The Butter House

Dull and mizzly today,  I have been busy - thoughts on the holy well book. To refresh my memory I have been reading through that well known blog (looking all fresh and shiny incidentally) taking notes. I don't mean to brag but gosh, it''s interesting!! Well I think so, just as well. When you read it through in one go (I'm up to April 2017) you suddenly see all the odd connections. How frequently wells are carried in aprons and removed to another spot, how a blind and a lame pilgrim often travel together in search of a cure but only one is rewarded; how maids were forever washing their petticoats in wells even though they should have known better; how blessed fish pop up all over the place; how no well is complete without a sacred stone and a sacred tree; how saints leave their footprints all over the place; how saints are a pretty weird bunch -the female usually beautiful and pursued by unwelcome lovers so they generally maim themselves (though they're not above a bit of cursing if necessary); the men are either wilderness figures who wear animals skins and don't eat and remove themselves far from company, especially female - unfortunately these are usually the irresistible ones - the resitables ones seem prone to being very grumpy and quite frequently turn those that annoy them  into stone! 
A walk was needed after all that. Though grey elsewhere the water, especially by the pier, was the most amazing teal. Here is the old butter house, the fire just lit and some rather nice reflections.