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Storm Clouds
12 Tue Aug 2014
Posted in Rural Diary, Uncategorized, weather
12 Tue Aug 2014
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09 Sat Aug 2014
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Asante campaign, gutter clearing, hurricane'Bertha', market, multi-coloured tilts, Norwich, Norwich Market, parcel delivery, shopping, Sir Garnet Wolesley
I spent yesterday at home and managed to do quite a bit of gardening. Well, not exactly proper gardening by which I mean weeding, digging, planting, pruning and the like; more like housework outside – sweeping and tidying, moving pots about and generally clearing spaces. It was well overdue and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
I was at home all day because I was waiting for a delivery that needed signing for – a new battery for our caravan. A delivery company had tried to deliver it on Wednesday while I was out with Mum and had left a note to say as much. The note asked me to contact them on-line and re-arrange a delivery time, but if they didn’t hear from me they would call again the following working day. The website was strange and I couldn’t find anywhere on it where I could arrange a new delivery time so resigned myself to spending an enforced day at home. I thought of it with pleasure!
It still hadn’t arrived by the time R got home from two days away in Gloucestershire. He looked at the site and found that the battery would be delivered today, Friday. I had hoped to go to Norwich to collect some knitting wool for Mum – she is knitting a pullover – and buy a birthday present for someone. I also had to have my monthly blood test at the surgery. I resigned myself to spending yet another day at home. I thought of it with slight annoyance. I also thought how difficult re-arranging deliveries is now for people like my mother and mother-in-law, who do not have computers. There was no telephone number for these people to contact the company so they would wait in all next day and wonder where their parcel was.
R spent some time yesterday evening trying to clear clumps of moss and lots of ash tree keys out of the gutters. Our ladder isn’t quite tall enough to reach the gutters so the job was very difficult for him especially as he doesn’t have a head for heights. We are preparing for bad weather which is forecast for Sunday. The tail-end of hurricane Bertha is coming our way and it is as well for the gutters to work properly when it arrives.
I was pleased to see a delivery van arrive this morning just before 8.00 a.m. It reversed into the driveway and stopped outside the front door. I waited for the man to get out, but I waited in vain. The man waited in van. I went to the door and stood outside hoping that would get him moving. He wound down the window and said, “Sorry, love! I can’t deliver your parcel til eight-o-five – it’s against regulations. I’ll knock on the door in a while”, and then wound up the window again. Sure enough, at 8.05 a.m. a knock came at the door and I was able to sign for my parcel. The driver told me that each delivery has an allocated time for it. The new rules meant that instead of one hundred deliveries a day he now had seventy-five but he couldn’t get the work done any quicker. He said he wasn’t complaining.
I wasn’t complaining either. I went off to Halesworth surgery and had my blood test and a good chat with the phlebotomist who is a friend. I also met another friend from church outside the surgery and had a talk with him. Home again, home again jig-a-jig-jig and found that E was happy to come to Norwich with me.
Our first port of call was Jarrolds, a large independent department store in the city. It has quite a good toy department on the top floor which is where I wanted to go, and it also has a good art and book department where E might have wanted to browse. However, she was quite content looking at all the toys available now and trying to find ones she used to have. We then went to Waterstones, the bookshop. This is a favourite shop and gave E the opportunity to say which books she wanted and for me to ask her how much money she had brought with her and would that cover the price?
We dragged ourselves away from there after an hour and went to a coffee shop for lunch. We walked back up the hill to the car-park passing the wool shop on the way where I collected Mum’s wool and E admired the shop-lady’s little dog, a black poodle, asleep in a chair. We left Norwich eventually, once we had extricated ourselves from a long traffic-jam caused by road-works and then drove to Beccles where we did some supermarket shopping and arrived back home just before R got in from work.
I expect you are wondering where Norwich Market comes into all this. Well, most of our day was spent very close to the market.
It is one of England’s oldest continuing markets having been on the same site since the 11th century. Like most fairs and markets in the Middle Ages, it was held under license from the King, as the right to trade and receive revenues was part of the Royal prerogative. However, in 1341 King Edward III visited Norwich for a jousting tournament just as the building of the defensive city walls had been completed “for the honour of the King”. In gratitude, the King granted the franchise of the market to the city’s rulers in perpetuity. The franchise still survives to this day. I expect the person who thought to tell the King the defensive walls were built for him was feeling very pleased with himself after that! What a clever bit of crawling that was!
The market with its multi-coloured tilts is a tourist attraction now as well as part of the city landscape and a place where many people earn their livings. All sorts of things can be bought in the market with its 187 stalls. It is open from Monday to Saturday.
The market was fully refurbished in 2005. It looks similar to the way it did before the modernisation. It lost quite a bit of its quaintness but it is a much more comfortable and a healthier place to work than before.
