Wednesday 11 August 2021

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS THE SHELL GROTTO...

It was the third time we'd visited the ornate subterranean Shell Grotto in Margate, which is shrouded in mystery.  
It has been open to the public since 1838 (although some accounts state 1837) and has remained a privately-owned attraction ever since.   Most experts agree on 1835 as the date of its discovery, but no documentation that pre-dates this, or explains its origins, has ever been found.
The Grotto is a tunnel cut into the solid chalk, and is 70 feet (21 m) in length with walls of 8 feet (2.4 m) high, which are adorned with magical mosaics consisting of 4.6 million mussels, cockles, whelks, winkles and oyster shells, set out in strange patterns and symbols. 

The Grotto is divided into five sections- the Entrance Passage, the Rotunda, the Dome, the Serpentine Passage and the Altar Chamber.
Here is my crumpled guide/map, which is a 1954 interpretation thought to be the work of Conan and Nellie Shaw, who published a pamphlet on the Grotto.  The guide is entirely subjective- those who believe the Grotto to have been a devotional space see symbolism in the shell designs, and those who think the Grotto was built for secular use could well interpret these as patterns instead. 

You are not supposed to touch the shells in the Grotto (I only read the notice dictating this after my first visit as I exited the tunnel- oopsie!), but you can feel this modern panel, designed to show how colourful and dazzling the shells must have looked in their heyday, before damage from the gas lamps used to light the passage for nearly 100 years caused carbon deposits, and water penetration occurred.

You enter via one set of stairs down from the shop to the Museum Room, then another down into the Entrance Passage.  You pass chalk walls before the shells spring into view.
Accounts conflict upon how the Grotto was discovered, with the first account written in the Kentish Gazette, in May 1838, detailing how workmen making alterations to Belle Vue Cottage in 1835 chanced upon a large stone impeding their progress.  The worker thrust his spade into the ground and it simply vanished.  (I do question this- it does sound remarkably similar to how the nearby Margate Caves were discovered, so perhaps the particular piece of research dictating this is slightly misinformed.)  The master of nearby Dane House School, James Newlove, was made aware of this and he lowered his young son Joshua into the ground on a rope; candle in hand.  God knows what modern health and safety would make of this, but Joshua told them his astonishing tale when he reached the surface.

Fanny Newlove, the daughter of James who would have been around 12 at the time of the below events, and who took over the running of the Grotto for a number of years disputes this.  According to her account, her brother had found out about the Grotto some time before, but wouldn't dare tell their father. 
On finding the chalk loose at one end of the passage next to their house, Joshua Newlove pulled the rough blocks away until the opening was wide enough to fit through.  Both Fanny and Joshua went inside, along with two or three local girls, and examined the Grotto by having a candle in a lamp dangling from the neck of one of them.
Here we are approaching the Rotunda (it's the right hand side of the photo).

Newlove senior was canny, and hurriedly purchased the land above the Grotto, aware that a financial gain could be made.
Was this place an ancient temple?  Or a meeting place for a secret sect?  Interpretations of the weird shell designs include trees of life, phalluses, gods, goddesses and animals.

The skylight in the Dome allows natural light to penetrate, and sits 4 metres above the ground.
Debate continues as to what the Grotto actually is.  Could it be a rich man's folly, such as those which exist in the grounds of wealthy landowners, having completed their Grand Tour?  Such follies certainly exist around the country, but the whole purpose of a folly was to show off wealth and status, so a fact that this grotto is hidden negates this.  Also, these were popular in the 1700s, so is it realistic to assume that all records would have disappeared by the 1800s?
There are traces of modern (early 19th century) brick in one of the arches, however that could be a repair.

We snake down the Serpentine Passage, and have to question the logistics of the above debate.  The Grotto was below farmland, on high open ground next to a busy track.  Why would an aristocrat build a grotto below pastureland?  And how would the transportation of 4.6 million shells- including sorting and creating the mosaics, and utilising the labour required to do so, go unnoticed?

