Wednesday, 8 October 2014

Dr Johnson's House

You get off the train at City Thameslink,
have a coffee at a well known coffee chain,
walk past shiny glass offices, high rise buildings and ubiquitous shops.


At one point it seems like you could be in any anonymous modern metropolis.
Except you're not, you're in the City of London,
London's financial and business centre,
where small (in comparison to the huge buildings that surround them)
pieces of history survive.


With the help of a scrappy photocopied map
and a smart phone that neither of you really know how to use,
you eventually find yourself here,
Gough Square,
the home of Dr Johnson.


 Dr Samuel Johnson was a truly sociable fellow,
entertaining 'clergy, politicians, preachers, actors, forgers and even murderers'.
Visitors are still welcome.


It is a beautifully preserved 18th century home.

Spread over four floors.

Samuel Johnson, for fear of being alone, after his wife had died,
surrounded himself with a wide circle of friends and acquaintances.

Friends came in person
and now remain in perpetuity on his Withdrawing Room walls.
 The Withdrawing Room, used by women,
who withdrew from the company of men after mealtimes.

Dr Johnson's house may be quiet now but it is said in his biography,
"how uncomfortable (Johnson's) home was made
by the perpetual jarring of those whom he charitably accommodated under his roof". (Boswell)

With so many visitors,
you wonder how Dr Johnson had time to write that dictionary of his.

A poor man of ill health, he wrote out of necessity.
A group of book sellers commissioned Johnson to write
a Dictionary Of The English Language,
which was published in 1755.
It was an instant best seller at £4 10 Shillings
and was the dictionary to turn to for over 100 years.

It was published in two volumes
and a facsimilie is available in the house for visitors to read today.

He had a bit of fun with some (most) definitions,
including over 110,000 quotes from English Literature.
Apparently the verb 'to put' has over 100 variations of meaning.
I wish I'd looked it up at the time.
He included plenty of wit too.
When questioned about some of his definitions, he replied,
"I must have my sport".

Here's a little of 'his sport'.
Available at the cheaper price of 35 pence in the gift shop, on a postcard.
Tea keeps me amused.
Am I idle?

With Dr Johnson long gone,
his desire to have his house full of people continued.
It was used as a community centre
by the Auxiliary Fire Service in the Second World War.

Right in the heart of London, very handy for popping in for a cuppa and a chat.

Or an impromptu music night.

As a thankyou for the hospitality shown,
the house was presented with this workshop scene
made from blitzed wood from Woolwich Arsenal.



After spending a little time in this tranquil 300 year old house,
you can begin to forget where you are,
until you look out of the window.
Straight into 21st century office block windows.

Then back to a 18th century window.
Imagine being the subject of stained glass?

Not tired, we've yet to fulfil one of Dr Johnson's most famous sayings.

We've had a great time, exploring a tiny piece of the City of London.
And there's still more to see.
A group of Small Historic Houses in London.
"A collection of nine of the city's hidden-gems;
small historic houses which tell the stories of fascinating and famous former residents."
Details on London Shh's website here.

And more info on Dr Johnson's House website here.

Thursday, 2 October 2014

Chambord: "House!"


On holiday in France we went to see Chambord
a beautiful yet absolutely huge chateau,
a royal palace,
the largest in the Loire Valley.

Chambord wasn't intended as a permanent residence,
Francoise the first only spent a few weeks a year here.
Some holiday home!

Consequently all the furnishings were temporary,
kings and queens of France, didn't travel lightly,
they brought everything with them.

Imagine carting all this stuff around and then unpacking,
hanging curtains,

and draping walls.

They really really didn't travel lightly.

My family is not that familiar with the kings and queens of France,
but helpfully their paintings are labelled.
We've heard of Marie Antoinette,
her reputation precedes her.


Wondering what kings and queens of france got up to
for those few weeks a year in their country residence,
we spotted a few clues in their taste for home decor.
This research is evidenced based,
we have no specialist knowledge of French history,
it's just based on what we saw.