This is ‘The Sir Garnet’ pub. Or to give it its full name – ‘The Sir Garnet Wolseley’. It is one of the public houses in the Market Place and started trading as a public house in about 1861. It was originally called ‘The Baron of Beef’, possibly because the premises was once a butcher’s shop but in 1874 it adopted the name ‘The Sir Garnet Wolseley’ in honour of Field Marshal Garnet Joseph Wolseley, 1st Viscount Wolseley. That same year he had received accolades for the brilliantly executed Asante Campaign. This Asante campaign was the third of four conflicts between the Asante Empire in Akan, the interior of the Gold Coast now Ghana, and the British Empire in the 19th century. General Garnet Wolseley with 2500 British troops and several thousand West Indian and African troops was sent against the Asante. The war was covered by war correspondents including Henry Morton Stanley (explorer and journalist (“Dr Livingstone, I presume”)) and G. A. Henty (novelist and special correspondent). The war started when the British ended slavery on the Gold Coast in 1806 causing the (British) African Company of Merchants to go bankrupt as they owned slave forts all along the coast. The Asante economy was also affected as it was dependent on the slave trade too. The wars then developed into the usual power struggle between the Asante Empire, the Dutch, who supported the Asante and the British Empire. The Asante, impressively, withstood the British in some of these wars but in the end the Asante Empire became a British Protectorate in 1901. Sir Garnet Wolseley’s reputation for efficiency led to the late 19th century English phrase “everything’s all Sir Garnet”, meaning, all is in order. This phrase was one that my grandfather used and until we came to Norwich and saw this pub we had no idea that Sir Garnet was a real person or why my grandfather used the expression. And now we know!
08 Fri Aug 2014
Posted in Insects, plants, Rural Diary
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azure damselfly, blackfly aphid, blue-tailed damselfly, brown hawker, burnet moth, buttercup, comma butterfly, Essex skipper, feverfew, greenbottle, helicopter, ichneumon wasp, insects, July, meadow brown butterfly, migrant hawker, oedemea nobilis, peacock butterfly, Red Lily Beetle grub, rhagonycha fulva, Ringlet butterfly, robber fly' bindweed, ruddy darter, sawfly, small skipper, Small Tortoiseshell, small wolf spider, speckled wood butterfly, spotted crane fly, Suffolk, white butterfly
I realise that we are now a week into August but better late than never. There were so many different insects about last month that I will have to make more than one post to cover them. I have also included some photos of insects that I saw during June most of which were still about in July. I will list the insects in the order in which I saw them or was able to photograph them. I am not including the dragonfly, damselfly and butterfly photos that I have already posted but I may include different photos of the same type of insect.
The Speckled Wood shown above had a little bit of its wing missing but was quite a bright, new-looking insect. The next photo is of something none of us want in our gardens.
These nasties chomp their way through lilies and fritillaries and do it very quickly too. They cover themselves in their own excrement.

A male Oedemera nobilis – only the males have the swollen hind-legs. They feed on pollen and this one is eyeing up his next meal
The next two photos are of the same unidentified insect and the photos aren’t that clear either. Ichneumon wasp or sawfly?
Note the extremely long ovipositor!
I realise that spiders aren’t insects but I’m still including this one here nevertheless. Because these spiders do not make webs and live a nomadic life, the female has to carry her eggs around with her. Some wolf spiders even carry their spiderlings about with them too. When the spiderlings are due to hatch, the female spins a large ‘nursery web’ in the vegetation and puts the egg sac there. Wolf spiders run down their prey like their namesakes.
Here are some more little insects that gardeners could do without. This photo also shows how good feverfew is at attracting them.

Rhagonycha fulva I thought at first that this was a Cardinal Beetle but they have different antennae and are much redder.
The Small and the Essex Skipper butterflies are very similar. The difference is that the Essex Skipper is greyer underneath and its antennal tip is black underneath. I don’t think I will ever be able to tell the difference.
There will be more insects in the next post.
06 Wed Aug 2014
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Bird's-foot Trefoil, bramble, bulrush, cardinal beetle, cat's-ear, common knapweed, cuckoo bee, dewberry, greater plantain, hazelnuts, hedge bedstraw, hemp-agrimony, Hoverfly, meadow brown butterfly, poppy, robin's pincushion, rowan, small white butterfly, spear thistle, speckled wood butterfly, straw baling, the Beck, the Washes
Before I continue my walk, I’ll update you on the local harvest scene. Yesterday, all the farms here were extremely busy working on the fields because rain was forecast for today. I was listening to combine harvesters working well into the small hours. I think the last tractor to roar past our house with its laden trailer of grain was at about 2.00 a.m. The rain duly came just a few hours later and this morning was very wet. On my way to collect Mum for our weekly shopping trip I had to slow the car to a crawl with the wipers going very fast as I couldn’t see the road because of the torrents. There were some very deep puddles and water was bubbling up from the drains in the villages we passed through. I was about to say that this afternoon has been dry and bright when I heard that familiar pitter-patter of rain on the leaves outside and had to rush outside and close the garden shed.
The tractor pulls a baling machine up and down the field which sucks up the straw and packs it into bales which emerge from the back of the machine and are then tossed onto the field.
Last week I took a couple of photos of a field at the other end of our lane. The farmer there was using a different type of baler.

This morning, before I went out, the field at the back looked like this –
and when I got home, it looked like this –
So, some progress had been made despite the wet weather.
