Sunday, 19 May 2019



Sunday.


Took above photo of Cavendish earlier in the week on our way home from Clare. Pretty village green scene.
Took  this  photi earlier in the  week, on our  way home from Clare. I think it  is, therefore, the village green  of Cavendish.  It is supposed to be one of the prettiest villages in England - well East Anglia possibly, or South Suffolk anyway. Asked our Swedish granddaughters what they thought once, and they discussed the matter then decided that it was an impossible choice (sounding like elderly ladies of my youth  deciding that "comparisons are odious").  They eventually settled on Kersey as being the prettiest village they know. Couldn't argue with that.

Wednesday, 15 May 2019

Tuesday.



Took photograph of Clare Church on the way home from giving daughter Kerry lunch at a garden centre in Fordham. I've always rather liked this sundial over the Church porch. It seems to give the passer by such solidly good advice, instead of lingering about peering at sundials.

Friday, 10 May 2019

Friday.



Coming back from Sudbury a  week or so ago  we got a little lost in the  lanes, and found ourselves coming into Kersey from the  wrong end (as we see it) so took the above snapshot through the windscreen and a shower.

I must say I still find it difficult to recover snapshots from the camera and then to persuade them to develop themselves onto the  computer screen - sometimes it works - sometimes it don't. Still - must bash on regardless and hope.

Goodnight All. 

Thursday, 9 May 2019

Thursday.

Yesterday we went to a funeral. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that we went to a memorial service held in Stowmarket Church in memory of Matthew Jack, who was husband of Ann's niece, Rebeccah.  They  had two children - Jacob, who is at Exeter University, and Megan, who is in her mid  teens and still at school.   Matthew was a teacher  (sports master) at Claydon School.  He was in his late forties, and always cycled the eight miles or so to school and back. He was out on Good Friday morning on his bicycle when he and a Land Rover were in collision  and he died as a result.  Stowmarket Church was crowded yesterday.  It was, of course, a very moving service.   I was particularly impressed that his widow, our niece Becky, was able to give a eulogy, as was their son Jacob.

 I think Becky and Matt started courting in their late teens, and they seem always to have been a couple,  so I was the more surprised to hear her quiet confidence when speaking of her husband; and although Jacob's voice shook a little at one stage, he recovered and played his part in the service manfully and well. That sort of thing restores one's confidence in the younger generation.

We've been in the habit of calling in on them, when we've been Stowmarket way (and vice versa), so we must make sure that we continue to stay in touch with them.

Tuesday, 7 May 2019

Tuesday.



Today senior daughter Sarah (and I'm not allowed to specify how senior she is!!!!)  motored over from the South Midlands, and we all three went out to lunch at Hollowtrees Farm Restaurant. Excellent lunch there, which we all enjoyed, and indeed lingered over. It is always very good value for money.  Got home and Sarah pottered round the garden with us-  as above. Last Saturday I started to  do the Telegraph Prize Crossword and rather surprised meself. Did all bar six clues, which is very unusual for me these days. After lunch, completed the  crossword with help from Sarah,  which pleased me immensely - haven't been able to do that for over a year. Must knock off now as Sal wants to hit the road before three pip emma.

More later perhaps. Cheers, Mike.

Friday, 3 May 2019

Friday.




Ref yesterday's mystery object, above is a photograph of  the  pewter snuff box in the  shape of  adouble barrelled flintlock pistol. This time the  pistol is lying  flat on its back with the  lid  of the snuff box wide open. I hope  this makes the use and purpose of the snuffbox clearer.
                                         Regards, Mike. This is  about  the third of these I have seen.
                                         I think  they are English.




Wednesday, 1 May 2019

Wednesday.



Bit of a mystery object. Which of  these five objects is 'odd man out' ?   And why? They were all made at much the same date (within a thirty year period probably).

Please give dates, nationalities, and what they are.    Never feel shy about stating the obvious.

Tuesday, 30 April 2019

Tuesday.



Took this photo of recently 'returned home' grand daughter a week or so ago. She  had just prepared something fairly exotic for lunch (Italian dish, I think ???)  and was posing with it for fotie. She really is a charmer. She so obviously enjoys life and it shows.

