My heart goes out to the people of Italy affected by the tragic earthquake. It is heartbreaking to see the devastation and loss of life. My deepest sympathy and love to you, brothers and sisters.
Some places have their secrets. When you take a road up the hill to the Woodstock gardens, Inistioge, you have these bushes and trees on your left, and you don’t expect anything else to be there. Then suddenly there is a gap between the trees through which you see the river and the bridge, and the whole world behind them, just for a second, and you keep driving, stunned, unsure if it was for real.
Woodstock is a place loaded with history. This is a ten years old photograph from the gardens. I wonder how many secrets were shared while walking under the canopy of the Yew trees.
Famous Noble Fir Walk in 2005. Not all the trees survived the devastating storm in 2014 when Woodstock gardens lost 120 trees altogether. This alley feels like a temple.
The gardens are designed to surprise. As you walk, there is a surprise or a hidden secret around the next corner… like the Monkey Puzzle Walk that was initially planted in 1845. Historical estate drainage system made it possible for these trees to grow in the area, but they obviously cannot reach their expected age of 1000 years. Recently, many young Araucaria araucana trees were brought from Italy and planted to replace the fallen giants. Araucarias can be traced back to the Mesozoic era, and they know all the secrets of the dinosaurs. Araucaria araucana is native to the Andes, and was introduced to Europe in the end of the 18th century. It got its name Monkey Puzzle from a gardener in Cornwall. This magnificent Monkey Puzzle Walk is the oldest and longest in Europe. There are some other tranquil walks in the wooden area of Woodstock I have yet to explore, and I also want to see the 300 years old Oak trees that grew there long before Woodstock estate was developed.
I love Poppy flowers. I marvel at the way their petals are crumpled in the bud, at their elegant fruit with its beautiful cap (stigma disk, unusual in the blossom world), and seed chambers. When I grew up, we had plenty of opium poppies in our backyard garden. The seeds were collected and used for poppy seed muffins and other pastry, so they were considered food, and using the flowers as princesses and cutting the pods to learn their anatomy was not approved. Still, if we happened to live in some other country, like Australia or the USA, we might end up in jail for cultivating a source of drugs 🙂 . Sigh.
I took pictures of these beautiful poppy blossoms in the Woodstock walled garden. I haven’t seen a humble opium poppy for years, but on a few occasions I enjoyed a slice of poppy seed roll. These gorgeous cousins of opium poppy took me back to the happy days of the flower princesses and simple pleasures of my childhood.
Here is an Old World Poppy Seed Roll recipe.
Woodstock gardens date to the 1740’s. The restoration works that started in 1998 are slow, but steady. I will visit the gardens again and post more pictures in the future. Besides the walled garden, there are rose garden, rockery garden, conservatory, many woodland walks, and many secrets I have to learn.
Exochorda (Pearlbush) and Rhododendron – two beautiful shrubs in bloom. Exochorda, native to China, was introduced in Europe in the 19th century.
Giant Sequoia and Japanese Thuja – straight and crooked 🙂
If you are interested in the history of Woodstock and surrounding lands, you can find more in this article. The history and the people of Woodstock are very interesting to learn about.
In 1737, the twenty-six-year-old Sir William Fownes inherited the estate and commissioned an elegant mansion, completed in 1745. His only daughter Sarah inherited Woodstock after her parents’ death. She married William Tighe of Rossanagh, member of Parliament, and since then Woodstock House has been the home to the Tighe family.
Richard Tighe crossed the Irish Sea in the 1640s – he was a contractor who supplied Cromwell’s army with bread. A century later, Jonathan Swift would persecute his grandson Richard ( Dick) with stinging satire under the title of Dick Fitz-Baker. The Privy Councillor Richard Tighe was also called Dick a maggot, Clad all in Brown etc for making a mistake of informing upon Swift’s good friend.
Dick’s son William had three sons William, Edward and Richard, and a daughter Theodosia who became a mother to a romantic poet Mary Tighe. Mary began to write poetry as a child. In 1805, her six-canto Spenserian allegory Psyche was privately printed. Mary died in Woodstock from ‘consumption’. Asthma was hereditary in the Tighe family, as probably was tuberculosis accompanied with depression. Mrs. Tighe used all the profits from Psyche to built and extension to the Orphan Asylum in Wicklow. This article about Mary Tighe is a great read.