Back to my walk …
The Hedge Bedstraw is still in flower. 
The Washes were showing signs that we had had a lot of rain recently. The road here often floods as it is next to the Beck and in a little valley.
The Beck was flowing quite nicely but was very overgrown and difficult to see.
People with lawns do not like either the Greater or the Hoary Plantain as they are very persistent and can survive crushing and tearing. New growth comes from the base of the plant. Birds love the seeds and when caged birds as pets were more popular, people used to gather the dried seed-heads for them. Another name for this plantain is Rat’s Tail.
I tried many times, unsuccessfully, to photograph this male Meadow Brown butterfly but the camera was having none of it and kept focusing on the rose leaf. So, I have gone with it because of the little red ball on the leaf. Is this another type of gall or is it the very first stage of a Robin’s Pincushion? I was looking at all the brambles in the hedge and noticed these –
They are dewberries – a relative of the bramble/blackberry. The flowers are larger and the fruits too, which have a bloom to them. The leaves have three leaflets.
This is the Great Reedmace or as it is now known, the Bulrush. Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema painted ‘Moses in the Bulrushes’ and showed the baby in amongst a clump of Reedmaces. Since then the Reedmace has been known as the Bulrush. The brown sausage-like part of the flower is female and the narrow spire at the top is male. In the Lesser Bulrush there is a gap between the female and male parts of the flower.

Two white butterflies – I think they are both Small Whites but as they were both battered and faded I can’t be sure
Cat’s-ear and Agrimony
Hemp-agrimony. This is a member of the daisy family – Agrimony is a member of the rose family. Early herbalists wrongly classed this plant with true Agrimony. The leaves of this plant look like cannabis leaves hence the ‘hemp’.
Cardinal Beetle and a saw-fly visiting the Hemp-agrimony I was going to return to the Hemp-agrimony a few days later to look at it again once the flowers had all come out. Unfortunately, the common was mown the next day and all the flowers had gone. The following photos are of a large clump of them that I see on my way to my mother’s house.
They are tall plants – about 4-5 feet tall – and I think they look beautiful.
The walk I took was only about a mile in length – I was pleasantly surprised to find so many things to look at in such a small area.
06 Wed Aug 2014
Posted in Insects, plants, Rural Diary, walking, weather
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agrimony, bindweed, common knapweed, common ragwort, Gatekeeper butterfly, hoary plantain, hogweed, hop trefoil, oil-seed rape, peas, pineapple weed, ploughing, poppy, Ringlet butterfly, seagulls, silverweed, thatched barn, thrips, thunder-flies, walking
I had been shopping in Norwich with E two weeks ago and the weather had just changed for the better. We had had a lot of very humid weather, with heavy rain and thunder and lightening. We had had the usual accompaniment to humid weather of flying and swarming ants and thunder-flies. These are tiny little thrips with feathery wings; a millimetre long and thread-thin. They get everywhere – in your ears and eyes, up your nose, in your hair, crawling on your skin until you feel like screaming. They come in the house and die in heaps on every surface; they even get behind the glass in your picture frames. And then, after a storm at the weekend, we woke on the Monday to fresh air, warm sunshine and a gentle breeze. As we were driving home I had such a longing to be out of doors, walking in the fields that instead of having lunch I found the camera and my hat and went off down the lane. The verge at the side of our lane had just been cut but there were still a few flowers hanging on there.
The harvesting had begun.
The stubble is almost a foot high and so hard and sharp like knives; it is almost impossible to walk through.

Ploughing had started in one of the fields. Seagulls love to follow the plough as it turns up lots of worms and grubs. Black-headed, herring and lesser black-backed gulls.
This is agrimony and there has been a lot of this about this year. Apparently it has a scent reminiscent of apricots; I haven’t noticed this but then I don’t have a very good sense of smell – at least not for nice smells! The ancients found this a very versatile plant as it was held to be a remedy against snake-bite, poor sight, loss of memory and liver complaints.

Common Knapweed buds. These plants have been flowering for many weeks now; and for many to come if these buds are anything to go by. Also known as Hardheads.

Hoary plantain. This is an unusual plantain in that it produces a delicate scent which attracts bees and other insects. All other British plantains are wind pollinated.
For many years, peas were grown everywhere in this part of Suffolk as there was a frozen food factory in Lowestoft on the coast. We were all used to the enormous pea harvesters and the smell of burnt peas wafting on the air. Then the factory was closed. Many people were made redundant and the farmers here had to find a different crop to grow and had to sell their harvesters. In recent years peas have started to be grown again. Some farmers are working together as a collective, sharing harvesters and have found other customers for their peas. This field is being left until the peas have dried. I don’t know if the plants will just be dug into the soil as a source of nitrogen or if the plants are used for animal feed or the dried peas sold to a processing factory. Perhaps someone can tell me.
Red is so difficult to photograph. This photo looks as though I’ve done some careless ‘photoshopping’.
You will recognise this photo from my previous post. This works better as the poppies take up more of the photo but they still don’t look ‘real’.
