On a recent trip to London to see the Da Vinci exhibition, which we didn't get into as a result of lack of planning, ie we didn't have tickets, J_ and I ended up in the crypt of the stunning and very ancient St Martin in the Fields. Perusing the preserved gravestones of ladies long dead we came across one that made us laugh, maybe because we are not familiar with the conventions of gravestone inscriptions from 400 years ago, who knows. Anyway, we found it interesting and so I have transcribed a copy for a little diversion as this year ends and another is just about to begin:
Here lies buried the body of
Miss Frances Jones daughter of Arthur
Lord Vicecount of Ranelagh, by his wife the
Lady Katherine Boyle who was daughter
To Richard Boyle Earle of Corke and Lord
High Treasurer of Ireland.
She died in the prime of her age, hav-
ing never been married, the 28th of
March in the year 1672.
Enough and leave the rest to fame.
Tis to commend her but to name.
Courtship, which living she declined
When dead to offer; were unkind.
Where never any could speak ill.
Who would officious praise spill
Nor can the truest wit or friend
Without detracting her commend.
To say she lived a virgin chaste
In this age loose? and all unlaid?
Nor was where vice is so allowed
Of virtue or ashamed or proud
That her soul was on heaven so bent
No minute but it came and went
That, ready her last debt to pay
Modest as morn, as midday bright
Gentle as evening, cool as night
Tis true but all so weakly said
Twere more significant: she’s Dead.
All there is left for me to do is wish you a Happy New Year and thank you for reading
Food, Days Out and Travel stories from Brighton, London and the Rest of the World
Saturday
Wednesday
Burning of the Clocks Wednesday 21 December 2011
The nights are closing in fast in the run up to the shortest day of the year and with it the annual winter solstice celebrations with Brighton's Burning of the Clocks 2011.
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Sunday
The Best of the Best Coffee in Brighton
With the proliferation of coffee shops continuing at a pace through Brighton, another one is just about to open in village Kemptown, the question of where to get the best coffee becomes an important topic.
And although there will always be a place for the cosy familiarity that comes with frequenting one of the big chains, better by far is the independent with its individuality, bonhomie and credibility that the big chains can only try to artificially create.
Redroaster Coffee House, Brighton |
Seven years on and it has lost none of its charm and as with any successful business it all starts at the head, so with that in mind I persuaded the owner Tim to spare me a moment and share with me the story so far.
Interior, Redroaster Coffee House |
What I discovered is doing coffee properly is something you can quite easily become quite fanatical about. When we opened in 1994 I think we were way ahead of the average cafe, we were using the espresso machine properly and learning how to do it even better. At that time the quality of coffee in England was not that good. Even places run by Italians had so adapted themselves to the English market that a cappuccino would not be recognisable today. In those days you’d get a thin layer of foam. Speed is always critical in catering and particularly in a place like Brighton, a tourist destination, where the saying went you could serve them anything and it wouldn’t matter because they wouldn’t come back. It was virtually impossible to get a proper espresso in those days, anything like an Italian espresso now. It was more like a Cafe Americano, even Costa Coffee before it was taken over by Whitbread was double the length it needed to be. And that was absolutely the rule. At the time I’d never really gone into the subject of coffee so when people were saying ‘oh espresso!’ and what was being produced was poor quality I didn’t really know where the excitement was coming from. So I got a good home espresso machine, La Pavoni and started making coffee myself. I found you could get one or two good books on the subject and I started inventing stuff for myself and that's what we used to come up with our coffee menu.
It's all in the detail, for instance our cafe lattes, I felt was just wrong served in a glass, even though that was the norm, so I started doing it in a cappuccino cup. Then we learned you shouldn’t use the tamper stuck on the front of a machine grinder but use a hand tamper instead. Virtually everyone I knew who had an espresso maker laughed at the idea, even an Italian I employed said, No no no we use the tamper! and I said, I don’t think you should and we enforced our rules. Through little refinements like this we got better and better. Back in 1994 I believe the coffee we were making was better than everyone else around us. We quickly found we had a following among people who came from other countries, particularly from Australia where your cafe latte is a flat white. That's when I first found out about flat whites although we didn't put it on the menu people know to ask for it. It's basically a stronger version of cafe latte, with an extra shot in it. It’s how I personally would have a coffee in the morning.
In 1998 before we moved to our exisiting site I started experimenting with roasting coffee, reading Kenneth Davids, the American writer who put out a book about home coffee roasting and I thought, yeah I can do this. I would profile the roasts I was doing so by the time we came to set up the Redroaster I’d already decided to buy a small in-house coffee roaster and we had decided to work towards becoming a coffee roaster as well as a coffee house. First we were roasting single origin then companies in Brighton started coming to us, like Terre a Terre and later on Infinity Cafe, saying, Can you roast some coffee for us and the roasting grew from there. Finally three and half years ago we decided to invest in a larger roaster and have set up a roasterie in Kemptown for roasting not only all our own coffee but about 40 or fifty whole sale customers as well".
For a full list of blends, events and other details, visit their website, http://www.redroaster.co.uk/home or pop in and see them and try the coffee out for yourself.
1d St James Street
Brighton
BN2 1RE
Tel: 01273 686668
Wednesday
White Night! White Night!
Absolutely bonkers, more bonkers than Alice in Wonderland, a book inextricably linked to Brighton and also bonkers, but White Night beats it hands down. In one night to celebrate the changing of the hour seventy events themed around concepts of Utopia will take place across Brighton and Hove.
From urban golf, throwing seed balls, playing adult tag, running a half marathon, learning night digital photography to a QR code treasure hunt, peering in windows to watch film installations or standing on the rooftop of Embassy Court with headphones on, transport yourself for the night and stay up until dawn. Brighton’s never dull.
