Tuesday, 3 May 2016
Today we took Hilary out to lunch at the Ramshold Arms, just North of Woodbridge, on the North bank of the River Deben. We'd booked a table, but, as we were well ahead of schedule we motored down to Bawdsey, and parked on the car park next to the Deben Ferry across to Old Felixstowe. The above photo is of a little fishing smack passing one of the two Martello Towers at Old Felixstowe. These were built just over two hundred years ago, in case Boney was so ill advised as to try and invade us. The idea was that heavy artillery would be mounted on these towers to actively discourage any approaching Frenchmen. It seems to have worked.
The above picture shows half the crew gutting a flatfish which had been the wrong plaice at the wrong time - the other half of the crew, presumably the captain, was in the deck house navigating and driving (I know that's the wrong term, but my use of maritime expressions is a bit shaky).
The first mate was on the aft deck (that sounds better) getting rid of the bits of fish that the fish could not reasonably hope to use again, and throwing them to the pursuing seagulls, who were eager to prove that they could use these bits of fish to some advantage. As you can see it was a lovely sight, except perhaps if you were a fish.
It was a lovely way to spend half an hour on a fresh, but sunny, spring morning. We then motored back to the Ramsholt Arms and eventually had lunch - mainly fish - knew just how those gulls felt.
Had lunch at a reserved table in the window of the dining room overlooking the river Deben and watched the tide turning and running out as we ate. Had a lovely day out, but had to get home in time for me to complete preparations for tomorrow's antique fair at Long Melford, which means a very early start...... So, Goodnight Everyone.
With reference to my previous blog entry on Sunday, the connexion between the two items is that they were made probably around the same year. The English oak joined stool gives every indication of having been made somewhere between the years 1660 and 1680. The large treen bowl (it measures 17 inches by fifteen inches) has a good deal of carving beneath it, including the date of its manufacture - 1670, as seen above. Despite the difference in location of manufacture, and the difference in wood, they look well together, presumably because of the similarity of period.
Sunday, 1 May 2016
Bunch of unusual carnations (Dianthus) which we saw in a local florists and which I bought for Ann (as part of my husbandly duties).
Above is a painting by daughter Ruth, which hangs in our hall. We holidayed with she and her husband Lasse in a ski cottage in the hills/mountains of Norway, which we hired in the SUMMER of 1991. There was a waterfall which we could hear from the cottage. Ruth painted a picture of it on a sheet of copper, which seemed to work well (look at the reflection of the water below the fall). I swam in the pool near the fall - this was a mistake, though. It was snowmelt water, and heartstoppingly cold!. I did one quick circuit of the pool, and was glad of a hand from the youngsters to climb out!
Above are shown two items, also in the front hall. Not mystery items; one is a large, Swedish, treen bowl, the other an English joined stool. But they do have something very much in common. See if anyone can guess what it is.
Wednesday, 20 April 2016
This morning, about coffee time (our friend Helga was taking coffee with us), when I had occasion to leap up and take the above photo of a young greenfinch. These seem to have become fairly rare over the last year or so, but this one has been coming to the bird feeder over the last couple of days, and finally allowed me to photograph him.
This afternoon, we walked into town to do one or two jobs that had become necessary, and we were pleased to see that work had finally begun on our friend Hilary's house (the pink, bescaffolded house in the above photograph). It is a very old house - Hilary has a trick, when showing people around her house of saying "This is the new part; it's around five hundred years old." Then, on entering into what she calls the 'older part', saying "Now this bit is rather earlier. Well, another two hundred years or so older than the new part I've just been showing you". For the last year or more Hilary has been battling with the local council for planning permission to put up scaffolding on the front of the house, where large areas of the plastered facade have been threatening to tumble into the street, and it looks as if planning permission for the scaffolding must have been finally granted; and only just in time, too. So now the necessary repairs can be started.
Walked home via the river walk. Not long ago there were three black poplars in this immediate area of river bank. Now only this one is left, and, as you can see, it has recently been very heavily pollarded. There are very few black poplars left in the east of England; so I hope the town council know what they're doing. There are signs of it having been pollarded a good deal in the past, and also signs of a few green shoots already showing in the upper part of the tree, so it may be alright (???) Hope so anyway.
Must walk round that way rather more often. Will keep you in touch.