Mary married her first cousin, but it is her brother-in-law I want to mention here – William Statistical Tighe. He was so named because he was the author of ‘Statistical observations relating to Co Kilkenny in 1800-1801’. Statistical was one of the wealthiest landowners of that time; he inherited both Woodstock and Rossanagh. He was very well educated and had traveled around Europe and even to Russia. In 1793, Statistical began extensive works at Woodstock house and added two single-story wings.
Edward’s son George Tighe and his wife were good friends with Mary Shelley who adored their daughter Laurette and even wrote a story for her. This story had been lost for 150 years, and finally discovered in 1997 by an Italian lady in an attic of her Tuscan home.
Dick’s eldest grandson William was the one who married Sarah Fownes and started the Tighe dynasty in Woodstock.
Many gardens and walks were added between 1840 and 1900 by another William Tighe and his wife Lady Louisa Lennox. When Lady Louisa was 12 years old, she was allowed to stay with her godfather, the Duke of Wellington, at the Eve-of-Waterloo Ball, and helped him to buckle on his sword when the festivities were terminated with a call to arms. Lady Louisa set up a lace industry in Inistioge, and lived to the remarkable age of 97. She died in Woodstock in 1900.
In 1911, the next heir Edward and his wife Viola Tighe lost their seven years old son to asthma. The grief-stricken couple left Woodstock and settled in London. They moved most of the furniture, artworks and family heirlooms to London, except the library. In 1917, Captain Edward Tighe was murdered with a fire poker in their London home. The motive to this murder remains unknown. Their son Bryan was killed in 1940 in the battle of Dunkirk.
In 1921, the Woodstock house was burned to the ground by republican forces. The locals quickly removed whatever was left in the house before the fire started. Most of the library was destroyed in blaze, but the locals saved some old, leather-bound books that were taken away by horse and cart. The fire continued to burn for two days. The East wing of the house survived the fire and the Tighe’s former house keeper lived there for a number of years.
Old Cypress tree stretches its branches to touch the wall. It is unlikely that the tree was there when the house succumbed to the fire. Unlikely but not impossible. What if it was there, a seedling that survived the catastrophe?
The outstretched branch looks somewhat spooky. What is it trying to reach?
And there it is. The big dark secret. Look in the middle window.
I abandoned my initial plan to walk through the woods to the river and take a picture of the other side of the bridge because I wasn’t sure that the figure in the window wouldn’t follow me. I briskly walked to my car and left. You might ask why would I want a picture of the other side of the bridge? I already had this one.
This is why. The sides of the bridge are different! In Inistioge, everything has a secret 🙂
Beautiful ten-arches bridge turns 250 this year. By the way, it is chronicled that a mermaid was found downstream of the bridge in 1118.
That’s enough secrets for today 🙂
Have a wonderful weekend!
Italy is breathtaking through your lens Inese!
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A wonderful collection of tree species here and all impressively old. t’s certainly a place with a lot of history, as well as secrets. It was interesting to find out how the monkey puzzle tree actually got that name. Stunning photos, as always – beautiful poppies.
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Thank you so much, Millie! History is full of secrets indeed 🙂
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That’s so true, and it’s nice to be able to ‘fish them out’.
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I’ve loved your last 2 posts Inese – great pictures and background to the places. You should get a retainer from the Irish Tourist Board – actually I read in the paper this morning about a ‘new’ ish travel website called Freebird, for over ’50’s, which seems to have been set up in Ireland – I wondered if you’ve heard anything about it, since I think the father of the founder was another retired vet. I really liked the concept, and when we eventually get round to visiting your lovely region, we’ll base an itinerary round your posts,
best wishes
Julian
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Thank you so much, Julian! I will look up the website. I am not in Ireland right now, and won’t be back for another three weeks – helping my daughter with the new baby. All the posts were written some time ago and scheduled. No time for computer these days 🙂
Best wishes!
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Awesome trees. That monkey puzzle walk would take my breath away, those trees are so mightily tall and have such straight trunks. I do so love trees and spent many hours as a child drawing them, as well as doing bark rubbings, or just lie under them watching the sky through their branches.
