Thursday, April 20, 2006

The Da Vinci Code, The Holy Grail, And A Satirical Wheelbarrow At Rosslyn Chapel


I have, as you may have noticed, been away. I spent the best part of the last week attempting to work the Gaz stove whilst listening to the percussion of the rain on the rusting lid of the Dormobile. It was not a relaxing break, but my measure of a good holiday was best summed up by Mr Frank Sinatra, who famously observed that while it is nice to go a-travellin', it's so much nicer at home. (This is not strictly true, as my home is currently infested with clothes moths and Peruvian horny gollochs, but I cling to the sentiment).
I hope, over the next few days, to share the joys of my holiday.
On Easter Sunday, I ventured to Rosslyn Chapel in Midlothian, in search of the Holy Grail. I was not alone. Mr Dan Brown's book, The Da Vinci Code, has led a stream of unlikely pilgrims to the place, looking for answers to a question that most of them seem to have forgotten.
I have not read this book, and do not intend to waste the flickering remnants of my eyesight in doing so, but I am assured that as a work of prose it makes Mr Jeffrey Archer look like Mr Marcel Proust. The book has obviously made on impact on the chapel, which charges visitors £7 to admire its crumbling masonry. Sadly, this means that it is no longer a place of contemplation. I would not be surprised to see "interactive" displays there soon.
I was, however, cheered by the subtle comment of a local farmer on the whole "Da Vinci" business (see photo).

3 comments:

Jackson said...

50p a bag? I feal a fool: I paid 75p for a small sack of Harry Potter dung and an embarrssing £1.20 for a punnet of Roswell Alien Faeces on ebay...

Cliff said...

That's nothing Sir. I believe that Mary Magedelene herself must have had one of our local cafe's famous all day breakfasts judging by the crowds in there this easter weekend just gone. The religious fervour was in evidence when I squeezed inside only to be told 'Jesus Christ will yer shut the blessed door'. These are strange times we live in, which you describe so eloquently Mr Elder

Anonymous said...

It appears your fellow hacks at the Scotland on Sunday just picked this story up today. A true Kirk Elder exclusive.