Posted on January 28, 2016
Since I started participating in Norm’s Thursday Doors challenge, I’ve featured quite a few old and weathered examples, but this one beats them all. It stands in the middle of the Siq, the long narrow path that leads to the main entrance of Petra, and is well over 2,000 years old. I suppose arguably it’s a doorway rather than a door, but it’s still worth looking at.
Thursday Doors 28 January 2016
Posted on January 21, 2016
This week we’re not just close to home; we’re at home. We bought what you could reasonably describe as a ‘doer-upper’ back in 2005. It was, as the agent’s particulars stated, in trés mauvais état – a very bad state.
This was the back door leading into what is now the kitchen:
Inside there was a tree growing out of the wall where the log-burning stove now sits. The whole interior has been effectively rubbed out and started again. We’ve also made a few changes to the exterior:
Posted on January 14, 2016
Posted on January 7, 2016
Continuing last week’s theme of decrepit blue doors, this battered-looking specimen is to be found on the island of Burano in the Venetian lagoon.
And here are a couple more from Venice that I’ve used in previous posts:
Posted on December 31, 2015
As a special end-of-year treat, this week Norm suggests we recycle a previous post. So here’s a door I used last year for a WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge on the theme of Endurance. You can see why.
The hamlet of Bonnefont is just a few miles from here, but with about 30 houses its a sprawling metropolis compared to here at Tranquility Base, which can muster ten permanently occupied and half a dozen holiday homes.
Posted on December 24, 2015
Posted on December 17, 2015
Last week’s door wasn’t very far from here, but today I’m even closer to home: about 30 feet from my back door.
Our house is actually two cottages knocked together (if you want to know a little more, you can read this) and forms one end of a larger bâtiment which includes two barns, one of which belongs to us and one to our neighbour, Albert (whose own house is just in front of ours). Needless to say, this being rural France, our barn is at the far end of the bâtiment, and it’s Albert’s that adjoins our house.
You get used to it.
Anyway, this picture is a detail of the very ancient side door to Albert’s barn. You can get some idea of its age from the grooves that have been worn in the wood from the swinging latch. I’m glad I took this when I did, because he’s only gone and painted it, hasn’t he?