From urban golf, throwing seed balls, playing adult tag, running a half marathon, learning night digital photography to a QR code treasure hunt, peering in windows to watch film installations or standing on the rooftop of Embassy Court with headphones on, transport yourself for the night and stay up until dawn. Brighton’s never dull.
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One way theatre,
Pavilion,
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Best Vintage in Brighton
42 Vine Street,
Brighton,
BN1 4AG
01273 671937
It’s no wonder Brighton has become known as Brick Lane by the sea, what with girls in aran sweaters, oversized 80s glasses and their hair tied up in loosely arranged buns appearing all over Brighton you could be forgiven for thinking you’d somehow landed in the East End of London. And now I’ve found out why, it’s amazing how you can live in a place as small as Brighton and have missed out on an absolute gem like Beyond Retro for as long as I have. Visiting it for the first time I couldn’t believe what a cornucopia of clothing delights I had been missing out on for so long and with its vintage ethos it fits in perfectly with the heart of Brighton, where it’s all about re-use, recycle, reinvigorate.
Beyond Retro Brighton |
Grabbing an unsuspecting member of staff, Josh, I bend his ear a little to find out more about this treasure trove I have just wandered into.
“It’s owned by a Canadian couple, Steve and Helen who come over every three or four months from Vancouver, Canada. I think it was Steve’s passion for Rock ‘n Roll that was the driving force behind it. Our flagship store is on Brick Lane (that would fit, says I, looking around at clothes that would suit any Shoreditchette or dude). It has a cult following and has become a destination shop, where people from all over the world will come over especially to visit it. Maybe as many as 40% are tourists, from places like Japan who have come over just to see the store (crazy, I say in wonder).
"The store in Brick Lane, which opened in a disused dairy and has been there for ten years, has got a really good customer base in East London, and we’ve now opened one in Soho, Great Marlborough Street, near Carnaby Street, which attracts Topshop customers and only a couple of weeks ago we opened one in Dalston, with a cafe in it. The company is growing every week it’s kind of intense.
Beyond Retro original 50s glamour |
“We put on student events, the one today will involve emptying out the front section and filling it with a hundred boxes of items with 50% off and we’ll have a drinks company providing beer and wine.
"We’re more than just a clothes store, we want to reach out to people by building mutually beneficial relationships with other organisations and bands, we’ve already created a good relationship with Audio.
So how do you source your items?
“We have a team of people who look at what’s on the catwalk and predict trends. They put together a list of everything they want and send it over to the team of pickers to source the items from charity shops, vendors and donations and will rifle through the stuff that other people don’t want and then we select what we think will work.
“In theory you can go into a high street store and pick up whatever is on trend, for instance this summer it was all about the seventies and then you can come in here and find the originals. We actually have jumpsuits from the seventies.
Beyond Retro clothes sorted into decades |
What trends should we be looking out for this autumn / winter?
“For blokes there is a lot of work-wear like chinos and brogues, parkas are going to be really big, block colour is going to be massive. Women’s wear for next summer will be focused on leather, lace and crochet, floral and western are going to be really big as well.”
Beyond Retro skirt |
Wow-ee I say and I’m loving the box of scarves. The great thing is you don’t even have to make it down to Brighton to get involved, just head to their website and you can buy a whole heap of originals right there.
Beyond Retro Box of scarves |
Labels:
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Beyond Retro,
Brick Lane,
brighton,
seventies,
vintage
Location: Brighton, UK
42 Vine St, Brighton, East Sussex BN1 4AG, UK
Tuesday
Best Boutiques of Brighton
37 Ship Street
Brighton
East Sussex
BN1 1AB
Tel: 01273 770407
Having recently travelled back along Western Road from Hove central for the first time in a while and then walking through Brighton I was struck by the number of empty premises. Even in Brighton! sunny old, tourist busy, bustling Brighton. A stark reminder of the current climate and a further inducement for me to carry on posting about my favourite independent shops, which do what Brighton does best, offer a unique experience.
In this case the business of note is one of the best boutiques in Brighton, where ladies with busy lives can drop in and find stylish everyday clothes to make them feel special from a selection of carefully chosen labels.
With over 25 years experience in the fashion industry and having run her own boutique for the last six years, Lyn knows the difference between unflattering trends and those items guaranteed to sculpt the female form.
Covet wrap dress |
Driven by a desire to create a shop for women who want to look good but without letting clothes rule their lives, Lyn has realised her ambition in her beautiful Boutique, Covet. ‘A lot of my customers are writers and artists and I think what I offer is a little bit more creative, for women who want somewhere non-pretentious, where people feel comfortable with nice wearable clothes, decent sizes, decent prices, good fabrics, a bit interesting and not high trend, or fashion victim.’
Taking me round the store, Lyn’s eyes light up when she talks about each item of clothing and why she loves it, ‘for the Covet label, we’ve just done a raincoat which I was really buzzing about and we’ve already sold the prototype last Saturday.’ Clocking a leather jacket in the kind of leather you don’t even have to touch to know how soft it is, ‘this leather jacket came in this morning and I think it is absolutely gorgeous, and so I’ve just put it in the window.’
Urbancode leather jacket £225 |
Other labels include a recent addition from a local lady, who came in wearing one of her own designs in a butterfly print which Lyn was so taken with that she added the Hart label to her collection with great success.
