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Bell ringing woman

Please note bicycle clips. They worked a treat too.

Melanie’s dress is, hands down, the most beautiful wedding dress I’ve ever seen.

But I had been gone for hours and hours and hellhounds were very glad to see me.

The shoes.

And we’re having duck and champagne.

And we’re having duck and champagne.

Cute overload.

Best hot frock shoes.

. . is the name of a restaurant. I am not joking.

...learning the deep inner meaning of all opera from the programme book. I think the statue looks like something out of Edward Gorey.

Interior design

Interior design

Interior design

I like this one. It could be anyone. Anyone with a Laura Ashley* shirt. And glasses. And pearls, and a little coral rose** on a chain. And I’ll tell you about my belt buckle some day too. Nobody else has that belt buckle.
I’m sure bell ringing is good exercise for your waist muscles. And a lot more interesting than those torso crunches. Also, standing around with your hands over your head, you look really thin. How many hobbies give you the excuse to stand around with your hands over your head a lot?

Note bad form however. Hands on a bell rope should be together at all times as if glued.

* All right, all right. I’ll buy anything with roses on it.

** Yes! It’s a theme! It’s not a NEW theme!

Ringing a touch. Note that everybody’s rope is at a different point of its rise or fall: because every bell is in a different location. (Or had better be. But probably is here, or we would be looking a lot more agonised.) All of you who have watched the bell ringing videos–or any of you who ring yourselves–will recognise what’s happening. It looks a little strange caught and frozen like this.

Oh, feh, and my hands aren’t together again.

Person thinking beautiful thoughts while waiting for her next go on a bell. I think this was right after I got through the Stedman Triples. I’m suffering from disbelief.*

Note square halo. Okay, definitely right after the Stedman Triples. It’s off centre because I’ve been penalised for failing to keep my hands together.**

* Bizarrely in many of these ringing photos my eyes are closed. I really didn’t want to know there was a Man with a Camera present. But it does make choosing a few to post a trifle more fraught. I don’t want to give you the impression that I ring with my eyes closed. Although if I did it would mean I’m a much better ringer than I am in real life. One of the things whizzy ringers do sometimes is ring facing outward so they have to do it only by ear and rhythm. Gives me the whimwhams just thinking about it.

** See previous posts. And I have to find out if you can hang more than one photo per entry

REACH FOR IT, SUCKER.

Or rather, Hold onto it, sucker.

. . . First Rule of Bell Ringing: Never, ever, ever let go of the tail end of the rope.* But you actually want your arms straight, like this, at the top of the backstroke; it’s supposed to give you better control or something. Gods help me then if I rang with bent arms. Ah well.

* You have several hundred to several thousand pounds of mad bell up there on your leash, just longing to do a bolt.