Sunday, 22 April 2018

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS VALENTINES MANSION...


Valentines Mansion is situated in the lovely Valentines Park, Ilford. It is spitting distance from my home, and I've visited on quite a few occasions.

I have also created three YouTube vlogs:

Mansion:-

Park, Part 1:-

Park, Part 2:-

Here is the history:-

Valentines Mansion is more than 300 years old.
The house was built in around 1696 for Elizabeth Tillotson and her family, after the death of her husband, the Archbishop of Canterbury.
At that time the new brick house stood in open countryside, several miles from the edge of London.
Valentines has changed hands many times since then. City merchant and banker Robert Surman bought the estate in 1720s and created the walled gardens, dovecote and grottoes.
In the 1760s owner Sir Charles Raymond spent part of his fortune renovating Valentines, giving the house its Georgian appearance.
Sarah Ingleby, the last private resident of Valentines, died in 1906 and the Council acquired the house in 1912. Since then, the mansion has been home to wartime refugees, a hospital, a public health centre, and a council housing department.
After standing empty for 15 years, Valentines has now been restored with Redbridge council and Heritage Lottery funds, and strong community support to create the historic but contemporary venue it is today.
Source:- Valentine's Mansion & Gardens website.

Here is the current entrance, which is not the original entrance to the house.  This porte cochère (a covered entrance large enough for vehicles to pass through) was built in the 1810s, by resident Charles Welstead, who lived in the mansion from 1808 to 1838.

The view from the entrance, overlooking the charming Gardener's Cottage Cafe, which sits behind the Dovecote.  The Dovecote dates from c.1740-1760, and once contained domesticated doves and pigeons.

The view over to the far corner of Valentines Park...

It's a little known fact that The Great Vine at Hampton Court Palace was propagated from a cutting taken from Valentines Mansion's Kitchen Garden.
Here it is, taken last September on a day trip to Surrey, looking slightly bald. I think we visited just after harvesting.

It's maybe marginally better known that the 2011 series of The Great British Bake Off, and some charity versions of the show, were filmed in the mansion grounds. I stumbled across the tents by accident one hot day, whilst having a walk in the park. I recognised Sue Perkins standing inside, by one of the contestant's work benches. It was also the first day that I ever went inside the mansion. About a week or so later, I watched the show on TV. At the end, in the small tent, Mary Berry and Paul can't-keep-it-in-his-pants Hollywood were doing their summing up, deciding who to evict from the show and who to crown Star Baker, when I saw a flash of purple and black that I recognised as myself walking past! Have I been on television besides this? No, and I've no desire to, either. Even when I'm a famous novelist, I'll keep TV interviews to a minimum, as I'm a private person.
People often ask me, “Have you seen many famous people in London?” and my answer is no, because I neither go looking for- or notice- them. Fame and celebrity don't impress me. 

Back to the mansion, and the tour starts with a look into the Kitchen.  It dates back to c.1810, when it was built to connect the Scullery with the main house.  Before that this room would once have been separate, due to the risk of fire.
It has been recreated to look like it did in days gone by.

The cooking range...

Pots 'n' pans...

The skillet, with irons warming on the range behind...

A trio of dressers, and the Kitchen is bright and airy, with essential high walls and ceilings to keep this bustling room cool.



Through to the Scullery, and this is where messy work- such as clothes washing and peeling vegetables- would have taken place.
Washing implements- my nan owned stuff like this!

Sacks of (plastic, but lifelike!) vegetables...

Behind the door sits the bread oven...

Stored foodstuffs and the scullery and dairy date from 1809.  Before that this single storey building was an orangery.

The Pantry, and lavish items would have been stored here; such as wine, glazed fruits and meat.

Only the butler would have possessed a key to this cupboard...


Shelf of jars...

Through to the Dairy Wing, and more lifelike foodstuffs.  Oh, and what looks like my SuperDean's hand!

This area would have been a cool room...

Thou shall have a fishy, on a little dishy...

Of course, what you don't see is often as interesting as what you do... Behind this curtain was an old-fashioned butler's sink...

Into the main part of the mansion, and here's the oak staircase with barley twist spindles.  The beautiful stained glass Regency window dates from the Welstead improvements.

In silhouette, from the bottom looking up...


...and the top looking down...

Close-up...

These were once the servants' stairs, going up to the highest floor.  It was closed off but I have been up there before, to an artists in residence day...

Going down...

Here are some photos of the mansion's rooms, both downstairs and upstairs.  Generally speaking, everything looked quite bare.  They did once have a bedroom open to the public but that's now closed.  It does look like you can hold functions in some of the rooms.


This room was once the main entrance to the house...


Tables and dummies in the Holcombe Room, named after Charles Holcombe, who moved into Valentines Mansion around 1840.

Holcombe Room dummy...

A cute and elegant table in the Regency Parlour, which was once the Ingleby's bedroom.

The history of the house, with SuperDean in the way, as usual...

I thought this display of keys was quirky...

There are some interesting fireplaces in the mansion...






A couple of mirrors, with a vain old tart posing in them!  As seems to be the case whenever I'm taking selfies, I'm in my favourite pink outfit!

Someone tryin' to steal my thunder...

My favourite photographs of this visit consisted of views over the picturesque Valentines Park...








Urban views...


The painted glass in the Drawing Room, overlooking the balcony...




We left the house and ventured towards the cottage.  They do nice cream teas in here...

This was once the Kitchen Garden (site of the vine which provided the cutting for the Great Vine at Hampton Court Palace.)

