Monday, 25 October 2021

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS THE GREAT YARMOUTH OBSERVATION WHEEL...

I normally visit Great Yarmouth once a year, usually staying at Haven Caister in a Prestige caravan, and this was my 12th visit as an adult.  I was brought up on the other side of Norfolk, so I came twice as a tourist as a kid- once with my parents and another time with my summer youth group; and once more at the age of 15 for a very unsuccessful interview at the now-defunct Great Yarmouth College of Art.  The less said about that the better, but on the plus side I based a story around my disastrous experience for one of my MA Creative Writing projects- and achieved good marks.😁😁

I have blogged about Great Yarmouth before.  This is the link to a huge post containing details of the Tolhouse Gaol, the Nelson Museum (now sadly closed forever), Caister Lifeboat, the Waterways and the Pleasure Beach (amongst other things):-

Here is a smaller blog about Nelson's Monument, Anna Sewell's house and the Victoria Arches:-

I'll start my blog with a walk through the rose pergolas at the holiday camp...

I have to say, the gardens looked a tad unruly, but perhaps a wilderness was their intention...

We decided to walk down the beach to Caister Lifeboat  (which we always try and support).  These two stone lions at the end of Beach Road fascinate me- from the perspective of "why are they here?"
Do they have names? Shall I be unimaginative and christen them Lenny and Leo?!

A bit of Googly research reveals that they guard a gap in the concrete sea wall; built as a defence to tidal erosion in 1950.  There is some dispute as to whether Great Yarmouth is gaining land from the sea, or the opposite.

Once the essential wall was complete, the Engineer to the Sea Defence Committee, Mr S W Mobbs, presented the two lions to adorn the entrance to the Gap at Beach Road.  Lions are featured in Great Yarmouth's coat of arms.

We decided to go on the Great Yarmouth Observation Wheel.  Originally this wouldn't have been possible, but this travelling wheel decided to extend its stay, and it coincided nicely with our visit.
All the pictures are taken through the glass (to try and stick a camera through the door gaps would have been sheer folly) so I apologise for any quality issues.
Here we are looking down on neighbouring Wellington Pier, with the remnants of the older section of pier, left alone during its 1971 restoration, clearly visible...

For £8 you get three revelations plus it stops near the top for a couple of minutes, to allow you to get a good view.  Here's a similar angle, showing more of the road, and you can see Great Yarmouth Power Station to the centre right of the land line, and Great Yarmouth Outer Harbour jutting out to sea...

The 30 V80 turbines of Scroby Sands Wind Farm are visible to the right.  The area is famous for its grey seals, and sometimes they can venture onto Caister Beach.  We went looking, but sadly didn't see any.

The Britannia Pier is in the distance, and the nearby contraption is called the SlingShot ride and appears to be some kind of bungee bouncing thingumajig...

It was a very blue day, and you can just about make out a ship floating across the horizon.  We enjoyed our one-off wheel experience...

The Great Yarmouth Tower is the oblong building that looks like it has square eyes to the right.  It's a complex containing a number of tourist attractions.  Great Yarmouth Minster is visible in the centre of the photograph.

Looking towards the River Yare.  A word of warning- book via the wheel website as it costs less.  If you do decide to use the machines underneath the wheel, then put in your pin number when using your card rather than just tapping.  The SuperDean tried the latter, the payment was declined but ended up in his "pending transactions" for days- he had to ring his bank to sort it out.  I mean, now difficult would it be to hire a person to sit in a ticket office, rather than being lazy skinflints and relying on (sometimes unreliable) machines?

I tried to crop SuperDean's big fat swede out of this photo, which shows the former Windmill Theatre (now used for indoor crazy golf) but for some reason my computer is not saving my endeavours.  Oh well, he gets to be famous...😉

The lighting installation down Regent Road represents wind turbine blades, symbolising this local source of renewable energy- but some people thought they were Mercedes-Benz badges!😂

It was opened in May this year, and I rather like this photo peering the other way- up Regent Road from the seaside to the town.  I love the way the lights disappear into the sunset.