This is hop trefoil. The stems are downy and the seed-heads are covered with dead petals making them look like hops.
There was a lot pink and yellow.
This smells of pineapple when crushed.
This is Common Ragwort, a poisonous plant and the food plant of the Cinnabar Moth caterpillar.
I will continue this walk in Part 2.
03 Sun Aug 2014
Posted in churches, Rural Diary, Uncategorized
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combine harvester, dust, First World War, flies, Harvest, noise, requiem eucharist, St Michaels church, thankful village, WWI centenary
It is that time of year again already. We are surrounded by dust and the almost continuous noise of farm machinery. Since our return from our holiday at the beginning of July the fields have been systematically stripped of their crop which has then been transported to silos or barns.
The first places to be worked on were the commons and strips of common land at the sides of the lanes. All the grasses and seeded wild flowers, as well as a few plants just coming into flower, to my disappointment, were cut and baled up for hay. The verges to the lanes were cut and the hedges and trees were cut back with great slashers. The fields of oil-seed rape were harvested and then the barley. And now the wheat fields, including the one at the back of our house.
Once the fields are harvested the straw is baled and transported away to be stored, muck is spread on the fields and then they are ploughed. With nowhere to live once the grain has been cut the flies are homeless – for a while – until they discover our house! We have a choice; either keep the windows and doors shut and boil or open them and let the flies in. We have a rudimentary fly-screen on the conservatory door but none anywhere else. Netting can be attached to windows but that makes opening and shutting them difficult and the rooms gloomy. Houses in this country do not come with proper fly-screens on doors or windows as a matter of course and I wish they did.
This now brings me to the centenary of the start of the First World War. That mowing down of men and the harvest of souls.
Today, the 3rd of August, R and I attended a Requiem Eucharist at St Michael’s church to mark the centenary of the outbreak of the Great War. I will quote the introductory address made by our rector this morning. He wishes me to point out that his point of reference for the general facts and figures was a speech made by the Prime Minister recently. The East Anglian information was from his own research.
‘One hundred years ago, on 3rd August 1914, the Foreign Secretary, Sir Edward Grey, explained to the House of Commons why Britain was obliged to go to war with Germany. His speech, with its heavy heart and its clear argument, was greatly admired. Then he returned to the Foreign Office, and worked til dusk. He looked up from his desk and saw the man lighting the gas lamps in St James’s Park below. “The lamps are going out all over Europe,” Grey said to his companion, “We shall not see them lit again in our lifetime.” At 11.00 p.m. the following day Britain declared war on Germany.
When they set out, with the blessings of their respective Churches, none of the armies had any idea of the length and scale of the trauma that was going to enfold. For many, going off to war was a rite of passage, and in East Anglia “patriotism” was low on the list of reasons for the boys and men to leave their villages. Agriculture was going through a deep depression that had been set in motion at the start of the century by endless rain and huge grain imports form the prairie farms of North America and Canada. Many people had already fled to the towns to seek work, and consequently family farms had collapsed and fields were empty. To those who remained, the War offered a golden opportunity to get off the hated land. And so they enlisted in a state of excitement. They would now eat better and have access to free medical care, and many thought they’d be home by Christmas, anyway.
Four months later, one million had died in the heavy artillery battles that presaged the digging of the trenches. Four years later, the death toll of military and civilians stood at over 16 million, nearly 1 million of them Britons. 20,000 were killed on one day of the Battle of the Somme. The death and the suffering was on a scale that outstrips any other conflict, and for evidence of that we only have to look at the Great War memorials in our villages, our churches, our railway stations, schools and universities.
Out of more than 14,000 parishes in the whole of England and Wales, there are only 51 so-called ‘thankful parishes’, which saw all their soldiers return. Every single community in Scotland and Northern Ireland lost someone, and the death toll for Commonwealth personnel was similarly catastrophic. The then Indian empire lost more than 70,000 people; Canada lost more than 60,000, so did Australia; New Zealand lost 18,000. And as part of the UK at the time, more than 200,000 Irishmen served in the British forces during the war, with more than 27,000 losing their lives.
This was the extraordinary sacrifice of a generation, and it is right that we should remember them.’
Last year a couple of men journeyed around England and Wales on their motorbikes, visiting all the Thankful villages. They contacted the Rector to let him know of their intention of visiting the church of St Michael and the date when we were to expect them. They kindly had a slate plaque made for all the villages they visited and today this was unveiled during the service. One of the bikers attended the service along with the local Councillor and the descendants of two of the returning soldiers. All of the parishes in our Benefice were represented at the service and there were so many in the church there was standing room only.
As the plaque was unveiled by Dolly, who is one of the church wardens at St Michael and also a descendant of two of the people on the Roll of Honour, the biker who had presented the plaque Councillor Colin Law read a poem by Anthony Devanny.