That bit of the original house looks like a purpose-built folly. I love follies and have one in my latest novel, with the moon shining through its pretend windows. This weekend, I came across a folly door in an amazing garden I visited. Will be blogging about this garden later this month, a few days before it features on “Gardener’s World”. Do you get that TV programme in Ireland?
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Thank you so much, Sarah! Aren’t the trees amazing. They grow until they die, and their life span is incredible compared to other plants.
So sorry, I haven’t watched the TV for years… Always there was something else to do, and then I quit altogether 🙂
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I didn’t have a TV in my twenties or early thirties. My children’s friends thought it most odd when they first visited the house. But then they quickly decided that it was much more fun without it, as we did lots of imaginary games and inventive things. We also spent lots of time out of doors, exploring.
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I have never been a TV fan. My daughter used to watch MTV in her teen years, and sometimes we would watch a movie. Now, when she has her own family, the kids are watching a Netflix movie once a day. That’s it.
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I rarely have time to watch movies as they’re far too long. Just imagine how many books those kids could read in a year, instead of spending 1.5 – 2 hours a day watching movies!
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Exactly. Hope they learn reading soon.
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Another beautiful walk, Inese!!! Thank you so much for sharing your awesome photographs with us all – they are always the thing I look most forward to every week! 🙂 And so much lovely history details – I´m a real sucker for those 😉 Wish you a beautiful weekend, dear friend! xxxxxxxxx ❤
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Thank you for stopping by, Sarah! 🙂 xx
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You’re very welcome! 🙂 xxxxxxxxx
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awesome pictures ❤
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Thank you Leyla! ❤
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There is always the mystery of the history of a place to keep my mind spinning, and along with your photos of the Woodstock gardens, I can understand why it is such a fascinating place. The secrets such places could share is what I find so exciting ~ and your first photo between the trees give a similar feel. Wish you a great weekend ahead ~
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Thank you so much for stopping by! The history of old houses is fascinating.
We are so very busy with our little baby – I continue posting the scheduled stuff, but have a hard time visiting other bloggers. I will catch up when get back home in a couple of weeks. Have a wonderful weekend!
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Great to be busy and enjoy ~ enjoy ~ enjoy 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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I think WordPress should introduce a button for “absolutely loved” Brilliant. A walk through history. I love learning about history and finding out about all Woodstock’s secrets, FABULOUS. That figure in the window was a bit spooky though 🙂 x
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Thank you so much! There was no one else in the gardens at that time, and I did feel uneasy 🙂 I tried to look from a different angle expecting the figure to disappear, but it didn’t. Oh well, who can blame me – I just took off 🙂
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Your photographs are stunning! I’m going to share your blog with a few of my friends.
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Thank you so much, Madeline!
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The trees hold secrets only a few are fortunate to know. My mummy always said to listen to the wind through the trees, and if you concentrate hard enough, they’ll “leaf” you with answers to the mysteries of the universe. 🙂 🌳
Thank you for your amazing photos of these magical giants. I enjoyed learning about the . Araucarias. 🌼 🌸 💐
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Thank you so much for your visit! Your mother sure knows many secrets. I grew up in the forest and can relate.
Araucarias are often seen in people’s front yards here in Ireland. They have a prehistoric look, especially when young.
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Oh, this is perfect. I’ve been itching for a chance to walk through the woods for days, but kids have not allowed much. Your images are a lovely way for me to end my evening. Such forests and flowers…colors I want to embrace with all my senses. Yet another magnificent achievement, my friend! 🙂 xxxx
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Thank you so much, Jean! We went to the canyon another day, but with two toddlers and the baby there was very little hiking 🙂 It is almost a month since I am away.
Thank you again for joining the trip 🙂
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Happy to hike at your side whenever I can! 🙂
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Gorgeous captures as always! Hubby and I love walking on these trails. And we’ve started warming up to the idea of walking and hiking and discovering blooms. The blooms look beautiful and I love the picture of the quiet road surrounded by trees on either side.
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Thank you for joining me. There is much more to see in the gardens, but I have no pictures to share. May be some other time.
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Another excellent post with fabulous pics. Thanks for sharing, Inese! ♥
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Thank you for reading, Kev! It is a popular spot for the special event photo sessions – beautiful, mysterious and full of amazing light.
