Thursday, 29 June 2023

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS FILEY MUSEUM...

During our Primrose Valley stay we wandered into nearby Filey town.  There are two ways down to the beach; the first being via the turning circle in the holiday centre, and the other being through these adjacent woods.

Despite this exit being much nearer to Filey, it's still a long walk down the beach...

At some point we stepped onto the promenade, and here's the view back towards Flamborough Head.

I believe this is a children's paddling pool, but it was totally drained of water on this day.

This drinking fountain was presented by local hotelier James Varley, to mark the occasion of Queen Victoria's Diamond Jubilee, in 1897.

Bonzo the Recycling Seal is not just a work of art- he doubles as a recycling bin for cans and bottles!  He's very new, and dates to earlier this year.

This statue is called High Tide and Short Wellies, and is by Ray Lonsdale.

This giant lobster sits in the crazy golf course!😁

It was quite a steep hill we had to walk up to get into the town.  This is Northcliffe Gardens, and you can just about make out imposing Northcliffe House at the top right.

Looking down from the hill, with Northcliffe Gardens (and an inquisitive seagull) to the left.

Filey War Memorial Garden.

It's a lovely, peaceful place where you can relax on commemorative benches.
Train strikes meant that we decided to extend our stay for two days, transferring from Primrose Valley holiday centre to a pub which was more or less opposite this park.

We used our time wisely, popping into Filey Museum, which celebrated its golden jubilee in 2021 (making it my age).

The museum is housed in two adjoining fishing cottages, which were once single storey with thatched roofs.  The cottages date back to 1696 (the date is clearly visible on the plaque above this door) and are the oldest domestic buildings in Filey.

Examples of Whitby jet as you enter.  Jet is derived from wood which has changed due to extreme pressure, such as chemical action in stagnant water, and is a form of gemstone.
Gothic little moi would happily wear a couple of these pieces!😀

This exposed section shows the methodology applied when constructing houses such as these.

Victorian parlour, showcasing appropriate artefacts from the era...

Victorians loved their clutter- their whatnot and thingumajig collections were a way of flaunting their wealth...

Sewing machine, clothing, and a picture of the main lady...

Victorian accessories...

The stained glass door depicting fishing life was once the door to 1 Chapel Terrace, which is nearby.

Fishing in Filey has been a tradition for centuries, and this room is dedicated to lifeboats and fishing...

Outside we have various interesting contraptions, such as this hand pumped fire engine.  It's thought to be about 100 years old.

1920s fire bell.  Yes, I had to have a ring on it!

Meteorological station, and this cabinet once stood on Filey's foreshore: showing high and low tides; sunrise and sunset and also a barometer.

Garden view with an interesting little fishing room at the back...

Bait shed, showing the preparatory work involved with fishing.  Here the fishwife is shelling mussels, which can be used to catch a range of species.

This device was used to break up cattle cake before feeding it to them...

Salmon coble, built in 1962.  A coble is a kind of flat-bottomed fishing boat used in Scotland and north-eastern England.

Horse drawn plough.  For centuries, horses were essential when it came to cultivating land.

Traditional cottage range.

I remember my nan having a wringer like this, and also a similar metal bathtub.

I have no idea what this perforated roller, with an opening one end, was used for, and neither do any of the museum staff, so if any of you know then please drop me/ them a line!
Someone suggested something to do with printing.  A museum worker thought it was something to do with leather working.  I thought it might be for infusing pots of stew with herbs, but then why would it need to roll?  I must admit, I'm baffled.

Other traditional kitchen implements, many of which we still use today.

This room is dedicated to rural and domestic crafts.  Here we can see (amongst other things!) an anvil for boot repairing, a traditional singer sewing machine, a cell door and policemen's truncheons.

Relevant pictures in the next room, which appeared to concentrate more on women, and the role they played in life.