We are indeed the lucky and unlucky ones,
As we are the ones who have lived
to tell the tales of those we once knew
We are the ones who carry those scars
of things seen, done and lost
We are the ones who must never let those who are not here
be forgotten by the new
We are the ones who will never need to be reminded
that “We will Remember Them”
as we are the ones who will always remember
those we forever call friend
The Rector had also compiled Roll of Honour folders for all the parishes in his benefice, detailing all that can be discovered about the men who died and all that can be found out about the men who returned to St Michael’s. After all the parish representatives had collected their folders, together we all quoted the poem by John McCrae.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
The whole service was very moving and I was so glad to have been there and to have taken part in it.
Photos of the guests and congregation chatting over coffee and biscuits after the service. We also sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to the Rector and wished him many happy returns for which he excommunicated us. But not really. I hope!
We said cheerio to the biker outside and admired his bike.
The field next to the church had been borrowed to use as a car park.
It was definitely needed!
We will remember them
03 Sun Aug 2014
Posted in Gardening, plants, Rural Diary, Uncategorized
I have noticed that there is beginning to be quite a lot of red in the garden. This post is a collection of photos taken in the last couple of weeks.
01 Fri Aug 2014
Posted in Rural Diary, Uncategorized
I took E to London today as she wanted to visit a couple of bookshops. Not that we don’t have bookshops in Suffolk and Norfolk but a trip to London is fun every now and then and the bookshops there are so big and well stocked.
We didn’t want to spend too long in the city and we wanted to avoid the expensive rush-hour so we set off from Diss just after 9 a.m. and planned to get the 3.30 p.m. train home. Not a lot of time in London when the journey from Diss to London Liverpool Street takes nearly two hours A trip to London is very expensive so we only seem to make it once a year. Parking at the station car park for the day costs £5.50 and the train tickets for the two of us cost over £100. We then have to consider buying something for lunch and then the books….
We took the Underground Central Line to Tottenham Court Road station and walked down Oxford Street. I grew up in a town just south-east of London and worked in London for some years and Oxford Street then was a really good place to shop and looked good. Now it just looks tired and seedy, full of Bureau de Changes and old tat shops. There was some building work going on so maybe things will improve soon but I just feel sorry for visitors who have heard of the place imagining it to be a shopping mecca and so arrive there and are disappointed. Regent Street is much better and well worth a visit – as long as you have plenty of money!
The first shop E wanted to visit was Gosh; a bookshop that specialises in graphic novels, comic books, manga, illustrated books of all sorts. It is in Berwick Street in between Oxford Street and Wardour Street. She was in seventh heaven wandering about the shop and found a number of books to buy. She wants to be a book illustrator and draws all day.
When she had finished in there we walked back to Tottenham Court Road and tried to turn down Charing Cross Road. The work on the new Cross Rail Link is going on in the centre of town and the top of Charing Cross Road is blocked off. At least I think the work on the Link is the cause. We were directed round the building site and almost immediately found our second bookshop. Charing Cross Road is full of bookshops. I remember when there were even more – second-hand bookshops with heaps of books oozing out of the doors and lying in heaps on trestle tables on the pavement outside; speciality bookshops with maps or biographies or art or music books. Just off Charing Cross Road were all the music shops selling music and all sorts of instruments. Are they still all there? I don’t know, as London looks so different now. The shop we were aiming for is Foyles which has just moved to its new location next-door to where it used to be. The new shop is wonderful with lots of pine shelves and glass and shallow-stepped staircases and lifts that glide up and down and a cafe with views out of windows. The old shop was good too and E was looking forward to re-visiting it. I also remember the shop when Miss Foyle was still in charge. Lots of dark-wood shelves and creaking floorboards and cashiers in wooden cupboard-like offices. Stairs that climbed up and up to dusty rooms full of tomes – wonderful! We spent a while and a few pounds in Foyles and then decided to have some lunch. We found an Italian Restaurant in Shaftsbury Avenue and E had a pizza and I had a pasta dish. Now that we had done what we had intended and had an hour and a half to spare before our train we decided to walk down to the river and find a quiet and shady spot to sit awhile.
I thought that now was the time to get my camera out and take a few pictures to prove that we had visited London. My only difficulty was getting a photo without a van or a bus getting in the way.

Behind the bus is the Garrick Theatre. There is a variety of transport in London as you can see. I even managed to get a black cab in the photo.

Monument with Edith Cavell’s statue. She was a nurse who was accused of being a spy by the Germans during the First World War and was shot by them. There is a statue of her outside Norwich Cathedral too
We had walked down Charing Cross Road, past St Martin’s in the Field church and into Trafalgar Square. We then turned into The Strand and walked towards Charing Cross station. Just before the station is Craven Street and we turned down there.
We reached the Embankment and walked half-way across the footbridge that crosses the Thames.
We returned to the Embankment and went and sat in the Gardens for a short while.
The gardens were peaceful, green and shady and had a number of statues in them. We enjoyed our rest and then took the Circle Line on the Underground from Embankment back to Liverpool Street. Our train back home left on time and we were home just before 6 p.m.
