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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Sunday, 25 March 2018

THE HOUSE AT RIVERTON by KATE MORTON


THE HOUSE AT RIVERTON
BY KATE MORTON


THE BLURB:-
Summer 1924
On the eve of a glittering society party, by the lake of a grand English country house, a young poet takes his life. The only witnesses, sisters Hannah and Emmeline Hartford, will never speak to each other again.

Winter 1999
Grace Bradley, ninety-eight, one-time housemaid at Riverton Manor, is visited by a young director making a film about the poet's suicide. Ghosts awaken and old memories- long consigned to the dark reaches of Grace's mind- begin to sneak back through the cracks. A shocking secret begins to emerge, something history has forgotten but Grace never could.

THE REALITY:-
This was the first of Kate Morton's novels, the first I read (back at the end of 2013, before I began blogging) and, in my opinion, the worst. But, I felt that I needed to re-cap so, when I found it in a charity shop in Boscombe, I thought I'd give it another go. I couldn't remember that much about it, apart from there being some kind of- spoiler alert!- fake suicide.

I'm not quite sure why this wasn't my favourite book by this author, as it had all of the ingredients guaranteed to please: it's a tome, it's set in a dreamy country estate, two of its main characters are society sisters, it compares modern times with the past, etc. I'm not saying that I didn't enjoy it, just that it didn't grab me as much as other works by this author did, which is only normal- everyone is going to have a best and worst loved, by any artiste.

I did race through to the end, though, so the novel certainly had a gripping element... or did I just become a bit bored with Hannah, after she married? I also wanted to shake her out of allowing the likes of her sister in-law, Deborah, to control her, though, so the story obviously aroused some feeling in me. I'm glad Hannah managed to find her mojo, via her affair.

The characters developed well and I did like the way the story was not quite in order, as we have some reminiscing by Grace, before finding out how the final scene actually played out. It all came together like a jigsaw in the end. The concept of a three-person game was a clever theme throughout, and a kind of structure, and I think that Hannah chose wisely in the end. Read the book and you'll see what I mean, although it's a shame she had to choose at all. The story, as a whole, came across as a bit of a strategy and the theme of secrets featured and added intrigue. We had to turn the pages to find out what Grace's long-kept concealment was all about, and why her lack of knowledge of shorthand was important. We found out more about Ursula's real involvement, Grace's parentage, and I was glad to see Alfred make a reappearance, in a very pleasing way.

Riverton came across as such a lovely place to live, in a time when class boundaries were changing. This was another book where World War I featured and we got to see how death and shell shock affected the whole estate and equilibrium of both individuals and society.

Despite my moaning, I can't say that I didn't enjoy this lovely work!



Friday, 16 March 2018

TOMORROW, JERUSALEM by TERESA CRANE


TOMORROW, JERUSALEM
BY TERESA CRANE


THE BLURB:-
1907: THE EARLY YEARS OF THE CENTURY OF CHANGE...

Living a hand-to-mouth existence in London's teeming docklands, Sally Smith knows little of the working-man's fight for a living wage, even less of a woman's battle for the vote, nothing at all of Europe's march towards war.

Yet these things will affect her as profoundly as she is to affect all those whose lives touch hers: Toby, the urchin she rescues from starvation; the Patten family, stimulating and eccentric, whose orphanage becomes her first real home; and Phillipe van Damme who, briefly and with love, shows her a world she has never known before...

From the squalor of the East End slums to the dreams of glory and the carnage on the fields of Flanders, Tomorrow, Jerusalem is a stirring evocation of a lost generation and the passionate story of one woman's fight against the odds.

THE REALITY:-
I have to say, I was quite uninspired by the title of this book, so it was put to the bottom of my reading pile. Then I kind of fancied reading a tome (this book was written in the eighties, when tomes were acceptable- nowadays, if a book doesn't fit neatly into the 'around 400 pages' ballpark, then agents and publishers baulk at you. Prats!) so I picked it up. The title is actually inspired by a hymn (even a heathen like myself realised that!) and it's a hymn I quite like and, as I began to read, I realised why- 'England's green and pleasant land' is the idealist's dream for many of our characters as they go through their own personal struggles and try to create a more ideal society.

The novel begins with Charlotte's story, and it was this person whom I thought was going to be the heroine of the story. I was quite surprised when it turned out to be Sally, instead. It's very interesting how a shocking event turns Charlotte's life around and changes her persona completely. A bit of schadenfreude here- I actually found it quite funny how un-maternal she was towards her daughter. I shouldn't laugh, but I did and I can understand her lack of love, but I'm not going to be supplying you with a spoiler. Some of the characters changed, some stayed exactly the same and the writer gave us a very satisfactory selection.