We popped into the Sea Life Centre, and I didn't take much in the way of photos (I do want to actually observe things, and not see life (ha ha, see life, geddit?!😁) at one remove away.
But I just had to take a piccie of these adorable penguins.😊

I loved this display of hanging witches in Cobholm Miniatures, which is being used to promote a book.
Macabre little moi would....😈

Skull nail varnish courtesy of Belzart, a gothic/ witchcraft shop down in Great Yarmouth Rows, and £1 necklace a gift from the SuperDean from the charity shop section of Caister Lifeboat.  The necklace was falling to bits (hence the reason it was in the cheap "tut" tray), had a weak link between two of the diamante emblems and when I tried to mend it it sheared- but I solved the problem by sewing it back together with a discreet application of cotton.  Inventive, aren't I?!😁

How big can hoop earrings be before they're considered chavvy?!  SuperDean treated me to these delights from Martyn's Walk Round Store and I love 'em!😁😁

 Great Yarmouth, I will return...

Until then...

TTFN

The Miss Elaineous

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THE POISON TREE by ERIN KELLY

 THE POISON TREE
BY ERIN KELLY


THE BLURB:-
I have given up so much and done so many terrible things already for the sake of my family that I can only keep going.

I do not know what us going to happen to us. I am frightened, but I feel strong.
I have the strength of a woman who has everything to lose.

In the sweltering summer of 1997, strait-laced, straight-A student Karen met Biba- a bohemian and impossibly glamorous aspiring actress.

She was quickly drawn into Biba's world, and for a while life was one long summer of love.

But every summer must end. By the end of theirs, two people were dead- and now Karen's past has come back to haunt her...

THE REALITY:-
I'd seen the television adaptation of this- which differs slightly- so therefore it was never going to come as much of a surprise. The author has been criticized for her use of long words and “purple prose,” but I quite like that- I managed to pick up a couple of new words on the way, which I am always pleased to do.

It's been commented by reviewers that none of the characters seem to be nice people. They have a point, but I do believe that these non-whiter-than-white characters are true to real life (in my opinion, everyone has the propensity to be horrible, selfish and disdainful, given the right circumstances) and make for a better story. In particular, Biba is one irresponsible character who is impossible to warm to, and I think she deserves the (spoiler alert!) sticky end Karen conjures up for her. I totally understand Karen's need to protect the family she has (another spoiler alert!) perhaps wrongly (but also did she have that much of a choice? Yes, she could have been honest, but isn't Alice perhaps better off having her as a mother than her natural mother, Biba, or ending up in the social services system?)  I can relate to Biba- she's someone who was abandoned too early on by her parents, and people like that always seem to expect the world to parent them, in absentia parentis.

I can also easily relate to the 1997 summer time frame, as I too was completing my finals (the first time around- at fashion college) then, and worked not far from the area in which Biba and Rex's house is situated. I also totally get Biba's bohemian dress sense, being a fellow boho babe, kitted out in vintage and charity shop finds rather than (often) sub-standard and boring chain store offerings.

With a beginning, middle and an end, this story was well plotted, and it was interesting to see Karen's awakening turn into a slippery slope into tragic disaster, and what the consequences of that were. I would recommend this author, and in a way wish I hadn't seen the TV adaption beforehand.


Sunday, 10 October 2021

THE LOVE CHILD by RACHEL HORE

THE LOVE CHILD
BY RACHEL HORE

THE BLURB:-
It is 1917 and nineteen-year-old Alice Copeman is pregnant. Unmarried, she is forced by her parents to give up the child as soon as it is born.

A childless couple, Edith and Philip Burns yearn for a baby of their own. Adoption appears their only choice. As little Irene becomes part of the family, she grows up sensing she is different. But will anyone tell her the truth?

While Alice strives to make her mark in the world of medicine, Irene leaves her Suffolk home in search of answers. As two extraordinary stories intertwine across two decades, will secrets long-buried at last come to light?