30 Wed Jul 2014
Posted in Rural Diary, Uncategorized
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bailey, curtain wall, Hugh Bigod, keep, King Henry II, medieval, Orford, Orford Castle, Orford Ness, Orford Quay
It was a beautiful day on Saturday so R, E and I decided we would like to go out for the afternoon. We would have liked to go to the beach but at this time of the year the beaches are very busy and the car-parks full so we decided to visit Orford. We hadn’t been there for years and we couldn’t remember having been there in warm weather before. It takes about forty minutes to get to Orford from our house and we first travel south on the A12 towards Ipswich, the county town of Suffolk. We then turn off eastwards and drive past Snape where I took my mother last month.
I always think I am going to get lost and am always surprised when I don’t. I was surprised to find I got to Orford with no trouble at all and I even managed to squeeze the car into the last space in the car park. The castle is very impressive.
Acknowledgements to the English Heritage guide book. The castle was built by King Henry II who reigned from 1154-89 and it took about eight years to build, 1165-73. Though a formidable king, he had almost constant trouble from rebellious barons, his problematical family and his one-time friend, Thomas Becket. The castle was built to proclaim his authority to the barons of East Anglia, especially Hugh Bigod, Earl of Suffolk and to protect the coast from foreign attack. It is a grand domestic residence as well as a defensive structure. The castle has a unique design and amazingly the building accounts for the whole period of its construction still survive. When the castle had been built, a new church, a new street plan and improved port facilities in the surrounding village followed on. Almost as soon as the castle was completed it helped defeat a rebellion by the united forces of Henry’s wife, Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine and their three sons, the French king and Earl Bigod. Orford was to remain an important royal castle for another 150 years and was controlled by the king’s constable. It served as a military stronghold and a centre of local administration. I am fascinated by this period in history. I remember going to see the 1968 film ‘The Lion in Winter’ when it was re-shown in cinemas in the 70’s; a film based on the Broadway play by James Goldman. The film is full of brilliant actors – Peter O’Toole, Katharine Hepburn, Anthony Hopkins, John Castle, Nigel Terry, Timothy Dalton – and at the time I thought all the men so good looking – a feast for the eyes! Poor old chaps they are now, but then I’m no spring chicken myself!
The keep of the castle survives to its full height and can be seen from afar. It is cylindrical within and polygonal without and has three buttresses.
As you can see from the photos above the castle is very bulky and angular. The top left photo is of the earthworks round the castle. The part of the castle that remains is the keep. Immediately surrounding the keep is the bailey (a courtyard) and round the bailey was a curtain wall. The curtain wall was the last to be built and probably had six projecting towers and a gateway. An outer ditch lay some distance in front of the wall (perhaps the bailey was originally intended to be larger). The deep ditches that can be seen close to the keep nowadays are probably the result of the demolition of the curtain wall and the quarrying of its stone for re-use elsewhere. The last fragment of the curtain wall collapsed in 1841 ‘with a tremendous crash’.

This is a water colour painting of the castle by John Norden c. 1600 before the loss of the outer walls and towers

This was drawn by Noble/Hogg in c. 1786 which shows how much of the curtain wall had been destroyed during the preceding 180 years
The keep contains two circular halls, one above the other and each hall has its own two storey suite of rooms arranged within the turrets and the thickness of the walls. The hall windows are quite large but the rooms in the turrets have only slit windows. Underneath the lower hall within the sloping plinth is a basement for storage with a well, the water of which was probably rather salty.
Notice the wear on the step up into the alcove. This was the way to the kitchen and you can imagine all the kitchen scullions carrying countless dishes of meat and jugs of wine and beer into the hall over this step.
The Lower Hall has a large fire place.
The kitchen has two small fireplaces and a stone sink which would have been adequate for cooking for the small number of people who were the normal residents of the castle. When there was major feast with many guests there was probably a larger kitchen outside in the bailey and this kitchen would have been used for heating food. If the castle was under attack then this kitchen would have been essential.
The next picture is of something that always fascinated our daughters when they were little.
There had been a short wall between the latrines but this was removed for some unknown reason during the Second World War when the castle was requisitioned by the government and a radar observation post was built on top of the south turret. The latrines are in a garderobe, a cloakroom, and possibly ammonia given off by the latrine may have helped to protect any robes stored there from insect attack.
A selection of passageways. The constable’s chamber is accessed from the Lower Hall and is up a spiral staircase from one of the alcoves and along a passage in the north turret. For some reason we didn’t go up there so no photo. There is another chamber for middle-ranking guests off the Lower Hall. The main doorway to the main stair which fills the south turret and connects all levels of the keep from the basement to the roof is also accessed form the Lower Hall.
Like most stairs in castles, this one rises clockwise, giving a right-handed defender space to wield his sword while hindering an attacker coming from below. We then went up to the chapel and chaplain’s room which is, like the constable’s room, half way up the keep between the Lower Hall and the Upper Hall.
You can also see E’s elbow on the right. This is the most richly decorated area in the keep.
There is a squint to the left of the altar that allowed people to hear divine service from the passage.
The chaplain’s room is further along the passage. Beyond his room he had his own latrine and a store-cupboard for his clothes and books.
We then went up to the Upper Hall which is now holding the Orford Museum.