Approaching the Altar Chamber, and it's been questioned whether the Grotto could have been a smuggler's cave- such places certainly existed.  But the Grotto is inland, with no caves connecting it to the coast.  So why would a smuggler bring his booty to an exposed field, and why would he bother decorating what would essentially be a "functioning cave" with shells?

A panel from the Altar Chamber.
A 2006 theory put forward the idea that this enchanting Grotto was built by the Knight's Templar (a Catholic military order formed in 1119)- or their associates- sometime in the 1100s.  This conclusion was reached after looking at painstaking measurements of angles inside the Grotto, and the way the light was projected.  

Another panel from this site, and the Altar Chamber certainly looks like it could be the venue for masonic rituals (Freemasons are members of fraternal organisations which trace their origins to the local guilds of stonemasons that, from the 13th century, regulated the qualifications of stonemasons and their interactions with authorities and clients.)  Both these theories have legs...

The wall at the back of the Altar Chamber depicts a sรฉance, which was held in 1939 to try to contact the spirits of the builders, and find out the origins of the Grotto.  Other seances have also taken place here.
This wall is of modern construction, as a World War II bomb penetrated the Grotto in 1940.
The theory that the Grotto was a dungeon doesn't really ring true.  Why would a holding cell be so elaborately decorated?
 
The Grotto was Grade I listed in 1973, meaning English Heritage watches over its preservation.  Concern about damp led to it being put on the "at risk" register in the 1990s, but extensive conservation work led to it happily being removed in 2012.
Was a female deity worshipped in the cave?  An eight-pointed star occurs repeatedly on the walls, and in several cultures that symbolises creation.  It's similar to the Star of Ishtar, the goddess of Mesopotamia, which represents love, fertility, sex and war.  It originally represented the heavens, but became associated with the planet Venus.

I'm naughty, and described this plinth as "somewhere to rest your pint!"
Most of the shells could be found locally, as they're native to Britain- including cockles, whelks, limpets, razor shells and oysters, but there are some exotic shells, such as the Caribbean queen conches in the corner of the Altar Room.
The majority of the mosaic, however, is the flat winkle, which is found only rarely locally.  They could have been collected from shores west of Southampton, where they're abundant.  They form the background infill between the designs.
Is it me, or does the shell pattern above this plinth resemble a uterus and ovaries?  It could tie in with the female deity worshipful theory.

The altar part of the Altar Camber, and this room measures 15ft by 20ft (5m by 6m).
Was it a Roman temple?  Could it have been something to do with dark-age rituals?  Was it a shrine involving pagan arts?  Or maybe it was some kind of prehistoric astronomical calendar- or astrological chart?  As the construction could have been any time in the past 3000 years, conjecture abounds and will continue to do so.

 Re-entering the Serpentine Passage.
During their 2009 condition survey, five samples of mortar were sent off- and each one found to be different!  Some were identified as lime mortar type and some as "Roman cement type."  The differences could be explained by subsequent repairs.
Could the stunning cave originate from the Phoenicians?  The name of the area- Thanet- comes from the Phoenician goddess, Tanit.  But it's a tad unrealistic as, despite being excellent sailors, their civilisation was based around Lebanon and Syria.

Approaching the Dome, and the shells cannot be carbon dated as a number of samples would have to be provided (to mitigate dating a Victorian- or later- repair) and the cost is high.  The Grotto has other more pressing conservation issues at present.
The cement which glues the designs to the walls is believed to contain fish oil and crushed shells, and is similar in constitution to Roman cement.  The motifs, however, contain Greek, Indian and Egyptian influences.