THE REALITY:-
I finished this in a very short space of time (in contrast to the Katherine Webb I just read- I had too many problems to attend to to be able to rush through that one), so it must have had something going for it. And yet it didn't touch me deeply. I discovered Hore's work at the same time as I discovered Webb's, and find the latter's offerings more detailed and complex, and in a way more gripping. But A Place of Secrets, by Hore is probably the best offering of these two writers, who by coincidence I have kind of entwined in my mind.

The Love Child did come across as a kind of diary of events, so it made for easy reading, and the characters were very real and easy to imagine. They were true to the beliefs of their time, and I enjoyed the way Alice's striving for the independence of a career was explored. The settings of London and Suffolk offered up enough to be meaty, and yet what I liked most about the book was the way in which relationships were explored, and how people's ideals change as time marches on- most evident in Irene's adoptive mother, Edith, with her initial lack of warming towards the child her husband chose, shifting on to her fear of rejection towards the end of the novel.

I suppose this was, in its own way, a fantastic read; it was just more subtly nuanced than possibly works for me (gimme some drama!) and no great joys or despairs seem to have been documented- although they must have existed within the circumstances of the characters, especially little adopted Irene, although you can sense her childhood confusion. I think it was Fergus who came across the most strongly- you do get a sense of struggle between his beliefs and how he's forced to adapt.

I'd still recommend this, though. A pleasant, rainy afternoon kind of read.


Monday, 4 October 2021

THE ENGLISH GIRL by KATHERINE WEBB

 THE ENGLISH GIRL
BY KATHERINE WEBB


THE BLURB:-
Will the girl who left England for this beautiful but dangerous land ever find her way back?

Joan Seabrook, a fledgling archaeologist, has fulfilled her lifelong dream to travel to Arabia and has arrived in the ancient city of Muscat with her fiancé, Rory. Desperate to escape the pain of a personal tragedy, she longs to explore the desert fort of Jabrin and unearth the wonders held within.

But Oman is a land lost in time, in the midst of a violent upheaval, and gaining permission to explore could prove impossible. Joan's disappointment is only eased by the thrill of meeting her childhood heroine, Maude Vickery, and hearing the stories that captured her imagination as a child.

The friendship that forms will change everything. Both women have desires to fulfil and secrets to keep. As their bond grows, Joan is inspired by the thrill of her new friend's past and finds herself swept up in a bold and dangerous adventure of Maude's making. Only too late does she begin to question her actions- actions that will spark a wild, and potentially devastating, chain of events.

THE REALITY:-
What a wonderful setting- the desert! As a kid I used to view my dad's pictorial atlas with delight, poring over pictures of parts of the world's vast terrain. The bit that fascinated me the most was the Sahara Desert, with its miles and miles of undulating sands. I pictured myself crossing them, and imagined the bliss of peace and quiet (not for one moment understanding how unforgiving this environment can be.) This book is set in the Empty Quarter- part of the Arabian Desert- and the author certainly brings this location to life, in vivid detail. I loved the reference to Arabian folklore heroine Scheherazade (what a wonderful name!) and totally got both Maude's (she's born in 1882), and Joan's (she's born 50 years later, in 1932 and Maude is her heroine) need to escape and do something “different” to the life that's expected of them.

This book has been wonderfully researched, and it's interesting reading some of the author's influences as it's future reading material for myself- perhaps. Maude is obviously based upon intrepid explorer Gertrude Bell, who was born into undeniable wealth. The lives of both Maude and Joan come alive on the page, although I feel the character of Joan could have been better explored. Her back story did seem a bit bland- but perhaps that was the idea, and explained her need to break free. Islamic culture and speech patterns seem accurate and give the story credence, as do the mannerisms and ways of the British protectorate forces abroad (although the latter do seem ever-so-slightly stereotyped.  Mind you, I've always known that stereotypes exist for a reason.)