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And, I love bridges. 😊
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I too, both modern and medieval 🙂
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Oh yes! 😊
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Wonderful photos and post. It was a pleasure to ready about the history.
My prayers go out to Italy.
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Thank you so much!
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I’m in love with these photographs. I love walking among the trees.. I feel so relaxed when I do that and just looking at your beautiful pictures makes me feel very good. These hidden spots are fabulous. I also love the bridge.. I find the archway bridges always very picturesque. Oh and the poppy.. the poppy is fantastic !
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Thank you for stopping by! These are old pictures, I never have time to go and walk around the gardens 🙂 Just wanted to share a bit of history after seeing that strange figure in the window 😉
I have a soft spot for poppies, one of my favorite plants 🙂
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Poppies are so delicate. I just love them as well. I love how wrinkled they are when they bloom 🙂 A bit like us, when we sleep for too long and we have the sheet marks on our face 🙂
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Yes, exactly 🙂 And then they unfold their petals and all the wrinkles are gone after a day or two 🙂
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Exquisite photographs — and those bowed trees are breathtaking! Thanks for the poppy recipe, Inese. I love poppy seeds. The red poppy flower is a symbol of death, renewal, and life. The seeds are amazing and can remain dormant in the earth for years, but can sense when the soil is ready and will blossom. Smart seeds!
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Thank you for stopping by! Yes, we never collected the poppy seeds for planting – our poppies took care of themselves. I didn’t know that the red poppy is a symbol of death and life. Now I love them even more 🙂 Thank you so much again. xx
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You inspire me. Someday soon, I’ll write about the poppy and dedicate it to you. xo
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Oh thank you sunshine!
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Another great blog Inese – beautiful images too!
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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The tunnel formed by the yew is really impressive, they are very slow-growing trees, I love your beautiful pictures of ancient trees !!
In my land yew tree is a very appreciated, now there are very few, in ancient times was considered magical among some communities …
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Yes, you are right, they are very slow growing. These trees were trimmed, and it upset me because I didn’t see any reason for doing that. The tunnel was so beautiful, and now it has holes all over it.
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Fabulous photos and great historical information, Inese. I really enjoyed this post. Thanks. 🙂 Another place on my bucket list now.
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Thank you, Jean! The history is fascinating, and the gardens are gorgeous in summer. There is much more to see than I posted here.
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Breathtaking photos and a wonderful story! Thank you, Johanna
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Thank you so much, Johanna!
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Fascinating place and history. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you so much, Gulara!
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What a beautiful place. It takes centuries of vision to create such beauty with trees and those who undertake the work don’t see the results of their efforts. I love the generosity of those gifts. Interesting history – you brought the family to life, Inese.
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Thank you so much, Diana! It is fascinating to read different records and find these bits and pieces that seem important for my story. Even the fact that Statistical built up two wings that survived the fire seem so meaningful and add to his reputation as a man of vision 🙂
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Thank you so much for the reblog!
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You are very welcome so much for the reblog.
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Great photos.
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Thank you for stopping by and the reblog!
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You are very graciously welcome. I was glad that I was able to stop by.
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What a beautiful and historic place! Lovely photos 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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Name dropper… 😉
… but I hadn’t heard of the Woodstock Gardens, thanks for the new discovery, it looks like a lovely place. And I’m partial to arboretums in any case.
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Thank you for stopping by! These pictures were taken on the go. I just wanted to share a piece of history. Some day I will go there for a sole purpose of writing a blog about the trees and the gardens:)
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What a marvellous place, Inese. There were many beautiful pictures of trees, but the best bit for me was actually that amazing bridge. As for your shocking past as a poppy grower… 🙂
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Haha Bun, yes, I miss the poppies. I think I even had a better night sleep after eating all those pastries 😉 Try the recipe in my link.
The bridge is unusual indeed. No one knows the reason why it was built that way.
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My best guesses about the bridge are that the design was caused by either an architect with a very bad memory or a construction crew with a hangover.
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I will keep digging the internet. History is my hobby 🙂 The downstream side of the bridge was based on the design of the Blackfriars Bridge in London. May be this caused some copyright problems?
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I’m sure there must be an interesting story about the history of the bridge somewhere.