And now that the last rays of summer have well and truly shone it’s time to look at autumn wardrobes and what to put in ‘em. Lyn’s tip is to look out for shift dresses to team with coloured tights and wear with a heeled shoe or boot. Holding up a perfect example, ‘although it doesn’t look much on the hanger, it is beautiful on.’ The dress, hand-designed by Mauvette Phillips has been made in a soft fabric, appealing to touch. Personally, I know it would look good on.
Mauvette Philips shift dress |
Location: Brighton, UK
Brighton, East Sussex BN1 1AB, UK
Is it by John Constable?
We see nothing truly until we understand it. John Constable
Saturday morning and unable to wait any longer I head to the Pavilion bright and early so that I can study the Regency costumes on display before crowds pour in. On route I walk down along St James’ Street and there staring back at me from a shop window is a pencil sketch of a ship on Brighton beach looking every bit the antique and with a price tag of only forty quid.
I walk on and go to the exhibition, first in, I marvel at the petite size of the costumes positioned in the rooms where two hundred years ago real people would have worn something similar in the very same space. With one eye trying to imagine the costumes walking and talking I still keep thinking about the picture in the window and wonder whether I should go back and have a look at it again in case it is still there.
Some time later and I am in the shop on St James’ Street and I am holding the picture up to try and scrutinize whether it is a copy or an original, I can’t tell and I’m standing in a charity shop so I can’t ask if I can take off the back to check. But forty quid is forty quid.
I dither, what if it's really old I think and then I buy it.
Walking home I’m not sure if I’ve been done up like a kipper or whether it’s ok to spend forty quid on a frame and print.
At home I loosen the fastenings on the back and ease out the picture, to find, it’s a copy. Oh what! I think. Oh well, I shrug. Now that my dreams of untold wealth have been dashed I carefully clean the glass and place the picture back in the frame.
The writing along the bottom of the sketch looks as if it might read, ‘Brighton 14 Oct 1825’, whether it’s a copy or not I still want to know who sketched it.
Some googling later reveals a picture that looks similar by John Constable, is my print by Constable I wonder?
Further research uncovers that it is likely that it was by Constable because he was in town on 14 October 1825 sketching an old church.
Whether it is or not, the view from my window is of the same coastline the artist of this sketch looked at and the seaside square I live in was laid out around the same time too, so it seems fitting for this picture to end up hanging above my mantelpiece one hundred and eighty five years later.
Saturday morning and unable to wait any longer I head to the Pavilion bright and early so that I can study the Regency costumes on display before crowds pour in. On route I walk down along St James’ Street and there staring back at me from a shop window is a pencil sketch of a ship on Brighton beach looking every bit the antique and with a price tag of only forty quid.
Mind Charity Shop window, St James's Street |
Some time later and I am in the shop on St James’ Street and I am holding the picture up to try and scrutinize whether it is a copy or an original, I can’t tell and I’m standing in a charity shop so I can’t ask if I can take off the back to check. But forty quid is forty quid.
I dither, what if it's really old I think and then I buy it.
Walking home I’m not sure if I’ve been done up like a kipper or whether it’s ok to spend forty quid on a frame and print.
At home I loosen the fastenings on the back and ease out the picture, to find, it’s a copy. Oh what! I think. Oh well, I shrug. Now that my dreams of untold wealth have been dashed I carefully clean the glass and place the picture back in the frame.
The writing along the bottom of the sketch looks as if it might read, ‘Brighton 14 Oct 1825’, whether it’s a copy or not I still want to know who sketched it.
Brighton 14 Oct 1825 |
courtesy of http://www.john-constable.org/ |
Further research uncovers that it is likely that it was by Constable because he was in town on 14 October 1825 sketching an old church.
Whether it is or not, the view from my window is of the same coastline the artist of this sketch looked at and the seaside square I live in was laid out around the same time too, so it seems fitting for this picture to end up hanging above my mantelpiece one hundred and eighty five years later.
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Regency Brighton,
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st james' street
Location: Brighton, UK
St James's St, Brighton, Brighton and Hove BN2 1, UK
Monday
The Best Ever Brownies with a twist
Owing a huge debt to Nigella Lawson, Domestic Goddess and Culinary Sage in my eyes, this recipe is taken from her How to be a Domestic Goddess book and incorporates a welcome addition.
The first brownies I ever tasted were made using this recipe and it was as a direct result of eating too many of these that a friend of mine stayed up into the wee hours buzzing and brain-storming entrepreneurial visions.
Moreish and delicious they are a hit every time. So much so that I took a few batches to sell when mother and I went on a carbooting expedition yesterday.
Carboot Marshie Brownies |
National Cup Cake Week - Let us eat cake
Angel Food Bakery
20 Meeting House Lane
Brighton, BN1 1HB
Tel: 01273 208 404
Strawberries and cream cupcake |
In celebration of National Cup Cake Week I thought it only right I recommend the best place to buy cup cakes when in Brighton. Situated in the Lanes the Angel Food Bakery has been providing an array of colourfully topped creations for a few years, including strawberries and cream (my favourite), red velvet (red cocoa sponge with a cream topping) and chocolate orange to name a few. Using quality ingredients like unsalted English butter, Belgian chocolate, fresh fruit and free range eggs, their beautiful to look at and scrumptious to eat cup cakes have gained a faithful following. Mostly priced at £1.75 mark they are best eaten directly.
Angel Food Bakery |
In fact so successful has this enterprise proved to be that two weeks ago they have added another premises to their name, just around the corner and designed to offer courses in, guess what? Cup cake baking, hurrah!
Head to their website for more info on chocolate making, cupcake baking, buttercream toppings and old school puddings.