I didn't get the ending I wanted- I would have liked (spoiler alert!) Maude to have gone after Nathaniel and pull him up for what he'd done to her in terms of his betrayal, and make it public, claiming what was rightfully hers. But sadly there wouldn't have been a story if she'd done that; and as is pointed out (and expressed throughout the novel) things were different for women back in the main story time frames of both 1908 and 1958. The way times have changed also features in the way we have three homosexual characters who've hidden their true selves.

The term “God willing” features a lot; a reference to the Muslim beliefs of the Omanis who look after Maude (or perhaps I should say “inshallah” instead.) I don't consider myself a spiritual person. In fact, I did the VIA Character Strengths Survey and spirituality came right near the bottom. But in looking at some of the signs that have spread up throughout my life, I have come to believe that sometimes we do have to trust in fate a little. Or more than a little.  For that I thank this book- for putting me in touch with the mysterious, spiritual world.

The ending did come across as a bit bland- but maybe that was intentional, as it reflects the fact that Joan is on a life mission that even she doesn't quite understand herself.

Tuesday, 7 September 2021

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS NEVER NEVER LAND...

 No, Never Never Land is nothing to do with Michael Jackson- his gaff was called Neverland.  Rather, it's a small attraction in Southend-on-Sea, Essex.

We've been to Southend many times before but strangely enough I'd never really noticed this section- then I spotted details about it online, so Miss Nosey Parker just had to come and investigate...

I've also created a YouTube vlog, link:-

Standing on the Royal Terrace and I couldn't help but be impressed by the façade of this monolithic hotel, which is called the Park Inn by Radisson Palace.  Again, it's something I've never paid much attention to before (mainly because I'm usually walking underneath it, and am therefore at too close a proximity to take in its authentic, days-of-yore seaside charm.)  Built in 1901 and originally known as The Palace Hotel, Laurel and Hardy stayed here in 1932.

I've blogged about Southend Cliff Gardens- which this little fairytale section is a part of- before.  This is the link:-
http://elainerockett.blogspot.com/2020/10/miss-elaineous-visits-southend-cliff.html

Here I'm peering down the gardens towards the sea- can you make out the big, stone face lying sideways in the grass?  More about him later...

The Observation Tower, which opened in 2005, is in the background...

Originally in a part of the gardens known as "The Shrubbery," Never Never Land was opened in 1935, and in the 1950s people would queue for hours to see this part of the park.  It once contained smoke-breathing dragons, goblins, cartoon characters, fairies in magical castles, thousands of lights and a model railway.  Apparently, the railway had three carriages; called First Class, Second Class and No Class!  

The public's change in requirements from sedate entertainment to white knuckle rides and foreign holidays meant that popularity dropped, and the park was closed in 1972.  The decorations were all scrapped and the park returned to being a quiet place to sit and contemplate.

In 1987 visitor numbers to the town were rising, and Never Never Land re-opened, with enchanted castles and new figures being built.  But a decline in interest and vandalism meant that the attraction closed in 2001, with the creatures of the mystical forest donated to local primary schools.  But the castles- which could each hold up to 20 people- were destroyed.

Some elements of Never Never Land still survive; like this fairy castle and small, bubbling waterfall, which were painted and properly restored by Southend artist David Taylor.
 Sometimes it's just possible to take a wonderful photo, which requires no tweaking- like this one...💜

This is the sleeping giant I could see from high up on the Royal Terrace.  He was first revealed at the opening of the last restoration (May 2019).

In the background you can just about make out the Three Shells Beach Lagoon, which is a swimming pool the size of a football pitch.  Opened in 2016 and 1.1 metres at its deepest points, it's a man made construction, and sheets of welded metal inside rock walls contain the water.

Swaying palm trees, and you can also make out Adventure Island theme park in the background, in the shape of a helter-skelter and rollercoaster.  I wanted to go on the Archelon (a swing chair ride which takes on the shape of a giant turtle) but the queues were too long.

Southend pier is the world's longest pleasure pier, and extends 1.33 miles (2.14km) into the Thames Estuary.  Construction of it started in 1829, although that wooden pier was replaced by an iron version, which opened to the public in 1889.  The pier is a Grade II listed building.

