I stayed at Loftus House, which is the artist colony’s residence.
Across from Loftus House was the priory. The only times I went in, I had to go in the basement, where we could eat after the friars had left the — what do they call it? — the refectory, I think. But here’s the wall that fronts the stairs up to the real entrance.
In Loftus House, I had a private room on the second floor. Since there was only one other writer in residence at that time, only two of us had to share the bathroom. It was obvious that painters were often in residence, because here’s the bathroom wall, with a glimpse of one of the transoms that were over every door.
I love transoms. I can remember the houses of friends when I was little, old houses with high ceilings and a transom over every interior door to funnel out hot air in the summer.
We also shared the kitchen. Dig these doors and drawers!
I had a memento mori in one of my windows.
I took a picture of my work space, which I use on this blog like all the time.
It was great, looking through the guest book, and seeing friends and idols who had had the same room and had worked at the same desk.
And I can’t leave the Mount without re-posting my favorite picture of the stay.
There’s a legend that vicious wolves attacked a city. St. Francis went out and preached to them, and they listened and reformed themselves. This statue. This statue. Can you see why the evil MomGoth thinks this statue is so freakin’ funny? I mean, I’m sorry for the effacement obviously effected, actually, by time and weather, but, still….
This post is part of Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors link-up. If you want to see some truly amazing doors, go to Norm’s blog and see his door photos. Then click on the blue frog link to find links to other Thursday Door blogs.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about wolves.