P.s. Ann has just 'phoned Hilary, who says that it's THREE years, not one, that she has been trying to get planning permission for scaffolding to be erected on her home, so that the necessary repairs can be done. Like many of the houses in town (including ours) Hilary's home is Grade 2 listed, so it's hard to see why the council make it so difficult for us to keep our homes in good repair.
Sunday, 17 April 2016
Was going to do a long and rambling blog this evening, but have run out of time; so will have to do a fairly quick 'Mystery Object', two photographs of which are shown. The upper photo shows the whole object (it is one foot, three inches in length, although I have seen even longer ones). They were made for a quite specific purpose, I'm told. The lower photograph shows the mechanism of the device. Please have a guess at where they were made, roughly when, and the 'quite specific' purpose for which they were made.
Will now stagger off to bed, so Goodnight to all, if any, readers.
Thursday, 14 April 2016
Been a busy week. On Monday motored over to Leicestershire, and spent a coupe of days with Crowbard, and his wife Judy, whose cooking and hospitality was, as usual, first rate.
On Wednesday we drove on to the Milton Keynes area, and spent a day with senior daughter Sarah and her family. The top photograph shows meself and our Great Granddaughter, Astrid, chatting. She is a contented little soul, and although she can't talk- she hasn't realised that fact, is convinced she is a prolific and accurate speaker, and spends a lot of time in verbal communication with whoever is next to her. This suits her great grandfather (meself) very well, being rather deaf, and we chat away quite happily together.
Above photo is of Grandson Guy, in school uniform, who has charge of the above Norfolk grandfather clock . Guy suspects there is an incipient minor fault in the winding mechanism. He is quite right - the click spring in the ratchet on the great wheel of the striking train needs to be tensioned up a little. Next time I'll try and remember to take a box of tools with me, and we'll perform kitchen table surgery on said click spring. A fairly easy job, but getting at it is the difficult bit.
Set out for home at nine ten ack emma this morning, journey took just under two hours. The garden is looking well, and, as you can see, the snake's head fritillary is looking very well. Got a good deal of work to do though, before the middle of June, when we're booked to take part in the exhibition of 'Secret Gardens of Highdale' still, potentially it's looking well, and we've got a couple of months to clean and polish things up a bit. Quite looking forward to it.
Saturday, 9 April 2016
Been a very busy week. The two photographs are of a small clock (six inch square dial) that I've purchased, restored, and resold (to a dealer) all in about the last fortnight. It's originally a loop and spurs wall clock, which has been later mounted on a small oak bracket. It was made somewhere around 1690 - 1720, by Roger Moore, of Ipswich, who was the founder of a distinguished family of East Anglian clockmakers. The best known of them was Thomas Moore, also of Ipswich, who was this chap's son.
This photograph shows the name Roger Moore, Ipswich, engraved along the bottom of the clock's brass dial. It was rather a temptation to keep this clock, but there - you can't keep them all, or the place begins to look like a cross between a junk shop and a museum.
I really started to type this blog entry to warn my readers that I am once again having problems with the computer. It keeps telling me how many messages it has taken in on my behalf, then refusing to give them up to me. I think the number it's withholding at the moment is something like sixty three, but it keeps varying, so if you've written to me and not got a reply or an acknowledgement, it simply means that the computer has retained it and is growling at me whenever I attempt to make it give them up. I shall have to get an expert in to beat the machine up and persuade it to behave.
In the meantime, please bear with me.
P.s. I should perhaps have said that Roger Moore was born somewhere around 1660, and died in 1727.
Friday, 1 April 2016
These three photographs are all of monuments in Bramfield Church, near Halesworth in Suffolk, and are at the special request of my brother, who blogs as Crowbard. The first two are a monument to three members of the Coke family, who lived at Bramfield Hall (the house behind the crinkle crankle wall, illustrated earlier this week). The monument was erected in the early part of the 1600s.
The photograph above is a close up of part of the above monument to the Coke family. It is a lovely alabaster sculpture of mother and tiny daughter. It is very touching monument.
The above monument is, I think, of slate, much the same period as the Coke monument (or a little later). It is a monument to Bridgett Applewhaite, and has, to our way of thinking some odd ideas. One of them is worded as 'the enjoyment of the glorious freedom of an easy and unblemished widowhood' which seems to be the only cheerful part of the whole thing.