English poet Sir John Betjeman said: "The pier is Southend, Southend is the pier."  One of the pier trains is named after him.  The other is named after Sir William Heygate- a member of parliament, he led the public campaign to create Southend Pier.
I zoomed in, purely because I liked the way that stark patch of bright cloud lit up the area...

The little pier train runs at intervals of 15 minutes (during peak season- it's every 30 minutes during off-season.)  We decided to walk both ways as we needed the exercise.
 Row of wrought iron benches, and their designs consist of four different nautical/ seaside themes...

Ships' sails...

Traditional beach scene with a cute donkey, and the magnificent pier in the background...

This appeared to be dedicated to trawler fishing...

Ships' wheels...

Approaching the pierhead and if you peer (😉) you can just about make out the train sitting at the station, to the left of the photo.  This is another photo which came out just perfect.😀

That's all for now, but I'm sure we will be back.

TTFN

The Miss Elaineous

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Sunday, 5 September 2021

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS MARGATE CAVES...

Roll up, roll up!  I give you the fascinating, subterranean Margate Caves, which once served as the ultimate "man cave..." 

Also known as the Vortigern Caves, (Vortigern was a 5th century British King who is believed to have given Thanet as a bridal gift to his future son-in-law, Hengist), it was my first visit to see this eccentric underground delight, which was thought to have been discovered in 1798- although accounts regarding this date differ. 

Closed since 2004, the visitor centre above ground was remodelled and the caves reopened in 2019.  I was really looking forward to this and this cavernous space certainly didn't disappoint.  It was the first touristy thing we did as part of my birthday trip to Margate, and you can read all about the rest of my Thanet adventures- which include Broadstairs and Ramsgate- in this blog:-

You enter the caves through a room dedicated to their history and layout.  This is part of the brand new visitor centre; with an inquisitive SuperDean in the corner.

The caves were originally hand dug as a chalk quarry in the 17th and 18th centuries and form spectacular galleries.  Chalk was mined for agricultural use, and to burn for lime, in this area since 1700, due to the development of the town.  Here are the modern stairs down into the depths of intrigue...

Moving down through chalk, and once a mine had been mined it was sealed over.  The reason could only be that no further chalk was required; and during the 18th century, as Margate expanded, a building was built on the site.  It was occupied by Margaret Bryan, who was a bit of a revolutionary for her time...

...She strongly believed in the education of women, ran a boarding school for young ladies from the house and introduced her pupils to the wonders of scientific enquiry, natural philosophy and astronomy; firmly considered to be the domains of men.  She never knew about the existence of the caves- a learned woman, I'm sure she would have been fascinated by them if she had.
I'm not sure if these blotches on the wall during our descent are a natural occurrence, or if they're simply splodges of paint.

Francis Forster was the heir to a substantial estate in Northumberland, and he bought the house at auction in 1807.  He made alterations and changed the name to Northumberland House.

This is where dates differ, as it is during Forster's tenure that the caves were discovered.  Again, accounts vary- it's been suggested that a gardener chanced upon a hole that led to the caves when his spade went right through the ground.  Another story has the gardener actually falling and disappearing down the hole.  Yet another has him dying from his injuries.  Another tale has Forster himself discovering a hole at the base of a pear tree and investigating, revealing the caves.  He was keen to solve the mystery of why rabbits kept disappearing down the hole...

 ...That story made its way into newspapers in 1863- the same year that Lewis Carroll wrote a story about another disappearing rabbit, which became Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (commonly known as Alice in Wonderland).
A sign of the times, and hand sanitiser sits in this little alcove...

Forster decorated the caves and used them extensively as a wine cellar, ice well and grotto.  He employed a local artist named Brazier to create some carvings and paint figures and scenes onto the walls.  Paintings have been titivated and added since then.
Here are several views of the Thanet Hunt...

Hunting with dogs is now illegal, but it would have been popular in the 1800s.  It's difficult to count the hounds as they chase after the fox in one solid lump, en-masse!