Angel Food Kitchen |
Angel Food Bakery
20 Meeting House Lane
Brighton, BN1 1HB
Tel: 01273 208 404
Location: Brighton, UK
24 Meeting House Ln, Brighton, Brighton and Hove BN1 1, UK
Sunday
Going Out for some wall art - take another look
What with the revving of engines, smell of black leather and burly looking men lugging helmets under their arms, the annual motorbike meet up, aka the Brighton Burn Up, noisily took over the Kemptown seafront for a while.
Feeling out of place I headed north, floral-ed up to the max in a floaty skirt, flowery top and pink dripping off me as I walked....this made no odds, of course, as the testosterone count was way too high to be breached.
Even the wall art I came across in the north laine area seemed to shout out male partisanship, so in tribute to all things uncompromisingly masculine here's a bit of wall art to be found on the aptly named Regent Street.
Feeling out of place I headed north, floral-ed up to the max in a floaty skirt, flowery top and pink dripping off me as I walked....this made no odds, of course, as the testosterone count was way too high to be breached.
Even the wall art I came across in the north laine area seemed to shout out male partisanship, so in tribute to all things uncompromisingly masculine here's a bit of wall art to be found on the aptly named Regent Street.
Brighton, wall art Regent Street |
Brighton, wall art Regent Street |
Brighton, wall art Regent Street |
Labels:
art,
brighton,
graffiti,
regent street,
street art,
wall art
Location: Brighton, UK
Regent St, Brighton, East Sussex BN1, UK
Monday
Sticky Mike's Flash Lit Fict 11 Sept 11
As part of the Brighton Digital Festival, Paragraph Planet, Grit Lit and Story Studios, are collaborating on an evening that is experimental in nature and is aimed at bringing together the literary and digital worlds. Running throughout September the Brighton Digital Festival is worth exploring in more detail, but this event in itself holds enough of a draw to warrant a post of its own.
Recommended by a friend, who is one of those people who not only has at least one novel in them, but has written it and is being published this autumn, also very exciting and deserving a post, so stay tuned.
The evening will consist of short shorts, flash writing and digital technologies, at the heart of which will be a 300-word flash fiction slam competition and an online Twitter story competition, with competitors battling it out for fame and glory.
» To enter the Twitter story competition: use #FLF11
» To enter flash fiction slam: post your name on the Facebook event wall or email flashlitdigital@gmail.com
The theme is 21st century and the Twitter and slam winners will be announced on the night. Judging panels will include representatives from Grit Lit, Story Studios Paragraph Planet and Myriad Editions.
Sunday 11 September 2011, 7pm - 10pm, drinks til late
Sticky Mike's Frog Shop,
9-12 Middle Street,
Brighton BN1 1AL
Recommended by a friend, who is one of those people who not only has at least one novel in them, but has written it and is being published this autumn, also very exciting and deserving a post, so stay tuned.
Sticky Mike's Frog Bar, Brighton |
The evening will consist of short shorts, flash writing and digital technologies, at the heart of which will be a 300-word flash fiction slam competition and an online Twitter story competition, with competitors battling it out for fame and glory.
» To enter the Twitter story competition: use #FLF11
» To enter flash fiction slam: post your name on the Facebook event wall or email flashlitdigital@gmail.com
The theme is 21st century and the Twitter and slam winners will be announced on the night. Judging panels will include representatives from Grit Lit, Story Studios Paragraph Planet and Myriad Editions.
Sunday 11 September 2011, 7pm - 10pm, drinks til late
Sticky Mike's Frog Shop,
9-12 Middle Street,
Brighton BN1 1AL
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Brighton Digital Festival,
Flash Lit,
Grit Lit,
Myriad Editions,
Paragraph Planet,
Sticky Mike's Frog Shop,
Story Studios
Location: Brighton, UK
Brighton, Brighton and Hove, UK
Wednesday
Mixing it up Funk style - Soul Casserole Fri 26 August
As an established Kemptown resident I like to keep my ear to the ground for anything exciting to post about and this latest gig of Soul Casserole's is promising to be worth the fiver entry charge.
Latest Music Bar |
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Black Lion,
brighton,
Dumani Ncube,
Green Door Store,
Latest Music Bar,
Manchester Street,
soul casserole,
Tropical Soundclash
Location: Brighton, UK
Brighton, East Sussex BN2 1TF, UK
Sunday
The Great Brighton Bake Off - registration ends next Sunday 14th August
With my own commitment to cake baking beginning when I saw the iced cup cake on the front of Nigella Lawson's recipe book, which made me think, I wanna do that, I've had an enduring interest in baking ever since. Over time I was given, bought, inherited baking paraphernalia and slowly built up a repertoire of trusted recipes, with a small amount of improvisation. The love affair continued and I can now bake some good solid fare although I still can't bake decent cupcakes and my presentation skills are a bit lacking. To say the least, the very least.
Monday
A Guide to summer shakes and smoothies in Brighton
With summer on its way and temperatures on the up, in UK terms, it's time to grab an ice-cold quencher at one of the smoothie making stores to suck on while you mooch about town or for chilling with on the beach.
Moo Moo's |
Labels:
brighton,
foodie Friday
Location: Brighton, UK
Brighton, Brighton and Hove, UK
Soundwaves Festival 2011, 14 - 17 July
Ushering in four days dedicated to audio related new commissions, collaborations, performances and experiences, the Soundwaves Festival, is split into daily themes consisting of Comment, Move, Sing and Listen.
Great Grandad's missing cow makes page 5, sixty two years ago today
By strange coincidence my mother discovered a news article that had been kept for sixty two years on the very day the article would have gone to press. By further coincidence the date, 4th of July also fell on a Monday sixty two years ago and relates to the story of my great grandfather's prize winning Ayrshire.