Don't trip over the long S, or rather esses in this one, they are written as fs, and can be a bit difconcerting.
Being called up to supper now, so must leave this - The church at Bramfield is worth the journey.
Thursday, 31 March 2016
Been having the kitchen decorated this last three days. Job finished this morning. This afternoon we motored over to our friend Helga's house for a birthday tea party. Helga is German by origin but has lived in England for the last sixty years or so. Her (and our) friend Rosemarie is staying with Helga, and today was Rosemarie's birthday. The above photo is (left to right) Helga, Joan, Rosemarie and Ann. A very good time was had by all.
After a most stimulating German tea we motored home, driving into a magnificent sunset (above and below).
I think I've quoted this before, but it's worth repeating :-
From quiet homes and first beginning,
Out to the undiscovered ends,
There's nothing worth the work of winning,
Save laughter, and the love of friends.
Ain't that the truth ?
Sunday, 27 March 2016
I think I must start off by saying that last week was a very busy one. Among a good many other things we attended two funerals, and these three photos were taken on our way to the second one (Thursday), which was held at Rumburgh which is in the North of Suffolk, up near Zoe. We stopped off at Bramfield to take photies of the Church, but I'd forgotten that opposite the Church was one of the longest crinkle-crankle walls I know, see photo above. The idea is that a wall built like this is a very strong, stable and long lasting wall!
The Church is quite a small church, and as you can see, thatched, as are a good many churches in North Suffolk. It has a round tower, which is also fairly common in this area, but Bramfield is unique in that the church was built well away from the round tower, as you can see.
This is a photograph of the nave of the Church. It is a quite small church (I think I've already said that), and has a quite superb rood screen, as well as several very interesting monuments, most of which I've photographed and may use en blog sometime.
Stopped off at Halesworth for lunch, then on to find Rumburgh Church, where our old friend Pat's funeral was to take place. She was an 'old' friend in that we've known her for fifty years or so. Even then she was very deaf (a result of childhood illness). In fact, as she got older, she became profoundly deaf; but she was one of the best lip readers I've ever known. The real problem was that a few years ago she went blind as well. She remained though, and almost unbelievably, invariably cheerful, pleased to see friends, and great fun. I can't describe her better than in a phrase someone used at the funeral :- "Whatever the weather, when Pat smiled the sun came out".
After tea and buns in the village hall, back in the car and fought our way back through the Saints, I know this area reasonably well, but I can still very easily get lost in the Saints (Zoe, who lives a few miles North, will know what I mean) then to the A143, the A140, and home.
It always seems to be quite a problem when blog keeping to know which bits to put down, and which large tracts to leave out. Still, I've got some lovely photos from last week that I can use up when I'm short of pictures.
Good Night, every one.
Saturday, 26 March 2016
The above three photos are not a public blog message, but a private piece of information for junior brother-in-law, if everyone else could kindly look away.
You can all look up now. Wish you all a Happy Easter. I think the above photos and message are a jolly good way of getting information to Tim. Hope it works.
P.s. Don't forget to put the clocks an hour forward tonight.
Warm regards to all.
Friday, 25 March 2016
With reference to the previous Blog Entry (mainly about the Fire Engine House Restaurant in Ely) this morning a friend of ours (Phoebe) sent us the above newspaper cutting. It reported that the day before our visit, a car ran into the front of the Fire Engine House, and badly damaged it. Fortunately nobody was hurt, but it's nice to report that last Monday, the day following the road accident, the place was open for trade as usual. No mention was made of the incident the day that we were there, and I like to think that that's the spirit that won the Empire - don't make a fuss about things - just bash on regardless.
Tuesday, 22 March 2016
Yesterday Ann had arranged a sibling day for ourselves, her three brothers and their partners, meeting at the Fire Engine House in Ely. Took the above photo in our garden before we set out, then got in the car and motored over to Ely. A pleasant uneventful journey, and we arrived in plenty of time for me to go and have a poke round the Waterside Antique Centre. Worthwhile as I purchased four pieces of stock. Met an old friend and decided we just had time to go and have a coffee with her (she lives on the Quay at Ely, very near the Antique centre). Picked up all the family news (ours and hers) then back into Ely to the Fire Engine House.