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Last week I told you of an auction sale in Stowmarket we viewed and left bids on.  I must now confess that I was unsuccessful in all three bids I left. One of the  lots was a bronze canon barrel, and I  only  really wanted it because the carriage was missing, and I've nicely enough old timber in the forge to  rebuild the missing carriage, although I do wonder if antiques' prices are at last rising???
It'll be interesting to see.  Been a pleasantly pottering about the workshop sort of day, although we motored over to Aldham this afternoon because Ann wanted to water some of the windowsill flower arrangements. The Church looked really well cared for when she'd done.  It's a  lovely little round towered church.

Must knock off now.  Good Night All.

Saturday, 27 April 2019

Saturday.


This afternoon Freja starts her long journey home. If all goes according to plan she should arrive home late tomorrow afternoon. Tiring I should think. We've done the journey ourselves a good many times in the  past - usually crossing the North Sea by car ferry (which no longer runs) then taking two or three days driving across Denmark, and up Sweden, buying stock along the way. In the past the trip  has always more than paid for  itself.  Scandinavia at that time was full of small hotels and farmhouse B.& Bs, and the journey was thoroughly enjoyable, and a  big part of  the holiday. We miss it.

The picture above is by Bryan Haylock, an artist who keeps a small bookshop in town. His pictures , perhaps I should say cartoons, show scenes of the town, feature at the Annual Art Exhibition,  and usually  include what he refers to as 'a local worthy' .  My turn to feature came a few years ago. Ann loved it, and said that we must have it as  "being included in one of Bryan's paintings means that we've arrived and been accepted as a local." Not sure of that (although we'd been here about twenty years then) but I've always rather  liked the painting, so didn't mind having it.  Rather reminds me  of  the  Norfolk saying  that  you're not a local until  you've  got a Granny buried in the churchyard.

Almost lunch time, so must knock off and climb the stairs.

Friday, 26 April 2019

Friday.


                                                                    More soppy verse.
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Granddaughter Freja goes home tomorrow (or rather gets home the day  after) -it's a long journey,she lives in the  far North of Sweden. She has, once again, more than pulled her weight. She's taken over a lot of cooking and housework from Ann, and anyway, she's a real pleasure to have about the place. She's a bright nineteen year old, and we'll both miss her. Still, our daughter (her mother) will have been missing her - so fair do's. 
Thank you Ruth - it's been lovely  having her here.

Yesterday we motored over to Stowmarket to view an auction  which included a small section of antique guns  and swords. Bit disappointing. The auction is tomorrow, so instead of going back  to  the  auction to bid for the three items that interested me, I left bids on them, all fairly optimistic ones. As I'm now officially retired it really doesn't matter much whether I buy  or  not. One of the lots (a flintlock  pistol) needs  a  fair amount of work  doing, which, if bids are successful, will keep me busy for a while.  That's the point, I think -keeping  meself occupied in retirement. If successful, might well take 'before' and eventually 'after' photos for the  blog.

 We'll see.



Thursday, 25 April 2019

Thursday 2.



It's been a year or  two since I last used Ann's - English version of  a  'Nuremburg Kitchen' - to illustrate a blog entry. Since then we've  found several more items suitable for illustration. As you can see, there are two floors - the kitchen below - and  the maid's bedroom above.



This is  the kitchen. There are now  several small treen kitchen items on the left hand side table top.
On the right hand side of the picture above is a mouse trap, with a pewter mouse placing himself in grave danger, the whole being watched by an ivory white kitten .


On the 'tiled' floor of  the  kitchen in the centre of  the  picture, is  a pewter case containing a small pair of  pin fire pistols, six blank cartridges and a few accessories. Once  again I advise enlarging the picture to see full details (embiggening is, I think  the  professional blogger's term for this).

                                         Considering that this is a  very  old fashioned toy, I'm always pleasantly surprised by the interest shown in it by  our daughters, grand daughters, and the two great grand daughters, both of  whom are well aware that it is NOT to  be  played with, but only admired through the  glass doors. They seem happy too, to stick to the  rules!!


                                        Good Night All.

Thursday.




Computer playing up again.  Took a snapshot or so about the house to experiment with. This  one  was taken in the drawing room. Things seem to be working again, I think. Ann says her little I Pad wasn't working at first today, but is now- as is this machine of mine. Oh well, I'll keep trying.

Tuesday, 23 April 2019

Tuesday.



Above snapshot of a lovely Suffolk manor/ farm  house in Suffolk  was taken a day or two ago from the  car window.