As it seemed so strange for this story to emerge on it's anniversary I thought I would share it. What made my mum laugh when she was reading it out to me was how, apparently police across Ulster had been looking for this cow. It may even be the cow that we had a painting of, in a big gilded frame hanging in our dining room, much to my mum's disapproval. Perhaps this final chapter will reconcile my mother to the cow after all.
Missing Cow Found Alive reads the news article. Fell into a disused tank a fortnight ago. The champion Ayrshire cow, Overtoun Bellflower, for which police throughout Ulster have been searching for a fortnight, was found yesterday evening, half-submerged in a disused tank in the grounds of Garnerville House, Old Holywood Road, not fifty yards from the field from which she strayed on Saturday, June 18.
Able to Walk – Though somewhat emaciated, the cow, on being pulled out of the tank, was able to walk to the byres of its owner, Mr Norman Agnew, dairyman, Holywood Road, about three-quarters of a mile distant. The tank in which the cow was imprisoned was no bigger than five feet deep. It had been covered by planking which seemingly collapsed under the cow’s weight. The tank was hidden by a large plot of nettle also four or five feet high.
How the beast survived is a mystery. She had no food other than what nettles she could crop from the verge of the tank and no water other than what the slime contained.
Mr Agnew told a “NewsLetter” reporter: - “In a lifetime’s experience of cattle I have known nothing like it. At the time she strayed the cow was giving six gallons of milk a day, and usually when a cow is not milked it kills her. Perhaps we have the unusually hot weather to thank for saving her. It remains to be seen whether she will come to milk again.”
The discovery
The cow was discovered by Mr C Brownlee of Holland Park who was passing through the grounds. He summoned assistance and the bank was dug away to make a gradient, and with the aid of ropes around her rump the cow was able to scramble to safety. She was immediately scrubbed down and examined by a veterinary surgeon.
Overtoun Bellflower, which was purchased in Scotland for a substantial sum won first prize for Ayrshires at the recent show at Balmoral and was supreme champion in all breeds in the milking classes.
Since the disappearance of the cow many theories have been advanced, not a few people suggesting that she has been stolen for slaughter for black market meat.
As it seemed so strange for this story to emerge on it's anniversary I thought I would share it. What made my mum laugh when she was reading it out to me was how, apparently police across Ulster had been looking for this cow. It may even be the cow that we had a painting of, in a big gilded frame hanging in our dining room, much to my mum's disapproval. Perhaps this final chapter will reconcile my mother to the cow after all.
Overtoun Bellflower |
Missing Cow Found Alive reads the news article. Fell into a disused tank a fortnight ago. The champion Ayrshire cow, Overtoun Bellflower, for which police throughout Ulster have been searching for a fortnight, was found yesterday evening, half-submerged in a disused tank in the grounds of Garnerville House, Old Holywood Road, not fifty yards from the field from which she strayed on Saturday, June 18.
Able to Walk – Though somewhat emaciated, the cow, on being pulled out of the tank, was able to walk to the byres of its owner, Mr Norman Agnew, dairyman, Holywood Road, about three-quarters of a mile distant. The tank in which the cow was imprisoned was no bigger than five feet deep. It had been covered by planking which seemingly collapsed under the cow’s weight. The tank was hidden by a large plot of nettle also four or five feet high.
How the beast survived is a mystery. She had no food other than what nettles she could crop from the verge of the tank and no water other than what the slime contained.
Mr Agnew told a “NewsLetter” reporter: - “In a lifetime’s experience of cattle I have known nothing like it. At the time she strayed the cow was giving six gallons of milk a day, and usually when a cow is not milked it kills her. Perhaps we have the unusually hot weather to thank for saving her. It remains to be seen whether she will come to milk again.”
The discovery
The cow was discovered by Mr C Brownlee of Holland Park who was passing through the grounds. He summoned assistance and the bank was dug away to make a gradient, and with the aid of ropes around her rump the cow was able to scramble to safety. She was immediately scrubbed down and examined by a veterinary surgeon.
Overtoun Bellflower, which was purchased in Scotland for a substantial sum won first prize for Ayrshires at the recent show at Balmoral and was supreme champion in all breeds in the milking classes.
Since the disappearance of the cow many theories have been advanced, not a few people suggesting that she has been stolen for slaughter for black market meat.
Belfast News-Letter Monday 4 July 1949 |
Missing cow found alive |
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Overtoun Bellflower
Location: Brighton, UK
Ashfield Boys' High School, Belfast BT4, UK
Sunday
Fanny runs away from the King - The Burney Society go to Kew
Having just gone to Kew gardens for the annual Burney Society meet up I can't help but put up a post in celebration of this great journal and novel writer. What I love about Fanny’s writing is the immediacy with which she recounts events, the below excerpt is a good example of where the whole scene comes to life as the drama unfolds. The other aspect I love about her retelling is the way in which personalities, in this instance the royal family are revealed, the King a likeable, vulnerable, well meaning chap and the Queen a concerned and loving wife.
2nd February 1789 and the King has been gravely ill with porphyria, which no one understood at the time and it was considered that he had gone mad. Fanny Burney employed as part of the Royal Household in the capacity of Second Keeper of the Robes for the Queen kept a journal of events during this period. It is largely due to these private journals, written for private consumption by her sister and friends that we have a record of events of this period, famously dramatised in the Madness of King George.
What an adventure I had this morning, one that has occasioned me the severest personal terror I ever experienced in my life.
This morning, when I received my intelligence of the King from Dr. John Willis, I begged to know where I might walk in safety. ‘In Kew Gardens,' he said, 'as the King would be in Richmond.' Taking, therefore, the time I had most at command, I strolled into the Gardens.
