In Trinity Hall the November Fair is an occassion to buy cakes, and jams and marmalade, and enter raffles, and get nick-nacks. The book stall was looking depleted when I left after an early rush, so there should not be too much to do when I go back to help clear up.

At 11 somebody rang a bell and announced we would be silent for a minute to mark the end of the First World War. Everybody seemed frozen in an attitude like playing musical statues: remembering something. If it was not a loved one who did not return from war, then it was someone they missed despite the passage of the days or years…

Then it was all off again: eating cakes drinking tea and coffee, sealed bids for three painting by Judith Payne, helping raise a bit more money towards whatever it is that needs funds this year.

This shadow of the cross from the roof of St Helens moves slowly across the wall from front to back, as it did back then when young men (butchers boys and office clerks) marched away from Abingdon to Death-or-Glory.

Down near St Helens Church this van from The Cumbria Clock Company has come about 250 miles to look at the St Helens Clock. The notice on the lamp-post says that East and West St Helens Street will be closed tomorrow for the Remembrance Day Parade.

This charming man was outside Going Places, the travel agents, this morning, selling poppies. Today is Armistice Day (the 11th of the 11th).

Sometimes, but not very often, I’ll fake a picture for dramatic effect.

One of these pictures has had the colours enhanced, one has not.

The first is just some trees in a car’s wing-mirror at Millets Farm.

The second is looking towards Abingdon Bridge from St Helen Wharf. (The cottage on the bridge is a mini version of the cottage in yesterday’s post.)

One picture has been faked by pulling a colour slider along. (I use the free irfanview editor for trimming and shrinking pictures but use ms-paint for adding arrows or writing. )

“Faking it” is Channel 4’s reality show. One individual is given four weeks to master a skill well enough to fool a group of expert judges.

Shadows are thrown across the ruts in the Thames Path.
Under the bridge sunlight enters deep into the normally dark tunnel.

Over the bridge half of the cottage is hidden beneath the bridge-side wall.