oursin: Fenton House, Hampstead NW3 (Fenton House)

Yesterday partner and I went on an excursion to Rochester, as partner wanted to visit the cathedral and the castle, and I thought it would make a nice little trip - two trains an hour from St Pancras International. Also, it is not presently in the throes of having either of its twice-yearly Dickens Festivals, although there are quite a lot of manifestations of Charles D associations, from cafes called e.g. Tiny Tim's to plaques on buildings declaring that they are the originals of [some building in one or other of the novels].

The castle is Norman and there is quite a lot of it still standing. Realised that these days I am not so spritely about manouevring around rough-hewn spiral staircases and did not ascend all the way to the top of the tower. Apparently it is where Henry VIII met Anne of Cleves on her arrival in England (dooooomed! doooomed!). There were notices all over about the corpses of pigeons - these are preyed on by crows, the crows are a protected species, tough, pidges.

The cathedral is second oldest in England and has seen a lot of history, not to mention The Reformation, the Civil War and Commonwealth, Victorian church restoration, etc. There are some v kitsch early C19th funerary monuments. The crypt is v modernised and has a caff, a chapel to St Ithamar, first Saxon bishop of Rochester, and an exhibition of medieval manuscripts from the cathedral library (that survived the Henrician Reformation).

The high street is well worth strolling along, quite a number of picturesque ancient edifices, including Eastgate House and the Six Poor Travellers House.

oursin: Photograph of Stella Gibbons, overwritten IM IN UR WOODSHED SEEING SOMETHIN NASTY (woodshed)

(Larfs liek a hysterykle drayne.)

Life and work of Thomas Hardy to be performed at Stonehenge: Readings and performances will be staged at the ‘misfortune of ruins’ that long fascinated the writer.

The novelist and poet Thomas Hardy was fascinated by Stonehenge, using what he described as “the temple of the winds” both as a setting for one of his most striking scenes and as a lifelong inspiration, a pathway back into ancient times.
In what is being billed as a unique performance, the life and work of Hardy is being showcased at the great stone circle in Wiltshire as part of Salisbury international arts festival.
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An orchestra will play music, ranging from the sort of folk tunes Hardy may have been familiar with to pieces by Gustav Holst and Peter Warlock.
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It is believed to be the first time that a performance incorporating Hardy’s life and work has been staged at Stonehenge.
Lesser said: “Hopefully* it’ll be lovely weather and you’ll have this marvellous atmosphere as the evening develops with the light changing and these wonderful words of Hardy.”

*Cue: Thunderstorms! Torrential rain! Unseasonal snow! First earthquake ever recorded in Wiltshire!

I don't suppose they are going to represent Hardy in his lighter and realistic vein:


I.e. successful ruined maids who go and live a profitable life of vice in Dorchester.

oursin: My photograph of Praire Buoy sculpture, Meadowbrook Park, Urbana, overwritten with Urgent, Phallic Look (urgent phallic)

Dr rdrz may recall a post some years ago about the world of GIANT VEGETABLES and their growers -

- which was initially recalled to my mind by a report of super-sized Brussels sprouts. Not sure that size is what one wants in a Brussels sprout.

But on gigantic fruit and veg, how scary is this?

Huge monumental fruit and veg dotted about the landscape:

There are at least 23 big durians scattered throughout countries – including Cambodia, Indonesia, Malaysia and Thailand – in which it is revered as king of the fruits.... From Nambour, Queensland to Bathurst, South Africa to Sarikei, Malaysia, there are about 45 big pineapples around the world. There are, Clarke has found, also about 106 apples, 53 oranges and 12 onions.

Also big pomegranates.

Apparently there is an iconic, Heritage Listed, Huge Pineapple in Queensland.

oursin: Brush the Wandering Hedgehog by the fire (Default)

This appears to date back to 2019 but I don't think I'd seen it before: What If the Aliens Are Hot? because my immediate response was the memory of Tiptree's 'And I Awoke and Found Me Here on the Cold Hill’s Side', not that that's the only sff text that addresses the topic, just perhaps the grimmest....

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I feel that this is related to the issue of aliens: The Staffordshire Panther: is the British countryside really teeming with big cats? (I really don't know why I don't have a cryptozoology tag, because I have posted on similar issues before, both feline and the reputed crocodile in the vicinity of Bristol. The feral wallabies however are real.)

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Other creatures in places where they are not supposed to be: Two US tourists found sleeping in Eiffel Tower after hopping barrier: Americans had spent a night under the stars in a spot normally closed to the public but ‘did not pose any apparent threat’. I expected to see somewhere that this was a stunt for TikTok, but apparently not, just drunk?