Leaving the Grotto, and the wall is to the left and the Rotunda to the right, as we made our way out.
The shells cannot be cleaned as removal of their sooty coating would create a good deal of moisture, which is the last thing this underground passageway needs, plus it could damage the mosaics.  Also, the shells look to be mostly white, so you'd only replace one kind of discolouration with another.
It's been said that the Grotto was not a limestone quarry.  There are other accessible places to dig, and quarries are not excavated in an arch-shaped fashion.  I disagree, and have to say that this theory does have some appeal- after all, nearby Margate Caves was originally dug as a chalk mine and then sealed off when it reached the end of its working life.  With the Shell Grotto, who's to say that they (whomever "they" were) didn't get artistic, and play around adding arches and decorating the surfaces for the sheer pleasure of it?

After 1932, and soon after the the recent new owner took ownership, gas was replaced by electricity.
The Museum section at the top of the stairs has a few cabinets of associated treasures on display, plus an interactive table where kids can do some colouring-in.
The Grotto has featured in photoshoots for magazines, newspapers and book covers, and has been used for filming.  It's been on television as part of factual programmes, and I've seen it featured in George Clarke's Amazing Spaces.

Questions, questions, questions- the "why" part of the equation in relation to the Shell Grotto is discussed on this wall.
In terms of celebrity, both Paloma Faith and Jarvis Cocker (I've seen him- I used to work near his house, in Hoxton) have visited.  Lewis Carroll (author of Alice In Wonderland) also came here, but the Grotto didn't inspire the Alice books- he'd already written them by then and was already a celebrity.

The same artist, Ann Carrington, who made the bronze shell lady entitled Mrs Booth, which sits on Margate Harbour Arm, also created 12 life-size shell ladies from real scallop shells.  Similar in design yet distinctly unique, they appear in different locations all over the summer (I have seen one outside the Turner Contemporary art gallery before), and this gal permanently resides in the Shell Grotto shop.  On this day she was welcoming us by the door.๐Ÿ’— 

And what do I think?  The masonic and Knight's Templar theories certainly appeal to me, and the idea that the Shell Grotto was some kind of devotional space.  Will we ever know?  Only if someone does manage to unearth evidence of its existence before 1835.
I do like mysterious places like this, and will certainly pop in again next time I'm in Margate.

Until then...

TTFN

The Miss Elaineous

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Monday 2 August 2021

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITES THANET...

 I suppose this blog is a bit of a dumping ground for the additional Kent things I got up to...

Margate is part of the local administrative district of Thanet, which governs the highest westerly points of the county.  A significant maritime port since the middle ages, it was then part of the Cinque Ports (the name is Norman French, meaning "Five Ports"), a confederation of historical towns in Kent, Essex and Sussex.  Originally formed for trade and military purposes, the title is now purely ceremonial.
A popular place for holidaymakers in the 18th century, owing to easy access via the Thames and, later, the railways, it went into decline in the late 20th century.  Attempts are being made to revitalise the economy; evident in the array of artisan and vintage shops, specialist restaurants and art galleries in the Old Town area.

The first thing we did on arrival that afternoon was visit Margate Caves, but I've blogged about that separately, as there's so much to say.  Here is the link:-

The Bay is gorgeous, and here's a photo of the sunset on our first balmy night there, overlooking the stone pier that is Margate Harbour Arm.

Watching the sun dipping over the Margate Main Sands, and a few stragglers were still enjoying the beach at 9pm.

We ate at the Great British Pizza Company, and I had a totally unusual blue cheese and pear pizza, on a ricotta base.  The food, rosรฉ wine and ambience- probably helped along by the roseate glow from this catchy neon sign above our table- were just perfect.๐Ÿ’—
This is a SuperDean photo- he sulks if I forget to give him a credit.๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜

