From the Mt Cook area around the Basin Reserve in Wellington, New Zealand’s capital.
Wat Phrathat Doi Suthep is a Buddhist temple in Chiang Mai province in Thailand.
According to legend, a monk named Sumanathera from Sukhothai had a dream; in this dream god told him to go to Pang Cha and look for a relic. Sumanathera ventured to Pang Cha and is said to have found a bone, which many claim was Buddha’s shoulder bone. The relic displayed magical powers; it glowed, it was able to vanish, it could move itself and replicate itself. Sumanathera took the relic to King Dharmmaraja who ruled the Sukhothai.
White elephant shrine
The eager Dharmmaraja made offerings and hosted a ceremony when Sumanathera arrived. However the relic displayed no abnormal characteristics, and the king, doubtful of the relic’s authenticity, told Sumanathera to keep it.
However, King Nu Naone of the Lanna Kingdom heard of the relic and offered the monk to take it to him instead. In 1368 with Dharmmaraja’s permission, Sumanathera took the relic to what is now Lamphun, in northern Thailand. The relic apparently split in two, one piece was the same size, the other was smaller than the original. The smaller piece of the relic was enshrined at a temple in Suandok. The other piece was placed by the King on the back of a white elephant which was released in the jungle. The elephant is said to have climbed up Doi Suthep, at the time called Doi Aoy Chang (Sugar Elephant Mountain), trumpeted three times before dying at the site. It was interpreted as a sign and King Nu Naone ordered the construction of a temple at the site. [Wikipedia]
The words originate from an old unknown Irish scribe circa the Eighth century AD from the Tain bo Cuailgne.
I found this in a great Dublin flickr photoset which is worth exploring. Make sure you leave Beppie a comment if you do visit!
At first glance they may look like little mosaic Daleks. At least they do to my brain. [And yes, I am a fan of Dr Who and bawled during the final episode of the last series. And while Christopher Ecclestone was my favourite Dr Who and I happily lusted after him episode after happy episode, David Tennant was a worthy successor.]
Who says that the functional old bollard can’t be beautiful? Those dour old Scots in Glasgow certainly don’t.