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I wouldn’t be surprised if the story had perished during the arson in the Woodstock house…
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That would be a shame…
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Oh, Inese, what a glorious and beautiful place. All your pictures are gorgeous, but that first one is so amazing! Thank you for sharing such beauty!
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Thank you so much, Linda! 🙂
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I think I am breathing JUST having seen your photographs. Any words to describe them would be trite, especially the first one. What a great history too. Thank you my darling for sharing this. I am in awe xx
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Thank you so much! I just wanted to share some bits of history and the scary ghost of the house 🙂 The first picture reveals one of the secrets of this place. All those who drive slowly and pay attention have this picture 🙂 xx
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Oh your pictures have ghosts, more sad than scary. Kind of wistful. ( Our last house was most interesting that way. I say no more) My overall feeling is that one is there and wouldn’t follow you in any bad way. it might watch you closely– but would probably leave it at that. x
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Oh you should write more about your ghost! I have some experience with them, and love to listen other people’s stories 🙂
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I did blog it guest blog it once Inese, I would have to find the link. But I wasn’t the only one to know there was something wrong with that house. x
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Sometimes I think that having a permanent ghost in the house is like having a guard. My friend’s son in seeing shadow people, but I don’t know if they are ghosts or something else. I will check your tags 🙂
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Well, I think you have a point there about a guard. I’ve found the link to that ghost post and I think some of the things that happened were to do with ‘guarding’. The shadow people could well be a ghost. That was another thing that went on. Here is the link. https://angelascavone.com/2015/10/30/ghost-story-with-shehanne-moore/
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Wow, that’s a scary story. Throwing objects is not a nice thing to do even if one is a grumpy ghost. So, the psychic helped him move on and you lived in peace ever after?
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We don’t live there now but there wasn’t any more incidents after the psychic came. It was alwsy like living with another person in the house. You just couldn’t see them.
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Poor man just needed a little push. He is probably grateful for setting him free.
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Mind you I am saying that. I once or twice saw an inexplicable shadow and then there was the time I was sitting playing the piano. (And you know that was another thing, I had this red haired pupil and often when she was sat there at the piano something got hauled off the wall.) Anyway I thought I caught sight of a figure right beside the piano out of the corner of my eye in the second before the table lamp flew at me on its cord and smashed. I kid you not, there was no earthly reason for that lamp to move in that way, to break either. There was glass everywhere.
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It is amazing how strong was the spirit. I guess he was getting more and more annoyed with each new tenant moving in. He didn’t bother your sister otherwise she would call the psychic years ago, right? He probably hated the music and visitors. I am sure there are many spirits hanging around, but not everyone can see them. I am considering a trip to the haunted house in Co Wexford. No photography there, unfortunately. A friend of mine went there with her boyfriend : http://loftushall.ie/
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My sister saw him one night. he bothered her too. He bothered women interestingly and he was furious they took out what he regarded as his room when they took down that wall but he then seemed to think it was me who had done it. I never really believed in anything like this till we went there and it was really validation in a way that I never said to anyone either to start with but there, they had experiences too. Interestingly what you say about strong sprit was said by that medium. She said it the instant she stepped in and that he was at her wanting me to go. When she was trying to speak to him…and this sounds daft like I am nuts..but it is the truth, the room got like someone was turning down a light. There was black everywhere. I have never seen anything like it and I hope never to see anything again. It was scary stuff. Enough to convince me about everything
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Yet, she wasn’t a very powerful medium, right? Still, he obeyed and left. For me, it means that we can protect ourselves if we learn some basic techniques. When I was young, I have read about the spirits a lot. Some people who care too much about their possessions and are not engaged in any spiritual and mental activity ( don’t read, don’t think much, etc) are helpless after they suddenly die, because they don’t know how to live without their physical bodies. They have difficulties to move on, and can stick to their earthly home for a while. I didn’t believe in all this stuff before I had a powerful experience in 1986. I might write about it some day. You are not nuts at all 🙂
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That would fantastic if you did write about it. I think if you have experienced something then you do believe but you also realise that those who have never experienced anything may look at you strangely. That is interesting re why some people stick because they are stuck. x
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That story is not about the ghosts. It is about magic, spells, voodoo dolls… These things are quite popular, still. I didn’t believe in any of that until summer 1986.
