Monday, 10 August 2020

A WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE by BARBARA TAYLOR BRADFORD

 

A WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE

BY BARBARA TAYLOR BRADFORD


THE BLURB:-

SHE HAD POWER. SHE NEEDED LOVE. SHE WANTED REVENGE.


In 1905 a young kitchen maid leaves Fairley Hall. Emma Harte is sixteen, single and pregnant.


By 1968 she is one of the richest women in the world, ruler of a business empire stretching from Yorkshire to the glittering cities of America and the rugged vastness of Australia.


Emma Harte is A WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE. But what is the price she has paid?



THE REALITY:-

I may be being a little bit naughty in putting a review of this book on here, as it's not the first time I've read- or owned- it.

I saw the mini-series on television (it remains Channel 4's most watched programme EVER) over the Christmas 1984 break, and I can honestly say that it's one of the films that's changed my life. It moved me to tears (something that's not easy to do!) and to this day I own the DVD.


When I left school (the first time- I am now on my third period of schooling!) I bought the book once I'd started working (I had friends who didn't read saying, 'What are you buying that for?' I pity them their ignorance...) and devoured it, immediately warming to the heartfelt emotions on the page. Boy, does Mrs BTB know how to write. It didn't survive a house move and I bought it again in 2002, this time a version with the “war chapter” (BTB had to get the size of her book down from 1500 pages- the copy I have is 868- and it didn't initially make the cut). I have to say, the war chapter didn't do much for me, and didn't enhance the book- but then again, war chapters never do much for me anyway. That version also didn't survive a house move, so I re-bought this book a few months back, as I wanted to refer to it whilst working on my MA Creative Writing course. This version has no war chapter, although it does have a couple of typos...


I haven't been able to blog much, recently. All of my reading has tended to pertain to my course (I have less than a month to go), and that's included a lot of theory. I also haven't been able to visit many tourist attractions, as most were shut due to coronavirus. They are gradually opening up, but I'm not keen on visiting in this boiling weather, especially as travel currently involves mask-wearing, which I disagree with, and therefore try and avoid. We have immune systems for a reason, I am responsible for only my own health, not that of other people, but don't get me started- I've made my feelings clear on this elsewhere, so won't be pontificating more.


This writer describes herself as “adjectival” as she likes to use flowery prose. Well, I like that too and have an aversion to writing that's been too pared back to the bone, although I get that this style of writing may well be considered old-fashioned nowadays. I certainly learn new words every time I pick this up (although BTB's style had changed considerably over the years, becoming less ostentatious). I love a good family saga tome, and this rags-to-riches delight doesn't disappoint. It has the accolade of being my most favourite book EVER, being rich and detailed, and getting into the hearts of characters within descriptive settings.


As with a lot of novels of this time, coincidence does feature a wee bit- namely Gerald Fairley being the kind of fool who orchestrates his own demise, and Emma doing financially well from Joe's death- enough to help assist her most destructive business venture. But this doesn't detract from the fact that our heroine is an exceptional human being and a hard worker we could all learn from. The chapters after Emma gets together with Paul permanently seem a tad rushed, but I don't think there's a need for more detail anyway. My only gripe is that Emma never got to meet up with Edwin again. Now that reunion I would have liked.


Well, my course is almost over, tourist attractions are open again, so therefore I hope normal service resumes ASAP. Unless, of course, I decide to apply to do a PhD....

Sunday, 12 July 2020

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS FAIRLOP WATERS...

I hopped on the bus and headed to Fairlop Waters, Essex, as I fancied a semi-rural walk.  

Here is the entrance, not far from Fairlop Underground Station...

'Watch out for balls' warning!  You don't want one of them clocking you in the face...

Deserted golf course...

This snowy plant is cow parsley.  There was an abundance of it and it was as light as gossamer...

Blossom...

There was talk of developing this area back in 2011, to include housing.  Obviously the idea was rejected- I have to say, I'm quite glad, although these derelict buildings need to be torn down...

I did have a nosey inside, and no dossers appeared to be living there...

Fairlop Waters is three miles north of Ilford town centre and consists of open land providing space for sport and outdoor activities, on an area originally known as Fairlop Plain...

The Lakeside Suite can be hired for functions and is licensed for weddings...

The lake is not accessible to the general public.  You have to be a member of a club to take part in water sports including swimming, canoeing, paddleboarding and rowing.
Many clubs offer a pay-per-go service...

Swans and buoys...

Launching/ landing deck.  It was actually quite peopley around the lake, and I had to work hard to include as few as possible in my photos!

Boat dock...

The walk was certainly picturesque...

