A Faster Connection to Heaven
Three miles from Tenby is the idyllic and delightful Caldey Island. It's owned by Cistercian monks who live in an Italian-style monastery and make a living from growing flowers to make perfume, and growing cocoa beans to make chocolate. Okay, they don't grow cocoa beans, but they do make chocolate, and it's delicious. You could, if you wished, buy some from their website, and their perfume and shortbread too.
Beautiful beaches:
Wild flowers everywhere:
Cliffs, wild waves, rocks, seals:
Yes, gorgeous. My mother grumbles her way round some parts of it every year, because the monks have the effrontery to put up the occasional statue of Christ on the cross, and she disapproves mightily because she thinks it's a cruel image and she doesn't like religion.
"But, Mum, they're MONKS. Religion is what they do. And they own the island."
"Well, I don't think they should have put up this statue. Horrid."
Anyway, thanks to Ruth who sent me the link to a news report today. The monks of Caldey Island have got thoroughly fed up of their slow dial-up connection (yes, we broadband junkies remember with a kind of affectionate horror that er- erererer- er -er er - noise as the dial-up dialled up). So the monks have acquired a shiny new broadband connection.
The BBC report has a pretty picture of the island and a lot of facts about how broadband will help the monks. And the person who wrote it is to be commended for introducing no element of innuendo or Smut in any way at all.
Unlike the person who's writing this blog, who has a happy image in her head of all the monks gathered round their computer at this very moment, looking at websites with titles like Teen Nuns with Very Dirty Habits.
Beautiful beaches:
Wild flowers everywhere:
Cliffs, wild waves, rocks, seals:
Yes, gorgeous. My mother grumbles her way round some parts of it every year, because the monks have the effrontery to put up the occasional statue of Christ on the cross, and she disapproves mightily because she thinks it's a cruel image and she doesn't like religion."But, Mum, they're MONKS. Religion is what they do. And they own the island."
"Well, I don't think they should have put up this statue. Horrid."
Anyway, thanks to Ruth who sent me the link to a news report today. The monks of Caldey Island have got thoroughly fed up of their slow dial-up connection (yes, we broadband junkies remember with a kind of affectionate horror that er- erererer- er -er er - noise as the dial-up dialled up). So the monks have acquired a shiny new broadband connection.
The BBC report has a pretty picture of the island and a lot of facts about how broadband will help the monks. And the person who wrote it is to be commended for introducing no element of innuendo or Smut in any way at all.
Unlike the person who's writing this blog, who has a happy image in her head of all the monks gathered round their computer at this very moment, looking at websites with titles like Teen Nuns with Very Dirty Habits.
posted by Daphne at 10:07 pm
3 Comments:
Great pictures. As for "Teen Nuns with Very Dirty Habits" I think this is an excellent site. Of course they get their habits dirty in the course of mucking out the pigs or digging manure into their potato field - such is the strength of their religious devotion.... Hope it doesn't rain too much in Leeds while I am away getting sunstroke on the Turquoise Coast of Turkey.
I hadn't checked out their website before... what on earth are a group of Cistercian monks doing in the perfume industry? And how did they get into that business?
I think you're right. If they care so much about smellies, they must be into smut. So the wireless broadband with its increased connection speeds will allow quick looks at all sorts of naughtiness.
Laughter from NZ... I like the way you bring a little of everything into your posts Daphne!
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