The next day we took the bus to nearby Broadstairs (£4.50 for a day bus pass).  Known as the "jewel in Thanet's crown," this pretty little village gets its name from  a former set of stairs in the chalk cliff, which led down to the sands.
This is Viking Bay, with the magnificent Bleak House high up on the headland.  Once called Fort House, Charles Dickens lived here whilst planning his book, and its location and appearance did inspire the title.  The last time we were here we got to see inside the house- which was operating as a hotel-ventured upstairs to Dickens' study and into the bowels of the building, where a smuggling museum sat at the site of the end of an old smugglers' tunnel.  Sadly, all this is now closed and the hotel is up for sale.
There is also a Dickens House Museum, with exhibits in the cottage that was his inspiration for the home of Betsey Trotwood; David Copperfield's fictional great-aunt in his father's side.  That was also was temporarily closed, but I've been to it before- as well as the Crampton Tower Museum (another Broadstairs attraction). Read about them all here:-

I only took a few photos, as there are plenty on my previous blog, but had to capture a shot of the sea whipping up impressive sea horses over the railings...

One place I couldn't get into last time was a cafรฉ called The Old Curiosity Shop, due to filming for a romantic comedy taking place outside.  I tried, but the proprietress was in a none-too-happy mood.  Well, I can understand that- she was trying to run a business after all, and having a production team discouraging customers from entering was extremely detrimental to her takings.
This is what I wanted to see...

The Wishing Well, and 250 years ago contraband such as tea, tobacco and spirits were hidden down here, away from the inquisitive eyes of Customs and Excise and Coastguard officers.

You can see two skeletal figures skulking down here...

We walked down Victoria Parade and on towards the King George VI Memorial Park.  On the way we passed the Winterstoke sun shelter and rock gardens, and they date back to 1920.

The Italianate Glasshouse and Tea Garden is at the far end of the King George VI Memorial Park.  It was not easy to find, as it's mostly hidden behind trees and this park suffered from that common public space problem of not having very good signposting.
We arrived thoroughly dehydrated, but a jug of pink lemonade soon sorted us out.

Dating back to 1817, the glasshouse was bought in 1832 at auction, from another magnificent house called Bretton Hall, in Yorkshire, to sit in the grounds of East Cliff Lodge. The house was demolished in 1953, with its grounds becoming the park. The neglected greenhouse was restored in 2005, with the tea garden being added much more recently.
This snap of the inside was taken from my seat, as we were not allowed to venture in due to current restrictions.

The harbour arm and Ramsgate- which began as a fishing and farming hamlet- has one of the biggest marinas on the south coast.  The Royal Victoria Pavilion, which is the big building visible next to the beach, dates from 1904 and was built as a concert hall/ assembly rooms in the style of a Robert Adam orangery.  After stints as a nightclub and a casino, it was rescued from dilapidated to become the largest Wetherspoon pub in existence.
I've blogged about Ramsgate before, and more photos can be found here- along with interesting details about the Ramsgate Tunnels:-

Back in Margate that evening, and here's the view over Dreamland, taken from The Mechanical Elephant (another Wetherspoon pub- it did the job!)  
The site has been used for amusement rides since 1880, but was not named Dreamland until their scenic railway wooden rollercoaster was opened in 1920.

I stuck my head out of the window to get a better shot.๐Ÿ˜€  I don't know if the theme park was open whilst we were there, but I do know that the rollercoaster is closed until 2022.  As that was the only ride we were interested in we didn't bother checking it out any further.

Britpop band Ocean Colour Scene were holding a concert there, and the big wheel lit up as they played...

These shots looked almost too pretty to consume.  Almost...๐Ÿ˜‰

The Tudor House is the oldest building in Margate; built in 1525. Considered to be high status as it has "showy" features, it's what's known as a "transitional house." No, that's not a halfway house for recovering drug addicts and alkies, but a building which bridges the gap between medieval open-hall living and early-modern two storey dwellings.

I have been in here before, and can remember standing in a fireplace and peering up a chimney of significant size. Sadly, it was shut this time. Frustratingly, it reopened to the public only one weekend later.