This would have been much more richly decorated than the hall below as this was where the most important visitors stayed, even the king himself. The original form of the roof was a high conical or domed construction supported by thirteen projecting stone corbels around the walls. Whoever designed this roof for Henry was highly educated, and by designing it to look like roofs in palaces in Byzantium he was associating the king with the great monarchs of antiquity. The roof rotted and decayed away through the 17th and 18th centuries. An alcove off the Upper Hall leads to another kitchen for heating food prepared elsewhere.
This room could also double as a washroom where visitors could bathe in comfort with water heated by the fire and then afterwards poured down the drain. There is a sleeping chamber intended for grand visitors easily reached from the Upper Hall. It also had its own latrine with two doors to keep odours at bay. In another alcove there are a pair of large cupboards facing each other for the safekeeping of valuables and clothes. There is evidence that there were large doors to these cupboards. Going further up the stairs we found another passageway leading to a lost gallery.
There is also a cistern on this upper level lined with finely dressed stone. Rainwater was collected from the roofs and stored in this cistern and then distributed to other rooms through a system of pipes.
We then went onto the roof where there is a bakery and also the reinforced concrete platform, erected during the Second World War, which was originally used as a gun platform but then adapted as a radar observation post. The flat roof is modern with the turrets rising still higher. The medieval conical roof would have kept below the level of the surrounding parapet, both now destroyed. The tops of the turrets would have served as fighting platforms and watchtowers and were originally reached by ladders.
This is the view we saw from the top of the keep.

Orford Ness is a long shingle spit now owned by the National Trust. For many years the Ness was owned by the Ministry of Defence who began work there during the First World War finding out how to use an aeroplane as a weapon. After WW1 it became a ballistics testing facility and work was done using radio beacons resulting in the birth of the radar. Ballistics testing continued during WW2 and the Ness was used to improve aircraft and munitions design. After the war lethality and vulnerability trials continued and work on aerodynamics of ammunition. Ballistics testing continued and extended to include rockets with jets fired from almost no altitude into King’s Marsh. Later Orford Ness hosted one of its largest secrets – the huge Cobra Mist radar project. At the height of the Cold War the Atomic Weapons Research Establishment used the Ness for development work on the atomic bomb. This continued all through the 1960’s and the ominous, half-buried concrete structures known as ‘pagodas’ were built to contain these most lethal of weapons. From the 1970’s the Ness was home to RAF Explosive Ordnance Disposal and large quantities of munitions were destroyed here which was often very noisy. The last service personnel left in 1987 and the Ness remained officially closed to the public with occasional trials of new equipment. The MoD sold the Ness to the National Trust in 1993. In the late 1970’s and early 1980’s the site and buildings were re-used for the Orfordness Transmitting Station. The powerful medium wave radio station was originally owned and run by the Foreign Office, then by the BBC and then, after privatization in the 1990’s by a series of private companies. It is best known for transmitting the BBC World Service in English round the clock to continental Europe from September 1982 until March 2011. It has been disused since May 2012. Access is only available by the National Trust ferry from Orford Quay on designated open days. The importance of the landscape of the spit and the wildlife it supports had become apparent by the time the National Trust took over the Ness. It cares for the internationally rare and extremely fragile coastal vegetated shingle as well as the historically important military buildings. Acknowledgements to the National Trust web page on Orford Ness for this information. We then left the castle and walked through the village to the Quay passing by lots of attractive cottages on the way.
We spent an enjoyable hour at the Quay watching people, boats, dogs and seagulls.

We bought fish and chips for our tea on the way home, so no cooking for me either – hooray!
28 Mon Jul 2014
Posted in Rural Diary, Uncategorized
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Buxton, camping, caravanning, Chinley, Duke of Devonshire, Flash, holiday, Huntingdon, Pavilion, Pavilion Gardens, Peak District National Park, River Great Ouse, River Wye, Roman, scout camps, Sheffield, spa town, Staffordshire Moorland, Stffordshire, Testament of Youth, The Crescent, Vera Brittain, war memorial, warm springs
When I was young and living at home with my parents, our summer holidays were camping holidays spent in the UK. I became fairly well travelled in England, Scotland and Wales. We never went to Northern Ireland because not only was the cost of the cross-channel ferry prohibitive and the journey was too far for the five of us travelling in a small car from Kent, but Northern Ireland was not a safe place to go during the 1960s and 70s.
Not only did we go on family camping holidays but we also went on scout camps because my father was a Scout Master for many years. I didn’t like scout camps as I was very shy and a little frightened of all the big, noisy boys but my younger brother and sister loved them and wanted to join in all the fun and were upset when they weren’t allowed. Mum was in charge of the first aid.
R’s family holidays were in bed and breakfast hotels as his mother refused to go camping, having had enough of it in the Girl Guides. He was a Scout and enjoyed going off on scout camps and grew to love the hills, mountains, moors and rivers in the North of England. He eventually became a Scout Leader himself with his own scout troop.
I had camped a couple of times since leaving home and before marrying Richard so we did consider getting a tent. Eventually, after holidaying in rented cottages for a couple of years we decided to get a caravan instead. Our daughter E had just been born and we thought a caravan holiday would be easier to cope with than camping. Camping and caravanning holidays have their drawbacks but we have always enjoyed the freedom they bring.
