A FitzGerald Medley

A FitzGerald Medley

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line
Nor all thy Tears wash out a word of it.

That is a particularly striking quatrain from Edward FitzGerald's Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. FitzGerald, a friend of Tennyson, is one of the Suffolk poets and we went to Woodbridge to follow up both FitzGerald and his family connection to our own family.

Here is the Victorian poet himself



We also sounght out his main Woodbridge home, known as Little Grange. I mentioned yesterday something of the difficulty of finding places and Little Grange was a classic example. The Victorian address was the main Woodbridge road, and at one time no doubt the house's land went down to the road. Now, however, that land has been long sold off and the entrance to Little Grange lay on the side road instead. It took a while to find, but the owners received us with great coutesy and allowed me to photograph their home.

In FitzGerald's day Little Grange looked like this



But now it looks slightly different



Our final bit of photography on this trip was to find the Fitzgerald church, actually Boulge Church, in the esdtate grounds of the long gone Boulge Hall. We got our pictures through perseverance and patience, catching the literally two or three minutes of sun on a bleak Friday evening.



Photography with a purpose, fantastic! To my mind that gives our hobby direction and definitely for me enhances the pleasure of image making.