It's thought that the hunting jackets were originally painted green.  The volunteers working down in the attraction were very knowledgeable and friendly

The little fox being chased by the hunters.  It's thought that the hunt scene may have been chasing a hare, originally.

We took the lower level walkway which veered off to the left.  It contains two ovoid pits, so called because they sit in egg-shaped sections, and are interconnected by a tunnel...

Various theories have been put forward as to the mysterious pits original use, ranging from actual dungeons, oubliettes or prisons to malt kilns.

A deeper section, and this place was certainly full of unexpected, weird delights.  Dungeons would have been impossible to escape as the only exit was via the surface.  But the bottom of each pit has a sloping floor and shallow shaft.  This points to other, more practical uses. 


Margate was once an important malting town, but the lack of fire pits or stokeholes puts paid to this theory
It has been suggested that maybe Forster also had a local artist embellish the caves with carvings/ etchings etc, to enhance the caves' reputation.  It is possible that he had the pits dug at the same time for his own amusement?  Could the ovoid pits have had a practical use as the storage of food or ice?  Or were they simply somewhere to sit- a 19th century variation of a chill-out room?

Could the pits have been excavated later on, by owners hoping to enhance visitor interest (and thereby revenue) by spreading rumours of torture or dungeons?  Years of etchings/ graffiti/ carvings (interpret as you will, and this place is certainly open to interpretation) adorned this and every section...

Some is readable and specific, although nowadays the volunteers do ask people to refrain from scratching their names!
The most plausible theory of the pits existence seems to be their usage as ice wells, as they have a "sump" at the base for excess water.

This area has suffered from minor, sporadic rock falls over the years, and this pit looks like it's been utilised as a wishing well.

This is the hole the gardener was alleged to have fallen through.  That is one hell of a long drop...

There are other shafts in the roof, which once opened to the surface.  Shallow grooves at the base of the shaft are from where the rope cut into the walls as it swung, laden down with chalk being hauled to the surface.

Some form of transport, usually a wheelbarrow would have been used to help transport the chalk, indicated by the long lengths of the corridors.  Barrows were not generally used in the excavation of vertically accessed Kent chalk mines until after the 14th century, putting paid to claims that the caves existed in Saxon times (considered to be 410-1066AD).
Three deer form part of this "underground zoo..."

The Virgin Mary in a recess, just past the monkeys...
Francis Forster never opened the caves to the public, instead using it as an entertaining space and showing off his substantial wealth to his friends.

Closer, and she's ensconced within her personal little altar...

Looking out from the Virgin Mary, and you can just about make out the donkey on the wall to the right.  Francis Forster used to tell a joke about a donkey in a box, but the original painting is long gone.  This donkey is a nod to that jest...


Elephant, and there is a pub called The Mechanical Elephant in Margate.  Margate has a long association with elephants- apparently they were a regular sight in the Margate of yesteryear, performing as a form of entertainment.

This central area has been used to stack up rubble from previous rock falls.

Rearing horse (he looks more like he's galloping to me...)

Wild Boar like these were actually extinct in the late 1800s, but thanks to reintroduction now roam Kent once more.

King George III painting.  He was known as "Farmer George" due to his interest in agriculture.  In Forster's day the lower archway opening didn't exist.
This artist has marked 1798 next to the painting- but was it painted then or after?

You can see a utility pipe above Farmer George.  It's believed to be a sewage pipe.  


On this hot, clammy day, the caves were lovely and cool.  You take the stairs up to this elevated gallery, which has odd openings like this oblong...  

...And more pits.

Viewing from above, and this is supposed to be a fox.  I think he looks like some form of big cat- maybe a puma- as he certainly has catlike features.  
Two works of a tiger and a Chinese prisoner in chains haven't survived.  Their existence is mentioned in an account from 1863, when the caves opened to the public for the first time.

Rubble recess, and pick marks from where the cave was a mine are in evidence everywhere you look.

Walking up the highest set of stairs, and here are the remains of the entrance built by Forster, to access his cave.  It must have had a set of stairs running downwards, until the later, main entrance was put into use.