The  long case clock on the left  has stood in our middle  hall  here for a good many years. It was made by Thos. Dickinson of Boston (Lincolnshire), during the early 19th century. We found it in a garden shed in Ely in the early 1970s, We had a 'phone call from the owner ,  who said he knew I purchased grandfather clocks and would I care to have a look at this one? He told me it had been standing in a shed in his garden for some years. This  last bit of information didn't bode well  for the clock, but in fact the garden shed was very dry, so the clock hadn't suffered any real damage. We both liked it - it went well in the house we lived in at the time -  so we bought it and kept it, and it, in turn, has kept reasonable time ever since, although I should perhaps say  that I had to do a very fair amount of  restoration on it; no  major  surgery, but it  did  need a good  deal of cleaning.

Monday, 22 April 2019

Monday.



Reference yesterday's blog entry, the above two horn cups are fairly rare in that they  are very nicely turned items obviously based on georgian wine glasses. The one to the right of the  picture has much the same capacity  as a largish sherry glass . The larger one is late georgian, and the smaller one probably of late eighteenth century date (c. 1780 -1790); both appear to be English.







Above is  another photograph of the smaller of the two cups above,  and a cream jug made from a cow horn. It has a wooden base, and is of a slightly later date (in my opinion).







The two horn cups above are both engraved, quite well but naively, the larger one with a fox hunting scene, and the smaller one with a shooting scene.  Both appear to be of late 18th century date, and of English manufacture.

Saturday, 20 April 2019

Saturday.



Again, I'll have to ask you to 'embiggen' this picture to make much sense of it. It is a snapshot of the top of my bureaux (desk, if I've misspelled that).  We've never consciously  'collected' horn bits, but in view of our surname if we've had nice bits of horn in stock we've been tempted to keep them. The ones shown here are engraved, some are silver mounted, others have rather naively engraved country scenes around them - hunting, coaching, etc.    Some years ago now a very senior antiques dealer showed me a horn cup turned in the fashion of a wine glass, and told me that in his experience it was quite unique - so I showed him our two. Looking back - he took it in quite good part. The one on the right hand end is a cream jug made from a single piece of horn (including the handle), but having a turned wood base. I think I'll try and get close up photos of some of them, for future blog entries.

Saturday.


Sorry - above pome seems to have got in. Hope you can all read it. Amost a straight lift from  Kipling.

Wonder how many remember that old joke.
"Do  you like Kipling?"

"I don't  know. I've never Kippled."

Friday, 19 April 2019

Good Friday.



Yesterday afternoon was  a good  one in that a friend of ours, Sid, knowing that I'm not driving these days, called round with his car and took me for a drive in the country. He and I have similar interests so he drove along the lanes, slowed down for views of early properties, and finally drew into a muddy lay-by where, on the opposite side of the  road (a narrow back lane really)  there was a lovely view into   a blue- bell wood which  is  thick with flower. I wish I had taken the camera with me. On the way home we stopped off at a tea shop in a watermill, which serves, among other delights, English grown tea (grown in Cornwall). We found this out a year or so ago, and Sid was not aware of it. I treated him to a pot of it, which we shared, together with a slice of home made cake apiece.   When we got home, Sid came in for a few minutes, and told Ann that his wife, Rosemary, had suggested the outing- I think she was thinking in terms of  'visiting the sick' - which it would, I suppose, count as.  Any way, a very pleasant break as far as I was concerned.

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I   think you'll have to embiggen the above photo in order to read it. Poetry it  ain't, but I'm in the  habbit of jotting  these things down  as they come into my head.  Our son, who is aware of this bad habit of mine, gave me (on, I think my seventieth birthday) a hand made book together with a request that I continue to jot things  down, and let him have a look, occasionally.
         
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Ann has just popped down to my undercroft to discuss lunch arrangements,  so I must pop up to the kitchen for lunch.

More later perhaps.



Wednesday, 17 April 2019

Wednesday.



This is  a picture of  an apple cake that grand daughter Freja made for tea a day or so ago. She says it was based on one of Grannie's  recipes and contains mainly apples, sultanas and spices. It was delicious. She served it with cream - didn't really need it but it turned it from a cake into a pudding.

If anyone is thinking of dropping in for  tea over the next day or so - you'll be very welcome, but  there's none of  the  above cake left. As Z might say - totes consumed.

Monday, 15 April 2019

Monday.



Mystery object. Made of sheet brass. To give some idea of size, it is just less than   three inches across.




Contents of mystery object.  Purpose of mystery  object, when made, country of origin,
. and purpose of 'contents of mystery object' please.


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