This book was a slow-burner for me. It wasn't totally gripping; but then I read it at a very busy time when I couldn't have devoted my days to reading anyway. Some of history had been very really well-researched and was brought to life. It's interesting that I read about the struggle for women's suffrage when the papers were full of celebrating 100 years of women having the vote. The First World War documentation, as you would expect, was grim. I kind of expected Sally's flight from Belgium to be more harrowing (this was an exciting part of the book, when the story really picked up pace) but it wasn't, and I was quite glad for Sally. So, the characters did manage to touch me! I wanted to shake Ben, for his rigid ways, but I kind of got that there would be no point in doing so. Sally did all she could do regarding the situation there.

I learnt a lot from this book (including some new words) and I thoroughly enjoyed doing so. The First World War was truly horrific but it bought people of all classes and backgrounds together in their common cause and this was cleverly depicted throughout. Life in Holloway Prison for the suffragettes (I've read about this subject before) was also highly unpleasant and was described so earnestly that you could almost SMELL the place...  Did everyone get a happy ending? I think so (although Peter had to make the best of a truly harrowing situation) and also, the only ending they all could have had.

Would I read more by this author? Yes. It was published in the 1980s and was quite typical of the blockbuster quality of the time and I quite like that, and hope the author has come up with more delights of the same ilk.






Sunday, 25 February 2018

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS PAINSHILL... AGAIN...!

This is the third time I've been to this magical park, but this time I had to do it alone, as my SuperDean was unwell.
  It was a bit of a palava to get to, as TFL trains were not running.  I had to take a bus to Gants Hill, take the Central Line to Bank, then the Waterloo and City line to Waterloo (incidentally, this was the first time I'd ever used this line and I was very impressed- the one-stop-only journey took three minutes- wow!), the train from Waterloo to Cobham Stoke d'Arbernon and then a 2.6 mile walk at the other end.  I don't exactly hang around, and flattened the walk in thirty minutes.
The day was sunny, but a very chilly 1 degree Celsius.  Brrr!

Just to re-cap on the history...

Painshill 18th century landscape garden was created between 1738 and 1773, by the Hon. Charles Hamilton.  Born in Dublin in 1704, Hamilton, the ninth son and 14th child of the Sixth Earl of Abercorn, embarked on two Grand Tours across Europe before acquiring the land at Painshill. With ancient artefacts in his luggage and Italian romance and natural beauty in his head – along with exotic plants seen on his tours – his vision was to create ‘living paintings’ in a new style of magical garden.
Inspired by Renaissance art and his Grand Tours, Hamilton went on to create a sequence of breathtaking and surprising vistas at Painshill. The landscapes form living works of art into which Hamilton placed follies for dramatic effect... (Source:- Painshill website).

As I've traversed the park before, I was able to relax and take time chilling out, admiring the scenery.  Here is my pictorial journey.

The town of Cobham is almost picture postcard attractive- here is Cobham Mill...

And a couple of River Mole bankside views...


The beginning of Painshill's trail, and the vineyard...

The stunning Gothic Temple.  It's my favourite Painshill folly.

The sweeping view from the temple.  The Turkish Tent seems far, far away!

The temple floor and ceiling...


Me in the temple.  Okay, I confess- this was taken during my previous trip!

The view back to the Sabine Statue...

The sun reflected on the water...

The Giant Cedar...

Grotto Island, with sunshine diamonds...

The grotto entrance...

Sunshine reflected onto the pooling water outside...


The inside of the grotto is crafted using crystals of calcite, gypsum, quartz, fluorite and other minerals and stones.  It's the first time I've seen it lit up by sunlight and it was magnificent- if very, very cold.



The main grotto chamber...

Grotto pool...

Clear water, across to the Gothic Temple...

The Chinese Bridge...

The Woollett Bridge...

The Five-Arch Bridge...

In the shady areas, ice was clearly visible on the water...

The Turkish Tent...


The Temple of Bacchus restoration project is almost complete...

The Gothic Tower was open, the skies were clear and, from the top, I believe I could make out The Shard, miles away in London...

Tower views down...


The tower banshee!

I sat in the Turkish Tent and took this photo...

The Five-Arch Bridge...

The moon was up!

The grotto...

The sun on the water, and in the reeds...



The Gothic Temple... again!

The site of the Pump Engine...

The Ice House...

The Great Cedar...

The side of the lake, from the accessible trail...

I then skidaddled, as I'd seen as much as I could, had enjoyed photographing some of the scenery panoramas, was very cold and needed to begin the long-enough journey home.

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