The routine is that a table is booked a few weeks beforehand, then we congregate in the above Bar Parlour (see photo) until all the others arrive, the staff bring in menus which we study, and place our orders while we wait. When everyone has arrived and placed their orders, and when our table is ready, a member of staff comes in and tells us, then we all troupe through into the dining room, and the meal is soon served. It sounds a bit long winded but it works well. We linger over the meal and all the family news is swapped. The meal usually starts about one o'clock, and ends a bit after three o'clock. The staff treats us like old friends (and vice versa) and a pleasant time is had by all. The food always consists of very largely locally grown produce, and is invariably very good, provided you are fond of country fare, cooked on the premises. Second helpings of vegetables are always offered, and sometimes second helpings of meat. In my opinion (and we've been going there for forty odd years) it is the best restaurant in East Anglia, and I don't know why I'm telling you this, as you'll probably try to race me to it next time. Long may the place continue to thrive, say I.
Saturday, 19 March 2016
Answer to Wednesday's mystery object. Crowbard is right in his answer that the object is a tobacco pipe tamper. The above photograph shows the position of use in a small, 17th century clay pipe. It is a good (but not tight) fit in the pipe.
This photo is the same but includes a 19th century 'churchwarden' clay pipe. The tamper could have been used in this pipe, but it would be a loose fit.
I should perhaps have mentioned that the tamper is made of very pale (Georgian) brass. It dates, in my opinion, from the eighteenth century, although in his book -'Paktong, the Chinese alloy in Europe' the author, my friend Keith Pinn, stresses the difficulty of dating these tiny artifacts made in paktong or pale brass, but states that they were mainly made from the eighteenth century up to the mid nineteenth century.
Wednesday, 16 March 2016
The two above photos are of this week's mystery object. I've included a fifty pence coin to give some idea of size, although it is two and a half inches long. When and where was it made, and what is its purpose? It has a quite specific one. I bought it this morning in a junk shop in the town centre.
Monday, 14 March 2016
a small mystery has just solved itself, as mysteries tend to do, if we have patience and a good memory. On 16th and 18th February, this year, I was puzzled by a bird that I eventually decided must be a siskin (unusual in that they tend to travel in small groups). Just after lunch today the same bird turned up, this time with her boyfriend in tow, I was able to take a couple of snapshots of them (above and below), and they were revealed to be a young female and a male siskin, beautiful birds both of them, and obliging enough to sit still while I photographed them.
A few minutes later a goldfinch took over the feeding place, and he too allowed me to take his photo, shown below. Very satisfying, and proving once again the truth of one of my favourite old sayings, that everything comes to he who waits.
Sunday, 13 March 2016
Motored over to the Quy Mill Hotel this early afternoon to have lunch with Sarah, Mikey, and their family. Their third (and youngest daughter) Lucy will be eighteen this week, and we were taking her birthday presents from us to her. The main one is illustrated above. It is a lady's workbox (needlework that is) that has been in Ann's family ( and in regular use there since 1847). It is, as you can see, a rosewood box, with a good deal of mother o' pearl inlay.
Inside the lid is a flap with a note stuck inside the lid of the box :- "Mary Sophia Beales from her truly sincere and very affectionate John Peck, Jun.". They married in Cambridge in 1847.
The above photograph shows Lucy opening her present in the hotel lounge. She has a great interest in family history, and already has several oddments from different branches of her ancestry (a tea caddy, silver thimble, etc. I have been able to write her out a full history of the work box thanks to the fact that the first recipient's father-in -law, the first John Peck, kept a diary from 1814 to 1851 (which was the year he died). In 1995 Wisbech Museum (which John Peck helped to set up, and which holds the original diary) decided to print a number of copies of the diary, and presented one of them to Ann's late mother, who was Lucy's Great Grandmother, and John Peck's great granddaughter. Before Great Gran died in 2010 (at the age of 102) she left the diary in my care, for the use of any of her family who needed to do research on the family history. As Lucy seems to be fascinated by family history, and indeed takes a great interest it it, I decided it was time that a younger member took over the care of the diary, and gave it to her as part of her 'coming of age present'. Just after we got home she 'phoned us (in tears, the young blub-cake!) to say how much she appreciates the two presents.
Photograph of the two of us, in the Quy Mill dining room, taken by Lucy.
