24 April 2014

Stow-on-the-Wold, The Cotswolds #travelthursday

The two greatest craftsmen of the Second Age, the elf-lord Celebrimbor and the Dwarf Narvi, built the Doors. They were made like a flush door, the jambs invisible to the eye, and matched so perfectly with the mountain rock that, when closed, the Doors could not be seen. The slabs were made by Narvi out of grey material stronger than stone and inlayed by Celebrimbor with Ithildin, which can only be seen in starlight and moonlight; when visible, the fine silver-like inlay showed a hammer and anvil (emblems of Durin), a crown and seven stars, two trees surmounted by crescent moons, and a single star (the emblem of the House of Feanor).
 

The inscription on the archivlot read:

"Ennyn Durin Aran Moria. Pedo mellon a Minno. Im Narvi hain echant. Celebrimbor o Eregion tethant. I thiw hin"

("The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak friend and enter. I Narvi made them. Celebrimbor of Hollin drew these signs.") - J.R.R Tolkien
 

You can see why so many Lord of the Rings fans are convinced that Tolkien, who passed by St. Edward's Church in Stow-on-the-Wold, may have been inspired to base his description of the doors to fabled Moria on the ancient oak doors guarded by two gnarled Yew trees for a millennia or so.


Every time we pass through this beautiful Cotswold village, I have to stop, dash out of the car and spend a dreamy moment considering these beautiful doors, a passage to another world.


The village itself is a chocolate box example of England - soft, buttery Cotswold Limestone, lending a picturesque visage of how farming England used to be. The town is teeny, based around a village market square where livestock fairs would gather to peddle their sheep, and servants would mill looking to find a better employer, a better life.


Now, it's a sleepy tourist & sun trap, full of twisting lanes, Ivy-covered cottages and at certain times of the year hay bales for locals to gather round, toasting the spring sunshine with freshly pulled pints and tea cups full of the good stuff.


Not a bad life, hey?


In Autumn, the fields are laden with golden rape and hay bales awaiting their wintry duties, all crowned by cotton wool clouds.

 
It almost makes you want write poetry. Don't worry, I won't make you sit through it...
 
(Ps. the theme for the travel linkup this month is your most surprising destination. The reveal posts will roll out from the 1st of the month, and we'd love you to join in the fun!)
 

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    1. Aren't they! Everything time I have to stop and gaze at them!

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  2. Seeing those doors have been on my England travel bucket list for awhile now! Gorgeous! x

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    1. There are a couple of organised day trips that take in the village from London - totally worth it the car hours.

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  3. Wow it's so pretty. That door and those trees is seriously magical.

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    1. Just gorgeous right - leaping from the hills of Mordor. England *sigh* is just so beautiful.

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  4. Wow, that door definitely seems magical enough to inspire some great fantasy!

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    1. You can almost see the creatures behind them...!

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  5. Wow, what a beautiful place! I haven't been to the Cotswolds yet but would love to. I'd love to see that door!

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    1. They are stunning, especially in spring & autumn colours.

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    1. I love my lonely planet guide for them!

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