The scene from my windown on waking...
In the bleak midwinter.
The refectory oak, a tangle of snow-coated branches.
The new cloister into the abbey church.
The cemetery...
... always an evocative place.
O crux spes unica.
The rockery pond.
Ever so quiet.
A not-so-inviting bench.
The seniors' block and abbey church.
Douai Abbey...
... that's us.
Tracks in the snow from someone brave enough to drive today.
The hedge archin the monastery garden.
Pure as the driven snow.
The wilds of the monastery garden.
The church form the monastery garden.
The sheep tuck in.
They get more on them than in them.
The abbey from the sheep fold.
A bit closer...
A shy girl.
Ciao ragazzi.
Approaching the abbey.
The noble pile.
The garden from the stairwell in the seniors' block.
Back in my room.
The three crests. snow-capped.
