MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS THE WALPOLE BAY HOTEL...

I've been to the Walpole Bay Hotel and Museum before, so I decided to pop in for afternoon tea during my recent day trip to Margate, on my birthday.

We were very lucky as the owner of the hotel- a great British eccentric named Jane Bishop- was giving a very interesting talk about the history of the hotel, and her part in the restoration of it, to a group of old dears in the dining room just as we were having our tea.  It's good that someone with no background in hotel management but a hell of a lot of passion has made a go of this business.  It just goes to show that it's what's in the heart that counts, and just what drive and determination can do.

Our "Strawberry Tea" was lovely...

Here's SuperDean trying to be elegant...  Not a great photo as he's very much in silhouette.

The dining room.

The veranda.  This is a PDF as my picture didn't come out well.

Walking into this Art Deco hotel is like walking into an Agatha Christie script.  The museum is not a room as such, but housed in unused sections of this working hotel.  If you like oddities and eccentricities and an olde worlde atmosphere, then this is the ideal hotel for you.  We also got to see inside some of the rooms and they were lovely, with really personal touches.

But if you like modern style hotels in what is considered to be 'good taste' (please, I am just not interested in 'tasteful'); neutral colours and clean, sleek lines (how infernally boring) then maybe this place is not for you. 

Here is the entrance foyer with its trellis door lift.  My block of flats in Hammersmith had one of these lifts so I am very familiar with them!

Here are a couple of fashion pics in the bridal suite.  To me, they kind of summed up the shabby (in the nicest sense of the word) chic of the hotel.

Fashion dummies in the corridor.

Dressing up cupboard.

Gloves displayed behind a glass wall hanging.

This mad hat room is madder than a hatter!

Vanity mirrors like those our grandmothers owned.

The shoe room.  It HURT to leave the pink shoes behind...especially as they were my size.  My heart bleeds!

Teddy bears on display.

This room contained typewriters and sewing machines.  Many people have donated curios to the museum.

If you're like me and love the unusual then you will certainly want to have a nose around this hotel.  

Yes, it's junk, but it's interesting junk!

The beautiful ballroom in the basement. 

The atmospheric lounge next to the ballroom.  This photo is very dark- I didn't have enough battery power to turn the flash on!  You do get a sense of louche decadence, though.

A PDF of the billiard room next to that.  I love the Art Deco mirror- the whole hotel is a real nostalgia trip and takes you back in time to yesteryear.

Here's a weird selfie of me photographing a naked lady in one of the cabinets in the foyer.  I've said this before but I always seem to be wearing this pink get-up whenever I'm in a photo.  I'm sure you all think that I own only one set of clothes!

It has been said that the collection here needs "sorting out."  Yep, maybe it does, but only a tweak here and there.  I wouldn't want it to look too neat as I think that would take too much away from its charm.

There is also a napery display- where guests have drawn on linen napkins and given then back to be framed and put on the walls.  These didn't interest me that much, although if I ever stay at the hotel I want to be given a napkin to draw on- and I want it displayed! 

Here's local girl Tracey Emin's napkin, showing her portrait of the hotel owner.  I'm not quite sure whether she should be flattered by this or not!

This is the view of the back of the theatre, taken as we walked away from the hotel and back to Margate beach.

 All in all, 'twas a lovely day, filled with big smiles!!!!

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THE JEWELLER'S WIFE by JUDITH LENNOX

THE JEWELLER'S WIFE

BY JUDITH LENNOX

THE BLURB:-

1938. As England awaits the outbreak of war, Juliet Winterton journeys from the Mediterranean to the Essex countryside to begin her life as the beautiful young wife of a London jeweller.

But beneath her husband's intelligence and ambition, lies a cruel and ruthless man. And when dashing politician Gillis Sinclair comes to stay at Marsh Court, Juliet is drawn to his irresistible charm.

So begins a passionate affair that will have consequences far beyond anything Juliet imagines. For Gillis Sinclair is hiding a dark secret and, as the Winterton children grow up, Juliet fears that they, too, will be tainted by the past...

THE REALITY:-

I've read all of Judith Lennox's novels, apart from the first four- and that's only because they're almost impossible to get hold of in anything other than electronic form, and I don't own an e-reader. The only book I really struggled with was All My Sisters: I looked forward to its release, but then put it down almost immediately as there were so many characters introduced during the first few pages that the storyline got confusing and difficult to focus on. I didn't pick it up again until 5 years later. It turned out to be a good read and I got into Ms. Lennox's novels once again.