You pass this cute cottage window on the way...

Nature reserve...

Tweetie-pies...

There used to be a sundial on this podium, but it's been removed.

Walled Garden views...

This part is the Old English Garden...



I liked these but have no idea what they are, as I'm not a botanist (or green fingered, for that matter).  Hyacinths, maybe?

The view over the Long Water as you leave the Walled Garden.  I believe the small hump to the centre of the photo (which is barely visible) on the other side of the lake is a wishing well.  It's called Jacob's Well.

Looking in the other direction, towards the Head of Canal Grotto...

An original snug and a poser, surrounded by modern bricks.  It's known as the Alcove Seat, and this whole area was restored around 2006, using lottery funding.


I love this view inside the Walled Garden, taken through this (almost medieval in its execution) hole in the wall.

The Dry Garden, opened by the Queen in 2012...

Sculpture...

Leaving the mansion...



There is going to be a vintage fair taking place next Sunday- so I shall be returning!

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Friday, 20 April 2018

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS BRIGHTON...AND GOES SHOPPING!!!!

Yes, you read that correctly- Miss Elaineous, hater of generic chain stores and shopping malls (and shopping in general- too many people, too much heat and too much noise) actually went shopping!!!!
But that's because the city of Brighton (which I've visited on many occasions) offers up MY kind of shopping.  For the record, my kind of shopping is: individual boutiques selling offbeat/ quirky outfits, charity/ vintage clothing shops and markets selling everything from tat to second hand designer goods and antiques.  In London, these lovelies are available at the likes of: Camden Market, Portobello Road Market, Spitalfields Market, Roman Road Market, and Greenwich in general, to name a few.

It was a very squally, grey day when we visited.  Here are a couple of views from the seafront.  This shows the skeletal remains of the old pier...

...and this depicts the new pier...

We went to the Brighton Pavilion, which I love, love love!  Say what you want about George IV (and many historians have, and it's not flattering) but this bloke was certainly a man of taste.  He knew just how far to take the opulence, without moving into the realms of vulgar.

Here's a sunny day PDF.

These are PDFs from inside the Pavilion.  I had to use them as photography is not allowed inside.

The magnificent dining room...


The stupendous music room...


The sublime saloon- currently closed for restoration, but reopening this year.  This is my favourite room, loved for its sky-like ceiling.

Here are some of my favourite shops in The Lanes.  As it was such a grey day, my photos were looking decidedly dull, so I decided to use these PDFs.
At least one of these mentioned that using might result in copyright issues.  Well, I fail to see why- once you put a photo out in the public domain, it becomes exactly that- public!  That means that anyone can lift it.  If companies/ individuals are so precious about their work, then they need to imprint the copyright symbol (or their own logo) over the image, as Alamy do with their stock images.  And bear in mind, I'm giving you free advertising here.

How would I feel if the boot was on the other foot?  After all, I bought the copyright to the images I used for the cover of my first novel, entitled "The Reject's Club."

Here it is in Kindle format...

And here it is as a book...

Here's the blurb...

Middlingham- or “Middle-of-nowhere” as Caroline nicknames it- is home to the teenager and her closest friends, Elizabeth and Hayley. All three girls find themselves rejected, to varying degrees, by the people who are supposed to love them the most- their parents. Caroline takes cynical pride in being the black sheep of the family. Elizabeth refuses to follow the choice of profession that’s been laid out for her and Hayley goes for the oldest story in the book. ‘We should call ourselves “The Reject’s Club.” Three unwanted darlings together,’ Caroline flutters her eyelashes theatrically and raises her glass. She named it and owned it. And so the girls' own little private coterie is born. The trio strive for happiness, but nothing can ever be straightforward. Romantic, maternal Hayley discovers that marriage can be a very unhappy state of being. Elizabeth is surprised to find the fashion industry she so desperately wanted to be part of a rather stupid place and sets about finding her own lodestar. And workaholic Caroline wants to thumb her nose at all the people who have ever put her down in her life by becoming successful, rich and famous. She achieves it through her writing career, but the route she takes is often the seediest way, as she desperately tries to shore up her destroyed sense of self-esteem. But the past has already happened, and one of the girls is shocked to discover a devastating family secret that links her with someone so close. And Caroline, after years of estrangement, must go back to confront her parents about why they treated her so disdainfully, before she can move forward with her life...

And here is the link- you didn't think I'd miss the chance to advertise, did you?!  


I wouldn't moan if anyone copied my book cover and used it as part of whatever they were doing- like I said, it's free publicity.  I might complain, however, if someone removed the text from the image and made a lot of money using the photos of the girl, via the medium of advertising.  I do, after all, own the images and would want my cut of the revenue, thank you very much!

Here is Joy, a quirky clothing/ lifestyle store.  They have branches in London, and I recently applied for the job of Fashion Copywriter with them.  I didn't hear back.  Bah! 

Collectif is very rockerbilly orientated.  Love it!

Pretty Eccentric does really glamourous stuff.  It's quite olde-worlde.  Think cocktail hour in an Agatha Christie script and you get the general idea.  By the way, Clarke's art store next door is also very good.


Beretun is a bridalwear shop, but I would wear some of these lovely, jewelled dresses on a casual day.  Most of my wardrobe consists of eveningwear.  I like Glamour with a capital G.  I don't understand why some companies have dress down Fridays- every day should be a dress up day!

We'll conclude this blog with a visit to Bert's Homeware, which sells some wacky stuff, especially for the kitchen.

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