Novelist Charlotte Bronte (1816-1855) spent some time at Filey hoping to recover her faltering health.  Letters sent to her father, Patrick Bronte (who outlived all of his six children) dictate that she was definitely here during 1852, as well as 1849.

This young woman was a flither girl, meaning the wife of a fisherman.  Flither gathering- when the women had to go out collecting mussels for bait in all weathers- was gruelling work, and the shelling of them tedious.  Fishwives worked as hard as their men- a woman who didn't want to work wasn't worth having!  

Guernseys- also known as ganseys- were fishermen's warm and hard wearing jumpers.  They were knitted by family members to distinct patterns; the object being identification.

I was, of course, fascinated by matey here.  He is believed to be 3,000 years old and was discovered in a tumulus (ancient burial mound) on the Yorkshire Wolds.

 The annual rent Filey Museum pays to the council is the marine equivalent of a peppercorn.  The Filey Bay fossil on the wooden display is a gryphaea, or devil's toenail.  Every year the museum trustees follow the tradition of giving it to the council, who then return it to them!

Purses, pipes, and this little book is a Bible...

Spittal Rocks is a jetty which only becomes visible at low tide.  Could it be a pier built by the Romans?  It is known that they were here as the foundations of a 4th century signal station were discovered at the edge of Carr Naze cliffs, towards the northern end of Filey Bay.

A section dedicated to the local seashore, and these are pretty local rocks, along with some minerals...

...More of...

Coastal gatherings...

Local artist George Briggs shows how the Roman signal station might have looked...

Pictures and old newspapers.  This room and another with books laid out were devoted to research.

I loved this selection of unusual postcards on the wall...

Miscellaneous cabinet, and the boots may well be more than 100 years old, but I owned granny boots similar to these in the 1980s!
Fashion, darling, fashion....😁

Miniatures depicting occupations important to yesteryear Filey...

Filey started to become a holiday resort in the 18th century, with visitors attracted to the peace and quiet it offered.  Filey is a small town and currently has a population of  around 7,000 people.
Here's a selection of china tourist memorabilia.

Children's vintage toys.  These are glove puppets alongside dolls house memorabilia.

...More vintage kids' toys...

Puppets on strings, beneath a traditional seaside scenic painting.

Knitted bathing suits and a hobby horse...

Butlin's Filey was open from 1945-1983, and this cabinet was devoted to holiday camp nostalgia.  To be honest, I would have liked to have seen more of it.
I visited the camp (now Primrose Valley) as a kid, and spent my recent time at Primrose Valley hunting around for old Butlin's camp remnants.  Here is my blog link telling you all about that:-

I had a good leaf through this book.  It is quite hard to get hold of nowadays as it's out of print, but it's much coveted by Butlin's Filey aficionados.

Back traversing Filey's streets, and I loved this pillar box topping...💓 

We enjoyed our additional two nights, and had a gorgeous Italian meal at San Marco, and a wonderful chippy supper at C.J.'s Fish & Chips.

We also had a good nose around local charity shops, and I managed to pick up a couple of fashionista novels...

This is an update of the postbox decoration, taken over a year later- I do like the mini-postboxes stacked on top of one another!

Incidentally, we went back to San Marco's.  If you have the chance do give it a try, as the food is fabulous and the portion sizes massive.  I had the smoked salmon, prawn and mozzarella calzone- look at the size of it!!!!

The Three Tuns is a Filey pub/ hotel.  It gets mixed (mostly negative) reviews.  One mentioned that the pub is "full of oddballs and weirdos."  My answer to that was: 'Well, I'll feel right at home, then!'
We enjoyed our stay there.  Where else would you find somewhere with a budgie housed in the corridor?
😁
(Note: I've since been informed that it's a cockatiel.  I'm not an expert when it comes to birds.  Oops!)

Or defunct children's rides, including this Batmobile?
😁

This was in our hotel room- ironic, as we were stuck there due to train strikes!

I have plans to return to the East Riding of Yorkshire next year.

Until then,

TTFN

The Miss Elaineous.