I had proceeded in my quick way nearly half the round, when I suddenly perceived, through some trees, two or three figures. Relying on the instructions of Dr. John, I concluded them to be workmen and gardeners; yet tried to look sharp, and in so doing, as they were less shaded, I thought I saw the person of his Majesty. Alarmed past all possible expression, I waited not to know more, but turning back, ran off with all my might. But what was my terror to hear myself pursued, to hear the voice of the King himself loudly and hoarsely calling after me, Miss Burney! Miss Burney! '
I protest I was ready to die. I knew not in what state he might be at the time . . . and that the very action of my running away might deeply offend him. Nevertheless, on I ran, too terrified to stop, and in search of some short passage, for the garden is full of little labyrinths, by which I might escape.
The steps still pursued me, and still the poor hoarse voice rang in my ears as more and more footsteps resounded frightfully behind me with the attendants all running to catch their eager master, and the voices of the two Dr. Willises loudly exhorting him not to heat himself so unmercifully.
Heavens, how I ran . . . My feet were not sensible that they even touched the ground. Soon after I heard other voices, shriller, though less nervous, call out ' Stop ! stop ! stop ! '
I could by no means consent. ... I knew not to what I might be exposed. . . . Still, therefore, on I flew. . . . ' Doctor Willis begs you to stop ! '
I cannot, I cannot ! ' I answered, still flying on, when he called out, 'You must, ma'am; it hurts the King to run.' Then, indeed, I stopped in a state of fear really amounting to agony. I turned round; I saw the two doctors had got the King between them, and three attendants of Dr. Willis's were hovering about. They all slackened their pace as they saw me stand still. ... As they approached some little presence of mind happily came to my command; it occurred to me that to appease the wrath of my flight, I must now show some confidence. I therefore faced them as undauntedly as I was able, only charging the nearest of the attendants to stand by my side.
When they were within a few yards of me the King called out, 'Why did you run away?'
Shocked at a question impossible to answer, yet a little assured by the mild tone of his voice, I instantly forced myself forward to meet him, though . . . this step . . . was so violently combated by the tremor of my nerves, that I fairly think I may reckon it the greatest effort of personal courage I have ever made.
The effort answered; I looked up, and met all his wonted benignity of countenance, though something still of wildness in his eyes. Think, however, of my surprise to feel him put both his hands round my two shoulders and then kiss my cheek!
I wonder I did not really sink, so exquisite was my affright when I saw him spread out his arms! Involuntarily I concluded he meant to crush me; but the Willises, who have never seen him till this fatal illness, not knowing how very extraordinary an action as this was from him, simply smiled and looked pleased, supposing, perhaps, it was his customary salutation.
He now spoke in such terms of his pleasure in seeing me, that I soon lost the whole of my terror. Astonishment to find him so nearly well, and gratification to see him so pleased, removed every uneasy feeling, and the joy that succeeded in my conviction of his recovery made me ready to throw myself at his feet to express it.
What a conversation followed! When he saw me fearless, he grew more and more alive, and made me walk close by his side, away from the attendant, and even the Willises themselves, who, to indulge him, retreated. I own myself not completely composed, but alarm I could entertain no more.
Everything that came uppermost in his mind he mentioned; he seemed to have just such remains of his Mightiness as heated his imagination without deranging his reason, and robbed him of all control over his speech, though nearly in his perfect state of mind as to his opinions.
What did he not say! He opened his whole heart to me, expounded all his sentiments, and acquainted me with all his intentions.
He assured me he was quite well as well as he had ever been in his life; and then inquired how I did, and how I went on and whether I was more comfortable.
If these questions, in their implication, surprised me, imagine how that surprise must increase when he proceeded to explain them! He asked after the coadjutrix, (Fanny’s Line Manager, who bullied Fanny) laughing and saying, 'Never mind her, don't be oppressed I am your friend, don't let her cast you down, I know you have a hard time of it, but don't mind her'
Almost thunderstruck with astonishment, I merely curtsied to his kind 'I am your friend,' and said nothing.
Then presently he added, 'Stick to your father stick to your own family let them be your objects.' Again he repeated all I have just written, nearly in the same words, but ended it more seriously; he suddenly stopped, and held me to stop too, and putting his hand on his breast, in the most solemn manner he gravely and slowly said, I will protect you, I promise you that and therefore depend upon me'
He talked to me a great deal of my dear father (a celebrity at the time), and made a thousand inquiries concerning his History of Music. This brought him to his favourite theme, Handel; and he told innumerable anecdotes of him. . . . Then he ran over most of his oratorios, attempting to sing the subjects of the several airs and choruses, but so dreadfully hoarse that the sound was terrible.
Several times during the discourse, which continued much longer, Dr. Willis interposed to induce the King to cease from this unusual exertion, and to allow Miss Burney to go home; but the King always exclaimed eagerly, " No! no! no! not yet; I have something I must just mention first." At last, however, it became necessary to put an end to the conversation.
Finding we must now part, he stopped to take his leave, and renewed again his charges about the coadjutrix. . . . Then he saluted me again just as at the meeting, and suffered me to go on."
2nd February 1789 and the King has been gravely ill with porphyria, which no one understood at the time and it was considered that he had gone mad. Fanny Burney employed as part of the Royal Household in the capacity of Second Keeper of the Robes for the Queen kept a journal of events during this period. It is largely due to these private journals, written for private consumption by her sister and friends that we have a record of events of this period, famously dramatised in the Madness of King George.
What an adventure I had this morning, one that has occasioned me the severest personal terror I ever experienced in my life.