This book, for me, started off similarly uninspiring, and it wasn't until I was well past the first 100 pages that I started to feel bored no longer. I thoroughly enjoyed reading about the younger generation and their time in “Swinging Sixties” London but there were so many of these characters that this book, too, became confusing. Even though I raced to the end (which I'm glad was happy, especially for Juliet, who deserved it) I re-read the novel and gave it more of a chance. I'm glad I did as I felt I rushed it the first time. I also found the family tree, at the beginning of the book helped with pinpointing who's who (duh!)

In the middle of the first read, I went to Southend for the day and, coincidentally, looked at a map of the Essex area whilst I visited their RNLI station. I pinpointed West Mersea, Maldon and the islands of the Blackwater estuary, where this book is set, and was glad to do so, as it got the geography of the area straight in my head. Like Freya, in the novel, I too could easily become obsessed with causeways- such strange places between land and sea. I'm glad that train stations close to my home were mentioned- Ilford, Manor Park, Stratford, etc. as it made me feel “in” the story!

It was quite obvious that Freya was the long-lost daughter, and also very apparent that she was alive. This author has used the notion of a person considered drowned when they're really alive before. I suppose that, if you've written as many meaty novels as Judith Lennox has, then the same ideas will flow through more than once. With very good characters and a (mostly) pulsing storyline this made for a compulsive read which was emotional in parts. I loved our flawed heroine, Juliet. When she put up with Henry's treatment of her you wanted to shake her; when she treated Joe so nastily you wanted to shake her more! This story managed to arouse some emotion in me, and it was also nice to be taken to places outside of London (Essex and the Orkney's) with clever descriptives. My favourite parts were always about the causeway, the mysterious cottage and Frances and her twin children.

A good read- just don't rush it, and study the family tree!

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS THE MUSEUM OF BRANDS, PACKAGING AND ADVERTISING...

The Museum of Brands, Packaging and Advertising is tucked away in Ladbroke Grove, West London, and made for a happy couple of hours behaving like a tourist!

We started our day with a meander down Portobello Road, which was quite pleasantly quiet- it was possibly too hot to have to put up with too much hustle and bustle.

The museum looked very Art Deco from the outside...

Inside, it houses a cornucopia of objects.  I especially loved the "time tunnel" which shows consumer culture from the Victorian times to the present day.  From groceries to household appliances, propaganda, magazines and toys, this is a real trip down nostalgia alley.

The pictures from inside the museum are PDFs as I believe that photography was disallowed.

I especially loved the Spice Girls Baywatch jigsaw!  Both the girls and the programme were really big commercial successes in the 1990s.

The central exhibition space (which you can also hire for events) was very Andy Warhol-esque, with its lines of products displayed in chronological order.

Harks from the past...

But the real gem was the peaceful cafe garden.  It's one of those hidden delights you wouldn't know existed unless you were looking for it. 

Here's a pensive SuperDean nibbling on his Danish pastry.

And here's a happy SuperDean...

Ok, I admit it.... I'm ghoulish and a touch macabre....

I've stood where John Lennon was shot...

I've stood where Gianni Versace was shot...

I've stood where Princess Grace's car came off the road in the South of France...

I would have stood by the thirteenth pillar down in the Pont d' Alma tunnel but, much as I loved Princess Diana, I have no wish to join her just yet, so I made do with a gawk from the side of the entrance.

I've been to the evocative Highgate Cemetary to gawp at the graves of the famous.

I've been to the Blind Beggar pub in Whitechapel, where Ronnie Kray shot George Cornell dead.

I've seen the bullet holes on the outside of the Magdala pub in Hampstead, where the last woman to be hung in Britain, Ruth Ellis, shot her abusive lover, David Blakely, dead.

I've been to the site of 10 Rillington Place, where infamous murderer John Christie killed his victims and stashed them in his house.

And I've seen the burnt-out obelisk of the Grenfell tower, horrifically gutted by fire so very recently.

I took Dean to see the latter two as they were in the area.  'You take me to the nicest places,' he said- a touch sarcastically! 
 The tributes to the tower victims outside the nearby church were really moving, though.

Grenfell Tower, to the left of the photo.

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