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Monday, 26 June 2023

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS HAMPSTEAD...

 This was an eclectic Hampstead visit, and unfortunately photography wasn't allowed at all the sites we visited.
We started our day by having a look at the Magdala pub; named for the British victory in the 1868 Battle of Magdala.  It's where, in 1955, Ruth Ellis (the last woman to be hanged in Britain) shot her faithless lover, David Blakely, dead.  
The 1985 film Dance With A Stranger, starring Miranda Richardson as Ruth, and Rupert Everett as Blakely, remains one of my favourite films of all time.

These are supposed to be the original bullet holes, but doubt surrounds that.  Reports suggest that they were drilled into the wall by the brother of a rather inventive landlady in the 1990s, to make the venue more appealing to macabre sightseers.

This Snappy Snaps shop is where George Michael crashed his car whilst under the influence in 2010.  At the time, some wag wrote "Wham" on the wall!

We made our way to St John-at-Hampstead, a Church of England parish church.  The current version of the church dates back to 1747, and there are some notable burials in the churchyard.
This is the tomb of John Harrison (1693-1776), the clockmaker who invented the marine chronometer.
In the famous Only Fools And Horses "Time On Our Hands" episode, Del-Boy and Rodney auction one of Harrison's fictional timepieces for £6.2m. 

John Constable (1776-1837) was a Suffolk-born landscape painter in the Romantic tradition.

Here's a PDF of my favourite painting of his: Salisbury Cathedral from the Meadows, 1831.
Photo: Tate Britain.

The Flask is a well-known Hampstead pub, but we didn't stop for a pint.

We made our way to beautiful and imposing Burgh House, built during the reign of Queen Anne, in 1704.  It's been used as a museum since 1979.

During its lifespan it's been under various ownership including: Rudyard Kipling's daughter, Elsie Bambridge; The Royal East Middlesex Militia (where it was utilised as an officers' mess); a community centre (which housed a Citizen's Advice Bureau) and it has also stood unoccupied.
This is the beautiful panelled library, which can be hired for events.

We stumbled upon this art exhibition, entitled Finding Joy in a Landscape... 

Artist Lancelot Ribeiro spent his childhood in Goa, India, and his work is also inspired by his visits to abstract geological sites in North America and the glacial landscapes of Northern England.

Ribeiro's work represents his fascination with the world around him...

The Peggy Jay Gallery shows a variety of works for sale...

Walking up the stairs, with their cough-candy-twist balusters...

View down the upstairs hallway...

I'm quite sorry that the lovely colours of this rainbow veil got bleached out by the invading brilliant sunshine...

The SuperDean wandering around, and there is plenty of art to peruse up here, too...

Half-a-pithos...

Inspiration for a poem I am currently working on, and will post in due course...

Room view...

The dress is the first object I use in my poem, which tells a strange tale, including details of the bridegroom who produces this dress for his intended...

Two pictures, and you don't have to use every object in the room...

I use just the top picture- my second choice- as she's the mother of my heroine.  My poem tells a rather shady story...

Big, solid chair and a hand-held lamp...

I think this is a lamp- well, it is in my poem!  It's the third object I utilise.

Bauhaus chair and stacking table nest; my fourth and fifth objects, which feature when the psychiatrist comes to visit...
 

The protagonist in my poem goes quite mad and ends up regularly speaking to my sixth choice- this penguin!

I like the wording here, which serves as an intro to an exhibition here at Burgh House.

Nudes and some kind of viewing contraption in the room next door.
The painting is part of Claudia Piscitelli's We Are All Gods, which is about playfully reimagining gods and goddesses of classical myth on Hampstead Heath.

We headed off onto the Heath as we had a little time to kill before our next venture...

