Tuesday, September 30, 2008

The Doors of Hadrian's Wall

Cha d’dhùin doras nach d’fhosgail doras.
No door ever closed, but another opened.

Before we entirely leave Hadrian's Wall, I must show my trail doors. Had I not been so preoccupied with the other eye candy on the trail -- and I'm not referring to the "sexy voice" guy in the pub -- my camera would have been filled with more doors. I wrote an earlier blog on the Doors of Bhutan. Joan has a gallery just for Doors.

What is it that draws some photographers to doors?

Farm building doors along the way were not your usual bland entrances. These farm doors were Mykonos colored and, curious... do you suppose Sarah Palin got hold of that second floor door to nowhere?

More farm doors...

The door to this fortified house entered into the second floor -- the better to defend your house from those nasty "reivers" come raiding across the border from Scotland in the 15th and 16th centuries. English law required the border houses have three foot thick walls for defense. How would you like that in your homeowner's association agreement?

Beautifully simple and classic church doors...

Classic doors in the little villages we walked through...

Joan spotted this loving door at the Low Rigg dairy farm that put us up for a night.

And, last but not least, a door to one of the many of the pubs we frequented along the way ... my kind of door.


Pat said...

I've noticed that the door attraction thing is very common - must be some sort of instinct or sixth sense.

Kappa no He said...

Those are beautiful. The one with the heart adorable. Old stuff is so wonderful!