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And on TikTok stunting, this chap compounds the creepiness of anonymously paying for strange woman's meal by filming her and uploading it to his feed. Commentators go UGH. Person dining alone - was she even alone, she had her dog with her, anymore than I am dining alone if I have a book to read? - is not the Sad Person in this scenario.

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Dept of, I Really Did Not Know This Was A Thing: the latest publication on a topic of growing interest in academia: falconry, gender, and women (with particular reference to medieval literary culture). And I used to think my field was rather niche.

oursin: The stylised map of the London Underground, overwritten with Tired of London? Tired of Life! (Tired of London? Tired of Life!)

London’s ‘execution economy’: grisly exhibition charts 5,000 public deaths:

By the end of the 18th century, more than 200 crimes were punishable by death. London’s courts ordered the deaths of more people than courts in the rest of the country combined. “Public executions became embedded in London’s landscape, culture, society and economy,” said Beverley Cook, the curator of Executions, a new exhibition at the Museum of London Docklands, that opens on Friday. “They were a very visible part of Londoners’ lives for many centuries, with some events attracting tens of thousands of people.”
Though what it doesn't seem to mention was that quite apart from the in public aspect, executions had sigificantly declined over the course of the first decades of the C19th, being replaced by transportation and imprisonment. (With the side-effect of creating the trade of 'resurrection-men', as there were no longer enough bodies of executed criminals to satisfy an increasing demand in the teaching of anatomy.)

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I am sorry that these gardens have gone: St. James Gardens – A Casualty Of HS2 - I used to work just around the corner and sometimes walked in them. On another paw, this is very much part of the constant mutation of the Londonscape, given that the former burial ground was converted to a public garden in 1887, and it had (like Old St Pancras Churchyard) already suffered devastation from the adjacent development of Euston Station:

Under the Extramural Interment Act of 1854 a portion of the grounds was acquired for the expansion of the railways and the remains of hundreds, if not thousands, were removed to a mass grave at Finchley.

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With things as they are at the moment, one wonders if this is some kind of OMEN and we should get augurs to interpret: Larry the cat takes on fox outside No 10: Downing Street’s chief mouser captured on camera chasing away rival from PM’s residence.

oursin: Fotherington-Tomas from the Molesworth books saying Hello clouds hello aky (Hello clouds hello sky)

Wally's going north - heading home?: 'Marine experts hope the creature is on his way back to the Norwegian archipelago of Svalbard', while those of us for whom Wally has provided harmless entertainment (well, they weren't climbing into our boats or blocking our lifeboat ramps, do admit) would be sad to lose their frolicsome googoogajoo around these shores.

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Twenty forest strongholds in Scotland would save the red squirrel from extinction even if grey squirrels were to colonise the whole of Britain, according to research:

The red squirrel occurs across Europe and Asia and is not in danger of extinction globally, but in Scotland a plan has been drawn up to protect the species if the grey squirrel penetrates the entire country. The study calls into question the current policy to create 19 managed strongholds for the reds in Scotland by removing broadleaf trees from certain forests to make them better for reds and worse for greys.“This would reduce tree species diversity for other species,” said White. “Our model shows that over 20 existing forests in Scotland would act as natural strongholds for the reds. This means we don’t have to remove broadleaf species like oak. Natural strongholds could conserve red squirrel populations while simultaneously maintaining forest diversity.”

Saving red squirrels via so few strongholds remains a last resort, with grassroots conservation efforts currently directed at killing grey squirrels to protect populations of reds across a much wider area of northern Britain. The Department for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs is supporting work to assess the effectiveness of oral contraceptives to humanely control grey squirrel populations while there is also some discussion of “gene editing” as a long-term solution to reducing the grey squirrel population.

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Wildcats return to Netherlands after centuries’ absence: 'Rewilding of forests and ‘saturated’ habitats in Germany and Belgium behind growing population'. Pine-martens also returning - “The ecosystem is complete with the carnivores. They represent the wild forest and that is very important”. I had not previously thought of the Netherlands in terms of The Gothic...

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Post-menopausal giraffes play an important role: Giraffe grandmothers are high-value family members, say scientists: 'female giraffes live for about eight years after they can no longer reproduce – up to about 30% of their lives'.

But let's just ignore the value that The Female Of The Species might have beyond its reproduction, eh: A series of genetic signals that influences the age women begin menopause has been identified, potentially paving the way to fertility treatment that could extend the natural reproductive lifespan of women. (This has come up before, surely? Yup, here and here for previous iterations.)