Got home about half past six. Been a lovely day - but tiring. Good night everyone.
Thursday, 3 March 2016
Last week, whilst pottering around the Norfolk coast, we stopped off at the one 'real' antique shop in Holt, and purchased (among a few other bits - pewter, brass, treen, etc.) the above, lidless, blue and white tea pot. It was Chinese, and dated from the reign of the Emperor Qianlong, who reigned there from 1736 to 1795. It was lidless, so not expensive. I asked Ann what she wanted it for, it being rather outside our usual sort of antique item, and she said "to put flowers in". Often, when she does this (i.e. puts flowers in something not designed for this purpose) it works very well, visually that is; and looking at the above picture, I'm sure you'll agree that this is so in this case.
This afternoon, we motored over to Stowmarket to view an auction sale, and on the way there we stopped and took the above photograph of a very small thatched cottage that has just had the roof ridge rethatched - looks well, doesn't it ? One of the things in Saturday's auction is a vast 'gentleman's ordinary' penny-farthing bicycle. I've always had a yen to ride one of these, and despite the auctioneer's cordial invitation to 'try it' decided that I'd left it tooooo late. The leap from the 'step' to the saddle was just too much. The auctioneer, who is less than half my age (and an old aquaintance) told me he felt just the same, and has yet to summon up the courage to 'have a go on it'. Oh well 'Faint heart never yet won fair lady' -- although with all my daughters, grand daughters and great granddaughters, I don't really need any more 'fair ladies' - or, come to think of it, penny farthing bicycles.
Thursday, 25 February 2016
Just got back from a few days away. Drove up to the Norfolk Coast on Monday. Stayed at a farmhouse a few hundred yards from the North Sea, near Happisberg (pronounced Hazeburgh - this is in accordance with the one invariable rule of English pronunciation, which is, of course, to confuse foreigners !). Just been looking through the photos taken, and really, instead of round towered churches in abundance, huge fields and early flowers, decided to concentrate on this one building. It is Burgh Castle, built a few miles inland from what is now Great Yarmouth. It was built by the Romans circa the year 300 A.D. and abandoned a century later, i.e. about fifty years before the Romans deserted us to the mercies of uncivilised Angles, Saxons and Norsemen. The side of this incredible building nearest to the broad river, which was the harbour of the 'castle' has long since fallen into the river, but the other three walls are still standing, much as the Romans left them.
They are around fifteen feet high, which is roughly the original height of them.
The place is known as Burgh Castle, but it is not so much a castle, as the town walls of a fairly large, well organised, settlement.
There is a circular walk of around a mile to get from the car park to the 'Castle' then back to the Car Park, via the round towered Church. I warn you though, it is what used to be known as a 'Norfolk mile'. There were very few people about, and we had the place more or less to ourselves. Well worth the effort. There are a good many Castles along the Suffolk coast, and I've always wanted to visit this one, which is easily the earliest of them. And we've finally done it.
I'm now going to have a look at Burgh Castle on Google, and will amend any details I've got wrong.
Friday, 19 February 2016
This morning we motored down into Essex (Halstead) to attend a meeting of the Highdale U3A Collector's Club. After an early lunch (a very light one- our own choice) at the end of the meeting with the Club, we motored home and decided to make a short detour to have another look at the Little Maplestead Round Church. There are four of these strange little buildings in England, and one in Scotland - which is in ruins.
The Little Halstead one is a pretty little building, which has been (according to the guidebook in the Church) in its present form since around the year 1240.
The top photo is of the west end of the Church. The lower one is of the South side of the Church. It's well worth a visit. It can be found by running North from Sudbury, and a few miles south of Halstead, turning right towards Little Maplestead, where the church may be found in a tangle of lanes.
There is a WW1 memorial inside the Church on the North side wall - only three men of the village died in that war (which is the least I've ever seen!!!!!). Later we talked to an elderly man, working in the churchyard (he described himself as the general dogsbody of the church) and he said this was because the whole surrounding area is agricultural, and farm working was a protected (?) occupation, all of this was true enough; but I know of far too many country churches in similar circumstances which have twenty or so names on the WW1 memorial. He also told us that most Sundays the congregation consists of between twelve and fifteen people, even now.
Ann is calling me up to supper, so must close now.