This morning, when I received my intelligence of the King from Dr. John Willis, I begged to know where I might walk in safety. ‘In Kew Gardens,' he said, 'as the King would be in Richmond.' Taking, therefore, the time I had most at command, I strolled into the Gardens.
I had proceeded in my quick way nearly half the round, when I suddenly perceived, through some trees, two or three figures. Relying on the instructions of Dr. John, I concluded them to be workmen and gardeners; yet tried to look sharp, and in so doing, as they were less shaded, I thought I saw the person of his Majesty. Alarmed past all possible expression, I waited not to know more, but turning back, ran off with all my might. But what was my terror to hear myself pursued, to hear the voice of the King himself loudly and hoarsely calling after me, Miss Burney! Miss Burney! '
I protest I was ready to die. I knew not in what state he might be at the time . . . and that the very action of my running away might deeply offend him. Nevertheless, on I ran, too terrified to stop, and in search of some short passage, for the garden is full of little labyrinths, by which I might escape.
The steps still pursued me, and still the poor hoarse voice rang in my ears as more and more footsteps resounded frightfully behind me with the attendants all running to catch their eager master, and the voices of the two Dr. Willises loudly exhorting him not to heat himself so unmercifully.
Heavens, how I ran . . . My feet were not sensible that they even touched the ground. Soon after I heard other voices, shriller, though less nervous, call out ' Stop ! stop ! stop ! '
I could by no means consent. ... I knew not to what I might be exposed. . . . Still, therefore, on I flew. . . . ' Doctor Willis begs you to stop ! '
I cannot, I cannot ! ' I answered, still flying on, when he called out, 'You must, ma'am; it hurts the King to run.' Then, indeed, I stopped in a state of fear really amounting to agony. I turned round; I saw the two doctors had got the King between them, and three attendants of Dr. Willis's were hovering about. They all slackened their pace as they saw me stand still. ... As they approached some little presence of mind happily came to my command; it occurred to me that to appease the wrath of my flight, I must now show some confidence. I therefore faced them as undauntedly as I was able, only charging the nearest of the attendants to stand by my side.
When they were within a few yards of me the King called out, 'Why did you run away?'
Shocked at a question impossible to answer, yet a little assured by the mild tone of his voice, I instantly forced myself forward to meet him, though . . . this step . . . was so violently combated by the tremor of my nerves, that I fairly think I may reckon it the greatest effort of personal courage I have ever made.
The effort answered; I looked up, and met all his wonted benignity of countenance, though something still of wildness in his eyes. Think, however, of my surprise to feel him put both his hands round my two shoulders and then kiss my cheek!
I wonder I did not really sink, so exquisite was my affright when I saw him spread out his arms! Involuntarily I concluded he meant to crush me; but the Willises, who have never seen him till this fatal illness, not knowing how very extraordinary an action as this was from him, simply smiled and looked pleased, supposing, perhaps, it was his customary salutation.
He now spoke in such terms of his pleasure in seeing me, that I soon lost the whole of my terror. Astonishment to find him so nearly well, and gratification to see him so pleased, removed every uneasy feeling, and the joy that succeeded in my conviction of his recovery made me ready to throw myself at his feet to express it.
What a conversation followed! When he saw me fearless, he grew more and more alive, and made me walk close by his side, away from the attendant, and even the Willises themselves, who, to indulge him, retreated. I own myself not completely composed, but alarm I could entertain no more.
Everything that came uppermost in his mind he mentioned; he seemed to have just such remains of his Mightiness as heated his imagination without deranging his reason, and robbed him of all control over his speech, though nearly in his perfect state of mind as to his opinions.
What did he not say! He opened his whole heart to me, expounded all his sentiments, and acquainted me with all his intentions.
He assured me he was quite well as well as he had ever been in his life; and then inquired how I did, and how I went on and whether I was more comfortable.
If these questions, in their implication, surprised me, imagine how that surprise must increase when he proceeded to explain them! He asked after the coadjutrix, (Fanny’s Line Manager, who bullied Fanny) laughing and saying, 'Never mind her, don't be oppressed I am your friend, don't let her cast you down, I know you have a hard time of it, but don't mind her'
Almost thunderstruck with astonishment, I merely curtsied to his kind 'I am your friend,' and said nothing.
Then presently he added, 'Stick to your father stick to your own family let them be your objects.' Again he repeated all I have just written, nearly in the same words, but ended it more seriously; he suddenly stopped, and held me to stop too, and putting his hand on his breast, in the most solemn manner he gravely and slowly said, I will protect you, I promise you that and therefore depend upon me'
He talked to me a great deal of my dear father (a celebrity at the time), and made a thousand inquiries concerning his History of Music. This brought him to his favourite theme, Handel; and he told innumerable anecdotes of him. . . . Then he ran over most of his oratorios, attempting to sing the subjects of the several airs and choruses, but so dreadfully hoarse that the sound was terrible.
Several times during the discourse, which continued much longer, Dr. Willis interposed to induce the King to cease from this unusual exertion, and to allow Miss Burney to go home; but the King always exclaimed eagerly, " No! no! no! not yet; I have something I must just mention first." At last, however, it became necessary to put an end to the conversation.
Finding we must now part, he stopped to take his leave, and renewed again his charges about the coadjutrix. . . . Then he saluted me again just as at the meeting, and suffered me to go on."
I went very soon after to the Queen to whom I was most eager to avow the meeting (the Queen and Princesses had been kept apart from the King during his madness). Her astonishment and her earnestness to hear every particular were very great. I told her almost all. Some few things relating to the distressing questions I could not repeat; nor many things said of Mrs Schwellenberg (the coadjutrix) which would much and very needlessly have hurt her.