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Norfolk’s rediscovered ‘ghost ponds’ offer up trove of long-lost plants: 'Rewilding projects reveal rare species preserved in buried ancient wetlands'.

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Campaigners have won a court battle to prevent the "scandalous" construction of a road tunnel near Stonehenge. This was Stonehenge that was under threat, because of this vandal-like proposal, of being removed from the list of UNESCO World Heritage Sites. It is really not the alleged forces of 'woke-ness' which are damaging heritage.

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And in curious corners of Ye Trad Brit Heritage: Not the way to do it: Punch and Judy professors decry aggressive audiences: 'Bad behaviour at shows no longer confined to characters as people refuse to pay for watching':

Ugly quarrels, outbreaks of unacceptable violence and a sense of anarchy have traditionally been a feature of one of the British seaside’s most curious theatrical events: the Punch and Judy show. But in this post-lockdown summer, some practitioners (or professors, to give them their traditional titles) are expressing concern that the bad behaviour seems to be spilling out from the puppet booth into the audience. It is not that they are protesting about the nature of Punch and Judy, which has long been criticised for glorifying violence, especially against women and children. It is just that some people appear reluctant to pay and a few even turn aggressive when asked to dip into their pockets.

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Historic England relists nine sites to mark 70th anniversary of Festival of Britain:

Not many people get wildly excited by a concrete bus shelter but Elain Harwood is, proudly and unapologetically, one of them. “It is grand, I love it … it is a simple curve and absolutely as minimal as could be.” Harwood, an architectural historian with Historic England, is enthusing about Newbury Park bus station in Ilford, one of nine sites being recognised by Historic England to mark the 70th anniversary of the Festival of Britain.... Harwood, senior architectural investigator at Historic England, said the curved concrete structure, with its copper panelled roof, was a truly beautiful thing.
Oh for those days - carrying on from an earlier pre-war tradition in e.g. London Underground - of producing lovely modernist design for The Masses. (I note the architect was Oliver Hill, who has come up hither and yon in my own researches.)

oursin: The stylised map of the London Underground, overwritten with Tired of London? Tired of Life! (Tired of London? Tired of Life!)

This follows on from yesterday's, but I think totally deserves its own post:

Yes, the gloriously atmospheric Highgate Cemetery! (Wikipedia is possible more informative than the Cemetery Friends official site.)

Note, that the crumbling necropolis that is the West Cemetery is only accessible via guided tours, including information of somewhat contested reliability (pedantz r us), but the eastern side, with Karl Marx (scary hideous monument) and George Eliot, is more readily accessible by the wanderer among the choir invisible.

Some photos I took during a visit a few years ago (including the adjacent Waterlow Park). Their own website gallery is here.

oursin: The stylised map of the London Underground, overwritten with Tired of London? Tired of Life! (Tired of London? Tired of Life!)

I've mentioned the wild animals of London, but for a long time, it was a city in which there were huge numbers of domestic animals, not just pets, but horses, cattle, both driven to market and kept in town for their milk, and sheep*.

Hilda Kean has written extensively on London animals and human/animal relationships. (Traces and Representations: Animal Pasts in London’s Present is downloadable for free as pdf).

In the mid-nineteenth century,the Metropolitan Drinking Fountain and Cattle Trough Association, provided clean water not only for the human inhabitants but also for the animals in the city. (Still in existence as the Drinking Fountain Association.)

Some images of surviving fountains and troughs.

*British Pathe videos of sheep in Hyde Park, 1920, 1948, sheep-shearing competition, 1938. Rus in urbe indeed.

oursin: Text, nits, for picking of, lettered onto image of antique nitcomb from the Science Museum (nitcomb)

(Nitcomb getting a workout this week.)

Ad in the Tube for Romantic Getaways in India:
Photo of the Taj Mahal.
Text: And these days, men get away with giving their wives flowers and chocolates.

Maybe it's just me, but on the whole, I would prefer to receive flowers and, well, not chocolates because of the migraine-trigger thing, but other small consumable tokens of personal esteem, while I was alive and could enjoy them, rather than have someone build me an elaborate mausoleum, even if it does end up a World Heritage Site and one of the most widely recognised built structures in the world, after I'm dead.

oursin: Brush the Wandering Hedgehog by the fire (Default)

No 10 has responded about Bletchley Park (I admit I'd completely forgotten that epetition in the press of other stuff.

I also had a response from Mr Calhoun, Time Out's resident cineaste. While conceding my point, still banging on re Almodovar's 'obscure titles' [sic].