Hunting

stag, 

and wild boar,
with ferocious looking hounds.

On the ground floor,
everywhere you look, 
quarry is being savagely attacked by dogs,
in oils and bronze.  

These foxes got off lightly
they look relatively unscathed.

However upstairs,
 more 'genteel' entertainment is on display.

The "National Board Game".

I say 'genteel', we obviously don't know how competitive Marie Antoinette was.
Mind you, I might have let her win, more often than not!

We recognised this game.
We loved the idea of Marie Antoinette playing bingo.
A far cry from a bingo night in the village hall.
How do you say "legs eleven" in French?

"House!"

Even Marie Antoinette's dog was more 'genteel' in appearance.
That demure face and yellow ribbon,
surely no threat to the wild boar.

Hunting and board games not for us,
we had a great time...

...playing hide 'n' seek in the fireplaces,

...reminded of Dickensian alleyways on the roof terrace,
auditioning for 'Oliver'.

...and marvelling at how this 'upstairs' stone parquet flooring,
'bounced slightly as visitors moved around the room.
Was it going to fall down?

Surely with this magnificent ceiling below, it couldn't.

I couldn't end this blog post  without showing you Chambord's famous
double helix staircase.
Two spiral staircases that intertwine over three floors
yet never meet.

Kind of simple,
but complicated,
especially as they go in the same direction.
It was said to have been designed by Leonardo da Vinci.
There's no proof though.


If you're in the area,
do pop in.
Chambord's details are on the website here.

Friday, 26 September 2014

Museum of the Broads: Holidaying

Back to the Museum of the Broads, Norfolk.

In a previous post, click here, I looked at crafts.
That was me making a connection with the Norfolk Broads,
having admitted that boats are not really 'my thing'.

But you can't blog about the Museum of the Broads
without mentioning boats and holidays.
Blakes Holiday Map 1960s

The rivers and lakes of the Norfolk Broads were formed thousands of years ago,
the result of digging up peat, when peat was used as fuel.

People have been coming to the Norfolk Broads for years, since 1800BC.
The visitors book is testament to this,
newcomers recorded on the museum's timeline.

First the Celts, Romans and then the Danes.

Then much later, the likes of us, the 'holiday visitor',
beginning their invasions around 160 years ago.

 Our invasion only lasted a week,
aboard a cruiser,
with all mod cons.

Gas hob, shower and toilet on board.

Toilets designed especially for boats,

with clear and considerate instructions for their use.

With the help of the museum phrase book,
we learnt a few words in the local language.





















Not sure if it'll catch on.
Will my kids tell me I'm 'biggoty'?
Whilst I reply, 'that's a load of 'squit!'
Actually, I like the sound of that.
'Squit!'.

We checked out the local wildlife.

(On another day, we saw three huge Cranes at Horsey Mere.)

We felt a little sorry for this mole,

as 640 of his friends were used to make this mole skin coat.
 Blame Queen Alexandra,
who in the early twentieth century made wearing mole fur popular.
However, it provided jobs,
mole catchers were paid 3d a day plus the skins.

More appropriated wildlife.
Porcupine quills to make fishing floats.
We were intrigued as to where these porcupine quills came from
as they are not a native species, to either the Norfolk Broads or the UK.

As with every holiday, there are always the opportunities to collect mementos.
Souvenirs.

Like brochures,


boat flags.


models,

and photos.

At this point, I have to give a huge shout out to the Museum of the Broads.
From what I saw, nearly every object in their collection, had been saved, collected, preserved, built, conserved, restored and donated by volunteers and local families.
Local history treasured and preserved.

Over 40 volunteers staff and maintain the museum.
As a volunteer, if you're really lucky, you get to pilot their steam launch, the Falcon,
which runs on the hour between 11am and 3pm on the River Ant.
Details on their website here.

This was a summer family holiday on the Norfolk Broads.
Imagine coming in winter and getting to use an 'ice yacht'?

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