Looking back down along this wondrous cavern, and the caves have been given a new lease of life due to public support and the formation of a fundraising group.  The Friends of Margate Caves secured National Lottery funding in 2017, following a six-year campaign.


A dancing bear, and is there a ghost painting next to him?  Some believe it's a mastiff dog baiting the bear, whilst others think it's the donkey in a box from Forster's aforementioned joke.

The highest part is guarded by two of George III's soldiers, and is up a set of steps towering 3m above the rest of the gallery.  The soldiers have had a hefty repaint somewhere between the 1950s and 1980s.

Closed from 2004 to 2019 due to health and safety issues,
 following a complaint from a member of the public, the modern emergency exit is around the corner from this uppermost point.  According to a volunteer, someone waxed lyrical about how unsafe the cave was right in front of a visiting H&S official, resulting in its closure.  Talk about open mouth and insert foot!

There is a well right here, and it's 13.7m deep.  Rumours about smugglers using the tunnel to stash contraband started after the discovery of a shaft a short way up the well, but there is no evidence to support this.  The opening did, in fact, lead onto an old cess pit.


After rubble was excavated- the result of World War II bombing- coins dating from the 1880s were found down here, indicating that it was used as a wishing well back in Victorian/ Edwardian times.

The paintings were more delicate in style (evident if you look closely) before being retouched in the 1900s.
The caves are 94.2m long and 12.2m tall at their highest point and after Forster's death, in 1835, were ignored until 1954.  John Norwood bought the house and was a natural salesman, charging threepence admission and employing his talents to intrigue visitors.  It was he who gave them the fanciful "Vortigern Caves" moniker (again, accounts differ- he may have called the caves "Vortigern Cavern") claiming that they dated from 454AD!  
Old guide books describe a fossil ammonite which used to sit here, to the left, but it's now lost (possibly stolen by a visitor many years ago?)

Some years after this, half of the house was turned into a vicarage for newly-constructed Holy Trinity Church.  The vicar, Dr Pryor, developed a great interest and the caves were once again opened in 1907.  He was also responsible for the first photographs of the caves, taken in 1908.
The lion used to have Chinese guardian lion styling to his face before he was over-painted.

During the First and Second World Wars the caves were utilised as air-raid shelters.  Northumberland House was severely damaged by enemy action in 1941, as was Holy Trinity Church in 1943.  Both were demolished in 1958 and the entrance stairs to the caves were bricked up.
A quirky hippo- but why is he green?  Is he some other form of pachyderm?  

There is a crocodile here too, but silly me didn't get a piccie of him (I could kick myself!)  Oh well, that's my excuse to return sorted.
I had to show him, so this is a PDF.

In 1958 the proprietor of Chiselhurst Caves (I've now earmarked them as somewhere to visit😀) James Geary Gardner, became interested in opening the attraction.  A new entrance was determined, after lifting a paving slab in the old vicarage gardens, which exposed the old brick vent above the main shaft.  A modern set of stairs was created and the caves once again opened.
This ultraviolet giant was inspired by Richard Joy- the Thanet Giant- who was a smuggler.  He's said to have been over seven foot tall and in possession of Herculean strength.  The painting was created by Margate Art School, for Gardner, when the caves reopened.

Vortigern, painted in the 1980s by Karol Edward Osten-Sacken (quite a mouthful- he's more commonly known as KEOS).  The face is believed to be a self-portrait, and is almost certainly crafted using used emulsion.
In the couple of years since their 2019 rebirth the caves have played host to everything from art exhibitions; scout meetings; local community learning groups about subjects such as book binding, graffiti, light and geology; to silent discos (where everyone listens to the music through headphones).  In early 2021 it played host as the reception venue for a gothic couple's wedding.  The caves offered a stunning backdrop to their photographs.

Of course, the caves aren't the only subterranean treat to feast your eyes upon in Margate- the Shell Grotto is nearby, and nobody knows its origins.  Read about our recent visit here:-

I will return, if only to photograph the crocodile!
Until then...

TTFN

The Miss Elaineous

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