R and I have just bought a new caravan. Our two previous ones had been second-hand and this is our first brand new one. We are very pleased with it and hope to be able to go away in it very often. That is not to say that we won’t be going to hotels and holiday cottages again, we will, especially as E hates caravanning now she is older.
I find getting ready for holidays quite exhausting. Having a new van made things a little easier as we didn’t need to clean and service it, but making sure the house and garden are left clean and tidy before we go, making sure Mum has everything she needs for the time we are away and trying to remember to pack all we need for the holiday was tiring enough.
I decided to stop feeding the birds just before we left. While I had been in Sheffield during the week before, something had killed one of the three ducklings that were living in the garden. Also, a couple of days before we left, I was admiring a little bird looking for insects in the window box outside my kitchen window, when a kestrel plummeted out of the sky and caught it just in front of me. I felt that the feeders were making the birds I wished to feed more vulnerable to birds of prey and also to the cats in the neighbourhood. I had been having a lot of trouble from the local squirrels too. They had wrecked a few feeders and had been eating so much of the bird food as well. They had become very bold and one had tried to attack me when I attempted to shoo it away from the ground feeder. I wished to discourage this and a period of no food might be good for all concerned.
We all set off in good time on the morning of the 1st July but at Huntingdon we got stuck in a traffic jam for an hour and a quarter because of an over-turned lorry.
This is the view from the car while we were on the stationary A14. The river is the Great Ouse. We were sent on another diversion to avoid another accident involving a lorry when we were only half an hour away from our destination so the journey was very long and tedious. For the last few years we have stayed in the Staffordshire Moorlands right on the edge of the Peak District National Park. The site is at Blackshaw Moor, just to the north of the town of Leek.
A had kindly offered to look after E for the week, so as soon as we had found our caravan site and pitched the caravan we set off again to the nearest railway station on the line to Sheffield. While E and I and her enormous, weighty suitcase took the train to Sheffield, R found a supermarket and bought supplies for the week. He then waited and waited for my return. I meanwhile, got to Sheffield and we found A waiting for us at the station. I handed over E, the suitcase and a quantity of money and then found them something to eat. I decided to get myself a sandwich as the next train back to Chinley, the station where R was waiting, didn’t go for another hour. I eventually got back to R just after 9p.m. We drove the 25 or so miles back to our caravan, unpacked the car, collected the water and plugged the electric cable in and our holiday had begun.
The following day, after a very leisurely breakfast and a restful morning, we put the awning to the caravan up. The awning (a tent-like porch attached to the caravan) is not a large one but we find it useful for hanging coats and towels and keeping shoes and rucksacks etc. We sometimes sit out there and we have used the awning for dining in the past when all four of us were together or when we have had visitors.
That afternoon we visited Buxton, about half an hour’s drive away across beautiful moorland. The views from the road are outstanding especially on a fine day. One of the villages we pass on the road is called Flash which is reputedly the highest village in the Peak District. It is 461m /1514′ above sea level and is often snowbound in the winter. it was once a hideout for footpads, highwaymen and counterfeiters and prize fights took place there even after it was made illegal.
Buxton is the highest town of its size in England at 300m/984′ above sea level and has been occupied continuously since Roman times.
The Romans were attracted by the warm springs which emerge near the River Wye and are a constant 28 degrees C. They built baths here and these springs have been very important to the town ever since. The spring at St Ann’s Well was probably a place of pilgrimage since the Middle Ages and by Tudor times it had been established as a spa.
The great period of Buxton as a spa began when the 5th Duke of Devonshire started the construction of the Crescent in 1780. The building took ten years to build and cost £38000, a fabulous sum in those days. It was sited alongside the site of St Ann’s Well. From then until the 20th century many fine buildings and hotels were constructed in Buxton. In 1851-53 a new set of thermal baths were built and in 1863 the railway arrived in the town which made the spa much more accessible. The Opera House and the Pavilion Gardens were built. Vera Brittain, who wrote ‘Testament of Youth’, her book about her life during the First World War, grew up in Buxton. The main industry of the town from the 19th century to the present day is limestone quarrying. The spa declined in popularity after the Second World War but since the 1980’s when the Opera House was re-opened the town has started to come alive again. The annual Opera Festival was established and the University of Derby moved into the former Devonshire Royal Hospital building. There is work going on now to re-open the spa and the Crescent. For the past couple of times we have visited the town we haven’t been able to see the Crescent because of the hoardings in front of it.
The reason why there are so many google images in this post is because we forgot to take our cameras out with us. R was able to take a couple of pictures with his phone and these I will include now.
We did some shopping for things R couldn’t get the night before and then walked up to the Pavilion, looked at the plants in the glasshouse and had coffee/tea in the café. We walked about the Gardens and then walked back down to the town past the War Memorial.
The day, which had started bright and breezy, became cloudy and very humid during the afternoon. We returned to our caravan and rested for the rest of the day as we were still very tired from our exertions of the day before.
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