I made some friends on the way...😁

The centre holds approval from various watersport bodies, including British Canoeing and the Royal Yachting Association.

The district took its name from an old oak tree, the Fairlop Oak,  which stood in Hainault Forest when the area was much more bosky than it is today.  The oak is said to have had a trunk which measured 66 feet in circumference!  17 branches sprang forth from the tree, with most of them measuring more than 12 feet in girth.
In the 18th century, a pump and block maker from Wapping named Daniel Day would take his employees on an annual fair in the forest on the first Friday in July.
They dined on bacon and beans, and it's thought that this could be the origin of the English phrases bean-feast and beano (meaning a get together/ day out/ shindig...)

By the mid 18th century the annual excursion to Fairlop had become one of London's most popular entertainments.  As a result the area became known as "Fair" (after the fair) and "lop" (after the tree flourished after part of it was used to make Daniel Day's coffin).  He is believed to have died in 1767.
A society of archers- the Hainault Foresters- met under the Fairlop Oak.

Quackers...  
For lockdown this place was quite busy, with walkers and cyclists abounding...

Close-up...

Webbed friend showing me his bum!

Webbed friend and a view across the lake...

Gaggle of geese...

...And a family of geese...

Family photo...

The Lakeside Suite from over the water.  The lake is not that big and I was quick in circling it...

You can take part in night fishing on the lake.
Roach, carp, bream and pike live here, with some specimens weighing up to 30 lbs.

Legend has it that Queen Anne visited the Fairlop fair.  One of the songs sung at the fair was called "Come, come, my boys."
One verse states:

The Hainault Forest Queen Anne Did Ride,
And saw the old oak standing by her side,
And as she looked at it from bottom to top,
She said to her court, it should be Fairlop.

In June 1805 the tree caught fire and was blown down in 1820.  The site is marked (roughly) by the boat house by the lake.
In nearby Fulwell Cross is a pub called the Fairlop Oak.
It's a Wetherspoon's pub and it's quite nice.  I've had many a good meal in there, and also four Christmas Day dinners!😀

More gaggles of geese...

Closer...

I like this little island, and what looks like an upturned boat...

The Boulder Park is a climbing area, and was cordoned off during my visit.

The centre is licensed by the Adventurous Activities Licensing Authority...

There was no danger of me even wanting to climb onto boulders...

In these shoes?
I don't think so....😁

These are designed for solo climbing...

And are a great place to practice bouldering and traversing skills...

They are constructed of sprayed and carved concrete and vary in heights and standards, to suit all levels of climber...

The interesting island from another angle, and I didn't realise it but I'd almost completed a full circuit of the lake...

Wooden climbing area...

It was a muggy May day, but nice to get out and have a good walk.
Fairlop Waters, I shall return.

TTFN

The Miss Elaineous

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Thursday, 11 June 2020

MISS ELAINEOUS CROSSES THE PLESSEY BRIDGE...

This wasn't a visit as such, as it was only a walk over a bridge!

Footbridge 151, known locally as the Plessey Bridge, is an iron footbridge which connects Ley Street with High Road, in Ilford, Essex.
It's local to me and it wasn't the first time I've had a nosey across it.

This is the approach from Jaffe Road, just off Ley Street.  The obligatory wino was standing drinking his Special Brew at the top of the stairs...

Crossrail trains as I gawped through the iron grill section, right at the part where the stairs meet the bridge... 

View down the length of the footbridge.
Ilford suffered a large amount bombing during World War II; the target of the Luftwaffe being the Plessey electronics factory, where equipment vital to the war effort was being manufactured.  

German pilots frequently unleashed streams of machine gun fire, in an effort to interrupt the supply lines.  They were unaware that the factory had already been moved underground to a stretch of the Tube between Leytonstone and Gants Hill.
Apparently the Plessey underground factory was so large that foremen were issued bicycles to get from one end of the factory to the other!

View through a hole, a scar left over from one of these attacks and considered to be a vital part of local history.  There are more at a lower level, but I didn't nosey around looking for them, preferring an easy day taking photographs at eye level.  Plus, by this stage I was not alone on the bridge, and had to consider my own health and safety.  

This is my favourite 'through the hole' photo, taken from my previous visit in 2017 where you can clearly see the brand new Crossrail trains.

 Sticking my camera right into the hole, and I was surprised at how big this junction was, and at the amount of working lines, as Ilford Station has only four platforms plus one siding...


The way down onto Ley Street..  There is local concern that the history of the area might be swept away by modernisation, but there's no sigh of that happening yet.

View from the ground.  Apparently the Luftwaffe never did get to know about the existence of the underground factory...

TTFN

The Miss Elaineous

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