2 Willow Road was the home of Hungarian-born modernist architect Erno Goldfinger (1902-1987) and was completed in 1939.  The building of this home gave rise to local controversy, apparently including objections by James Bond author Ian Fleming, a nearby resident.  
It is said that Fleming named his protagonist Auric Goldfinger after him, but this has been disputed.  It's also been mentioned that Fleming heard the name whilst he was playing golf and simply liked it, thinking it would make for an attractive villain.  
Erno Goldfinger designed both the brutalist Balfron Tower (1967) in Poplar, East London, and its improvement, the Trellick Tower (1972) in North Kensigton.
Unfortunately, photography was not allowed in there.  
It is a very Art Deco-inspired home and quite minimalist, with some great works of art on display including: Eduardo Paolozzi; Henry Moore; Marcel Duchamp and an eye-watering Op Art piece by Bridget Riley.  
Could I live there?  It's a big fat no from me, although I can appreciate its artistry and historical value.

On a different day we took a wander to Poplar which, in E14, is not far away from me.  Here, in all its brutalist splendour, is the Balfron Tower.

The lift shaft sits in the separate tower, which apparently also contains rubbish chutes and laundry rooms.  Could I live here?  Yes, probably.  It's an urban girl's dream!

I have plans to return to Hampstead.

Until then,

TTFN

Miss Elaineous

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Friday, 9 June 2023

THE ITALIAN MATCHMAKER by SANTA MONTEFIORE

 THE ITALIAN MATCHMAKER

by

SANTA MONTEFIORE


THE BLURB:

The walls of the palazzo held secrets hidden until now...

Gianluca has to admit his life is empty. His marriage is over and he barely knows his young daughters. In search of serenity, he flees to Italy, to the magical Palazzo Montelimone lovingly restored by his parents, to reconnect with himself.

But life on the sun-drenched Amalfi coast is not as peaceful as Luca hoped. The palazzo is filled with his mother's eccentric friends and haunted by the ghosts of its murderous past.

Then he meets a woman whose dark eyes are heavy with sorrow and a solemn little boy with an incredible secret.

And he begins to unravel a mystery that has its roots in a long-ago act of violence, Luca is forced to face his greatest fear in exchange for the greatest truth.

THE REALITY:

This is the second book I've read penned by the sister of (now sadly deceased) 1990s socialite Tara Palmer-Tomkinson. It's quite predictable in that it's based around the upper middle classes (they say write about what you know), but I don't hold that against the author- no one can help their social background. Besides, this did what it said on the tin, and took you on an interesting dance throughout the Amalfi coast, with some very compelling, genuine and varied characters thrown in.

I love that the springboard for this book was the author's experience with the supernatural. Like her, I know that this life on earth is not the beginning and the end of it. I've seen a well-documented spectre myself, and people who have passed have visited me in my dreams. I worked out very early on that Francesco (spoiler alert!) was in fact a ghost not visible to many.

I did worry that the main point of view would be coming from a man. I shouldn't question whether female authors are capable of writing from a male perspective- I've done it myself and it's good practise to slip into character and write in different ways. I liked the way Luca developed from the discontented individual that he was and found (another spoiler alert!) love and thoroughly enjoyed how the ambience, Italian familial ties and scents of this part of Italy (especially the lemon grove) were brought to life.

I did like some of the similes. The moon was referred to as either a cracked, broken or shiny coin (silly me didn't bookmark the page), similar in charm to those this author has created before; to magical effect. I also loved the variety of characters, especially the awful- you could almost smell grubby-on-the-inside journalist Fiyona, and as for Max and Dizzy (you just know someone who calls themselves Dizzy is going to be a tad comical) going upstairs for what they call “nuggy bunny” (apparently that's just cuddling in bed...) That's one page I did bother to bookmark as it certainly touched me, in that it made me feel sick!

The Palazzo itself seemed quite a wonderful place to be (especially the marquis's erotic folly), but one big problem I found was the sheer amount of characters introduced. I know Italian families are traditionally large but boy, it was so hard to keep tabs on who was related to whom, and how!

A good read with a nice ecclesiastical ending touch thrown in for good measure. Read it and see for yourself.