Perennial daily annoyance: the incredibly short time that the light stays green on the north side of the pedestrian crossing I habitually use to get across Euston Road. It's barely long enough for a relatively fit person to cross.

Have been given to think, yet again, by a passage in Robertson Davies's Happy Alchemy about British comic dramatists in which he identifies several of them as 'Irish', when they were in fact of the Ascendancy, of how often that elision seems to take place, at least in C19th literature. I'm giving him a slight pass on the influence of the Irish language on their verbal dexterity, because they probably did have Irish nursemaids.

And I thought there was something else, to bring it up to the canonical five, but if there was I've forgotten it.

oursin: Brush the Wandering Hedgehog by the fire (Default)

Oh sigh. We are promised 'The truth about internet dating' and we get Tanya Gold making total predictable cliche-ness, also total failure to register that this is so not an entirely new phenomenon, just a different medium (O hai, Harry C! - book on personal ads which I cannot find my post on). Or that many people meet their eventual partners online but NOT via dating sites.

The dangers of crowds and preventable disasters involving.

The bad news is, the audiobook version of the O'Brian novels is abridged: the good news is, yay, read by Robert Hardy.

(And on actors and voices, is this not typecasting? Patrick Stewart to play the Voice of God in English Mystery Play Cycle at Barnsley - but which cycle, we ask? I would guess, given that location, Wakefield.)

Wales:
Woman thrown out of shop for speaking Welsh WTF

Waiting for a verdict as to whether 'Pontcysyllte aqueduct near Wrexham, a wonder of Georgian cast-iron engineering designed by Thomas Telford in 1805 to carry boats' gets to be a UNESCO Heritage Site

Sisters: another acute piece from Anne Billson on sisters in movies as halves of a whole person.

oursin: Frankie Howerd, probably in Up Pompeii, overwritten Don't Mock (Don't Mock)

Ah, Germaine, Germaine, nevair, evairrr, change...

Before people can comprehend the newness of a new thing, they need to be awakened to the extraordinariness of the old. All over Britain monuments of the recent industrial past are being demolished. Gasworks have been pulverised to make hard core for supermarket car parks. Gas holders, those vast pachyderms that once loomed over the murk and mist of all our old industrial precincts, have been dragged down and carted away. Only 22 were ever listed for preservation; Transco has since demolished all the others. The seven surviving gas holders at St Pancras were decommissioned in 1999, to make way for the Channel tunnel rail link terminal. All but four have since been demolished (the other four are listed). The uncharacteristically ornate frame of Gas Holder 8 is to be taken down, restored and re-erected as a setting for open-air events, so it will be a gas holder no longer. [Yes, that would be because it has been a long time since these structures were employed for that purpose, dating at least back to the transition from gas made in gas-works, to great annoyance and inconvenience of people living in the area, to North Sea gas.] The other three, the famous linked-together triplets, have already been dismantled, with a view to restoration, and re-erection, again of the frames only, with new-build apartment blocks inside them. This is what passes for preservation in the case of gas holders.

Cooling towers are even more fabulous creatures. Their hugeness, 400ft or so high, already approaches the sublime, even before we notice that with every change in our ever-changing light, they appear different: less or more substantial, lowering or floating. Those who have to live amid them may feel different, much as a pebble would do under a jackboot; the solution is not to wish the towers away, but to build better housing in a place out of their shadow. Nowadays, cooling towers seldom wear their plumes of cloud; we don't often see their whirling shadow patterns on their great grey flanks. I'd pump hot water into them for high days and holidays - much as we run the most extravagant fountains only when there's something to celebrate. I would even allow the projection of images on to the towers and their steam clouds as part of the fun, at a pinch.

The Tinsley cooling towers in Sheffield were not among my favourites, mainly because of their girdles of finicking detail; but they were real wonders to be experienced by the people flying past on the M1. The horizontality of the suspended Tinsley viaduct, and the extreme mobility of the passing vehicles, dramatised the stillness of the hulking towers in a uniquely thrilling way. The towers were already art objects, and shouldn't have had to be falsified to function as art galleries and cafes or whatever else. Their uselessness is an essential part of the role of art object.
[emphasis mine]

There's probably an equation that could be drawn up as to when some feature ceases to be a hideous blot on the landscape and becomes an object of aesthetic value to be preserved. Time elapsed is one thing; then there's 'does it still serve any practical use?'; and then there's 'is it becoming increasingly rare because people have been tearing them down as obsolete excresences?' Probably also needing factoring in is case that can be made for the edifices to be claimed as a symbol of a lost age of confidence &/or values.

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