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Anyone else secretly love a spot of gothic mood, rainy streets and a warm coffee shop to view folk passing by? This shot of Castlehill in Edinburgh perfectly sums up the weather in Britain over the past 24 hours! 🌧 Love this by @wojtek.mika
Blimey, yesterday I was even wearing my thick winter jumper! It was one of those days where the rain just didn’t stop. Steady, not too hard rain, gently soaking you like the tongue on a friendly dog. A prewash before Autumn falls.
The very gothic looking Castehill was first recorded in text around 1484 and is thought to be one of the oldest parts of Edinburgh Old Town. Pretty sure this is where the Death Eaters live. This steep and narrow road forms the summit of Edinburgh’s historic Royal Mile, where, at its end, opens into the esplanade before the Edinburgh castle.
The route of the Royal Mile follows the ridge of volcanic rock which once flowed from the nearby volcano, and was shaped by a glacier which moved across the area during the last ice age, approximately 10,000 years ago. Around the last time we had a sunny day 🤓
Have a lovely Saturday! Super shot by @wojtek.mika 🇬🇧 To be featured, follow and tag us 🇬🇧
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✨The legend of the foundation of the chapel Sainte-Barbe at Le Faouet is illustrative of the strange powers of this saint. A Lord of Toulboudou, near Guémené, was overtaken by a severe thunderstorm while hunting. No shelter was available, and as the storm increased in fury the huntsmen trembled for their lives, and doubtless repeated with much fervour the old Breton charm: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
. ‘’Sainte Barbe et sainte Claire,
Preservez-moi du tonnerre,
Si le tonnerre tombe
Qu'il ne tombe pas sur moi!’’⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
which may be roughly translated: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
. ‘’Saint Barbe the great and sainted Clair,
Preserve me from the lightning's glare.
When thunderbolts are flashing red
Let them not burst upon my head.’’⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
The Lord of Toulboudou, however, was not content with praying to the Saint. He vowed that if by her intercession he was preserved from death he would raise a chapel to her honour on the narrow ledge of rock above. No sooner had he made this vow than the storm subsided, and safety was once more assured. In the ancient archives of Le Faouet we read that on the 6th of July, 1489, John of Toulboudou bought of John of Bouteville, Lord of Faouet, a piece of ground on the flank of the Roche-Marche-Bran, twenty-five feet by sixteen feet, on which to build a chapel to the honour of St Barbe, and there the chapel stands to this day.✨🍃🏰 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