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I can’t wait to read it xx
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Gorgeous photos, and I always love knowing the history of a place. Very cool.
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Thank you so much, Mary! The history of this place is fascinating indeed.
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A great post with awesome photography!
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Thank you so much! Woodstock is a popular place for lifestyle photography sessions. Most of the pictures for this blog were taken years ago -I am not really into garden and flower photography. One day (when I have a free morning) I will go there and make a thorough photo reportage 🙂
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Thank you for sharing this magical and mystical place. I was particularly interested in the monkey walk. My husband and I fell in love with a monkey tree in Seattle. So I bought him a monkey tree sapling for Christmas. It is growing very slowly in our yard and it is our gift to someone in the future.
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I am so happy you have found something personal in my post, Bernadette! These trees are like nothing else. A friend of mine planted a seed and grew a tiny Monkey puzzle tree in her backyard. They do grow slow, but it is such a delight to look at them 🙂 When young, they look like those monkeys with long legs and arms 🙂
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Fascinating history; magical woodland; and lovely flowers. Can’t ask for much more in a post.
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Thank you so much for your visit, Derrick!
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An interesting story and those photos are magical, Inese.
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Thank you so much, Cynthia. History is a fascinating thing.
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A beautiful post Inese.
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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Great pictures of the trees and the flowers. The tree trunks in the garden are so straight up (in the 3rd picture from the top). They look like rows of pillars along the path way. Walking along there must feel strange at the trees are so tall and huge.
I did not know the poppy seeds we eat are from the real poppies that can also produce opium (am I right)? No wonder, I like poppy seeds 🙂 Oh, love your white flower picture.
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Thank you so much for stopping by! Yes, the seeds have no opium in them, I guess, but the plant is the same. You can check the recipe in my link. I think it is easy to bake, you just need a lot of the poppy seeds 🙂
The trees are very high – there are people in the picture to show the scale. Amazing feeling.
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Gorgeous, Inese, on what has been such a sad week for Italy especially.
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Thank you! 🙂
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All these beautiful, peaceful looking photos — and the enchanting narrative. Well done Inese. Have a beautiful weekend. Mega hugs.
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Thank you so much, Teagan! I love reading about history. It is marvelous how everything is entangled 🙂
Many hugs!!!
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Wonderful photographs and a great history lesson Inese. It looks absolutely beautiful there.
xxx Hugs Galore xxx
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Thank you so much, David! The history of Tighe family is fascinating. Many hugs! xxxxxx
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What an enchanting and magical place! One could get there. And what a history with the Monkey Walk. Gorgeous photos – thanks for sharing and thinking about the people of Italy as their world had literally been shaken.
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It’s always special when you get to go places of beauty
And you know you’ll never get to go
But then you bring them to us
Yes Italy
So sad the earth is now crying
We sit wonder what we be next
I don’t like those words
out of our control
Thank you Inese
As always Sheldon
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Thank you so much Sheldon! Yes, the earth is pretty small, and one earthquake is followed by more. I have read about one in Burma that happened today. More will follow, unfortunately.
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Fabulous post! The history is awesome, your shots are great & the poppies beauties. … I’m hoping you can get some shots of the mermaid. Someone has to get one…. some day! 😉
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Yes, it is in the records, about the mermaid. The creature was buried in the church graveyard, they say.
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Wow! Love it.
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Clearly a cocktail of deciduous, conifer and glorious flowering ‘things’…a fantasy come true.
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Thank you so much, Mike 🙂
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Magnificent telling of history and beautiful photos. If those trees aren’t sentient beings, there is no such thing. The poppies are wonderful, my favourite flower. Thanks for the great post.
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Thank you so much for stopping by! 🙂
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Beautiful and fascinating, Inese! I envy your travels!
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Thank you so much for joining the trip 🙂
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Always such a pleasure, Inese! 🙂
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Awesome story … magnificent photography …
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Thank you so much! The history of the place is quite fascinating.
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The best walk I’ve ever done, nice.
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Thank you so much, Bob! Inistioge is a great place to learn some secrets 🙂
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my heart goes out as well – and nice post
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Thank you so much! All my posts are written in advance and scheduled until November. I just added a note because it is heartbreaking.
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Thanks for your enchanting story and pictures!
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Thank you so much for stopping by!
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