The print room |
Paean to Love |
Saturday
A Guide to picking up a picnic lunch in Brighton
Saturday morning in mid-June with the annual Queen's Park Picnic in the Park 26th June almost upon us I am resolutely ignoring the wind rattling unseasonably round my seaside square. Although the air is damp and there's a spattering of rain on my windows I start to consider picnic options with unbounding enthusiasm and an unerring faith that the weather will improve. So here is my Brighton Guide to Packing up a Picnic.
Queen's Park, Brighton |
Labels:
Bill's,
brighton,
Carluccio's,
guide for picnics,
Lidl's,
Queen's Park
Location: Brighton, UK
Queen's Park, South Ave, Brighton, East Sussex BN2 0BP, UK
Monday
Food and Wine in an English Summer Garden
Glynde, near Lewes,
East Sussex
Tel: 01273 858224
Saturday 16th July – Sunday 17th July 2011
Doors open 10am – 5pm Saturday and Sunday
Labels:
Amanda Grant,
English champagne,
Glynde,
Lord Hampden,
Peter Bayless,
Puttock PR
Location: Brighton, UK
Glynde, Lewes, Sussex, UK
Tuesday
A little more notice this time (only just) for this Sunday's Rockpreneurs Competition
The Haunt
10 Pool Valley
Brighton, BN1 1NJ
This Sunday 5th June, the day after the Kemptown festival (when the sun always shines), Mybandtv are hosting the semi-final of their Rockpreneurs competition at The Haunt.
Created to provide new bands with a showcase for their talent, the top ten semi-finalists nominated via public voting will be given the opportunity to perform three tracks live, which will be filmed for further voting after the event. Once the final three have been chosen they will be taken on a lemon bus to meet the Rockpreneurs who will decide on the winner.
The winners will receive an amazing prize, consisting of the chance to produce a single professionally, digital distribution, production of a promo video, radio play and interviews with Juice FM, Brighton and Hove Community radio and Radio Reverb, a professional photo shoot from Studio 27 and free specialist business and legal advice from Independent Label Scheme.
The bands that have made it through to this Sunday are: Birdeatsbaby, Echo Rain, Liquid Fuse, The Beautiful Word, Justice Force Five, The Doppler Shift, Imma, Subliminals, The Rumours, Killing Vegas.
The show will be presented by the Juice FM breakfast team Guy and Andrea while a DJ collective will be bringing their brand of modern and classic soul and funk to the decks to keep the party buzzing.
Watch out for the videos of the bands, which will be posted on mybandtv website for public voting from Mon 20th June – Sun 7th August 2011. The final three will be announced Mon 8th Aug.
Door entry £4
Doors open 6.30pm til late
Saturday
Short Notice I know but worth a mention, FRINGE FESTIVAL SHARING EVENT
There's a great free sharing event happening today from midday til three, if you can make it
Thanks to an email I’ve just opened from Cat at GreenCycleSussex, the free cycle service for Brighton and surrounding area (including Hove), I’ve just found out about a FRINGE FESTIVAL SHARING EVENT happening today.
Brighton Youth Centre
64 Edward Street
Brighton, BN2 0JR
Phone: 01273 681368
Thanks to an email I’ve just opened from Cat at GreenCycleSussex, the free cycle service for Brighton and surrounding area (including Hove), I’ve just found out about a FRINGE FESTIVAL SHARING EVENT happening today.
Sunday
Going Out for a Pop-up Restaurant
The Fringe Pop-up Restaurant
Whitecross Street BN1 4FA
Tel: 07553 819342
Going Out for some wall art
Going Out for some wall art
With May upon us, how quickly did that happen? Visitors to Brighton will be bombarded with art and culture literally from every angle, in every form and a great deal of it for free. This is all good and with so much to look out for I thought I'd bring you some new wall art that has recently sprung up to look upwards at. The latter I watched develop over a series of days, in part de-mystifying the impressive nature of art on such a large scale, in part further adding to its appeal.
Wentworth Street wall art, off St James' Street, Kemptown
Alice Dreams wall art, Middle Street, Brighton
With May upon us, how quickly did that happen? Visitors to Brighton will be bombarded with art and culture literally from every angle, in every form and a great deal of it for free. This is all good and with so much to look out for I thought I'd bring you some new wall art that has recently sprung up to look upwards at. The latter I watched develop over a series of days, in part de-mystifying the impressive nature of art on such a large scale, in part further adding to its appeal.
Wentworth Street wall art, off St James' Street, Kemptown
Wentworth Street, off St James' Street, Kemptown |
Alice Dreams wall art, Middle Street, Brighton
"The time has come," the Walrus said, |
"To talk of many things: |
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax-- |
Of cabbages--and kings-- |
And why the sea is boiling hot-- And whether pigs have wings." |
Friday
The Borlotti Bean Wedding Brunch
The Borlotti Bean Wedding Brunch |
~ When it comes to Royal Weddings, I find it best to enjoy with family. As my sister, heavily pregnant at the time had an inexplicable urge to re-decorate, we headed to Caroline and Ben's. Ben is a fantastic cook and inspired by a picture he once saw he decided to create his own version and provide us with a great brunch munch. Not knowing how it would turn out, but rather fancying our chances that it would be good I followed my brother in law around faithfully recording progress with photos, while Caroline and Judy painted. It seems rather apt that this should be a photo-based recipe as my brother in law was initially inspired by a picture. Although this is called a Wedding Brunch, this can be enjoyed with family and friends on any weekend.
Soften onions slowly, add garlic and bell pepper |
Season |
Roughly chop tomatoes and add along with borlotti beans |
fresh thyme |
smoked chilli flakes |
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