in Otley.
And I know I am overloading you with photos.
It's just it's all new and exciting to me.

If I get a few years it will all just be standard.
If I get a few years it might be hospital interiors.
But you get what you buy.

Anyway.
Bike dipped in chocolate.
Of course it's chocolate.
Why would you think it looks lik anything else?

Just for the record, you do realise it's the Otley Carnival on Saturday, right?
More photos.
English carnivals do not follow the Roman tradition, but instead are held in the Summer. I was born on Carnival Day in Aylesbury, which used to be the first Saturday in July. No wonder I'm a meat eater (although I am mostly vegetarian and anyway the origin of the word is disputed)

So, last pic for now.
Don't cry.
Baksun.