We visited Margate's stunning, mysterious Shell Grotto.  But that deserves its own blog, which you can find here:- 

We nipped into The Mad Hatter tea rooms to escape the rain and have a cuppa- lapsang souchong for sophisticated little me and coffee for Dean.

The Mad Hatter logo...

The downstairs restaurant, where we sat...

My smoky tree-bark tasting cup of tea, beautifully presented.๐Ÿ˜€

Under the previous owner the upstairs was much more cluttered, with Christmas decorations hanging around!

It's a quaint little place, but is it wrong that I found the khazi, with its fancy tiles, wooden seat and clunky cistern (you know the type- you think it's going to fall on your head) of enormous interest?! Why does the lavatorial always appeal to me?!
This seat looks a tad medieval, but I suppose in those days they would have only had either a drop or a hole beneath their wooden seats...

These cisterns always remind me of my infant school, which had outside loos (I'm showing my age here!) during my first year there, until they were torn down.

Very pretty tiling around the handbasin...

We went for a wander around the Old Town, and I had to question why seafood restaurant Hantverk & Found had tits drawn on its windows. Is it something to do with breast cancer/ breast checking awareness? Or does the place convert into a titty bar after midnight?

The Greedy Cow is a good name for a restaurant- I do believe it's named after me!๐Ÿ˜

A little birthday pressie to self had to happen, and I needed new dangly diamante earrings.  These were a snip, at £4.๐Ÿ˜

The tide was high around Margate Harbour Arm.  The big white building is the Turner Contemporary, an art gallery named after renowned artist J.M.W. Turner, who went to school in the town and visited throughout his life.  We didn't go in as we've done it before.  
The buildings to the right of the photo are part of Old Town.

View over The Bay towards Dreamland, and Turner liked to come here and paint as he thought the skies were lovely.  They were a bit moody on this day!

The bronze shell lady was commissioned in 2009, and made by local artist Ann Carrington.  Named "Mrs Booth" after Sophia Booth, who was Turner's landlady and long-term companion, the site of her old lodging house is where the Turner Contemporary now stands.

Despite the overcast sky, the sea retained quite a stunning contrasting green hue...

Two ships traversing the horizon.  By now it was raining steadily, and a drinkie in the pub beckoned.  Well, it was my birthday...๐Ÿ˜‰

The Harbour Arm was built between 1812 1nd 1815 and the lighthouse is a Doric column, initially instated in 1829 after being designed by William Edmunds.  It was rebuilt in 1955, after being destroyed by the North Sea flood of 1953.

Margate's Jubilee Clock Tower was built to commemorate Queen Victoria's Golden Jubilee in 1887, although it wasn't completed until 1889.
Is it wrong to think of Only Fools and Horses and their Jolly Boys' Outing  (it was their 1989 Christmas feature-length special) whenever I think of Margate?!๐Ÿ˜
We were going to venture towards Cliftonville and where the fictional Villa Bella (where Del-Boy, Rodney and Uncle Albert stayed) would have been, but the day was a bit too wet.  Further around from there is the utterly original Walpole Bay Hotel, which houses their eccentric museum and napery.
I've been for a nosy before (plus a delicious strawberry cream tea) and blogged about it here:-

Heading out for a drink on the evening of my birthday and the sky looks mellow and subdued yet eye-catching.  I can understand why Turner chose to come here to paint.

Morning goodbye view from near out hotel, showing iconic Arlington House, which is a 58 metre high, 18 storey residential tower block.

View from the platform, and our hotel room was the window to the bottom right.  It took me a while to understand why I could hear rumbling beneath the building during the day, although I can't say that it was something that was overly intrusive.  I thought it was someone playing intermittent rock music- until I actually looked out of the window, saw the Margate sign and had a lightbulb "duh!" moment.๐Ÿ˜

Margate is very easy to get to as we take the high-speed link from Stratford, which is not far from my home.
All in all it was a lovely, much-needed break and Thanet, I will return.

Until then...

TTFN

The Miss Elaineous

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