Marylebone And Bloomsbury

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Today being a rainy one, I scanned another dozen colour slides from my Streets of London series. These are from July 2004. I tramped these streets so often that I don’t know whether these were all produced in one day during the summer of my 62nd birthday, but it is quite possible. This lengthy post quotes extensively from the internet, so readers may choose either to read or to skip the further information included.

Park Road NW1 runs off Baker Street to Regents Park. Situated next door to the Sherlock Holmes Museum, The Volunteer public house is so named because it was a recruiting station during World War 1.

Allsop Place NW1

Allsop Place NW1, lies around the corner from the Marylebone Road entrance to Baker Street Station. Can you spot Sherlock Holmes?

Conway Street W1

Dating from 1989 the Storm range of watches is rather younger than the Borough of St Pancras which was abolished in 1965 to become part of the London Borough of Camden.

Fitzroy Street W1

Fitzroy Street, W1, lies parallel to Tottenham Court Road, equidistant between Warren Street and Goodge Street underground stations. Many streets of the capital are lined with London Plane trees, the leaves of one of which almost obscures the sign.

Bidborough Street WC1

This shot is taken from the corner of Bidborough Street and Judd Street WC1 giving a view across Euston Road of the luxurious St Pancras Renaissance Hotel and the British Library. The scaffolding shows that the prolific Victorian Gothic revival architect Sir George Gilbert Scott’s magnificent hotel was, in 2004, undergoing extensive refurbishment. I suppose, at least in its materials and their colours, Sir Colin St John Wilson, intended the library to blend in with its more elaborate neighbour.

Coram Street WC1

Coram Street, WC1 is named after “Captain Thomas Coram (c. 1668 – 29 March 1751) [who] was a philanthropist who created the London Foundling Hospital in Lamb’s Conduit Fields, Bloomsbury to look after abandoned children. It is said to be the world’s first incorporated charity.” (Wikipedia) I first ventured into the Foundling Museum (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foundling_Museum) in Brunswick Square when, as an Assistant Child Care Officer in 1967, I attended a London Boroughs Training course there. I spent much of my time gazing at the art works on the walls. Little did I then know that in the 1990s I would chair a committee bringing together The Stepping Stone Community and The Thomas Coram Foundation.

Colonnade WC1

This is what Wikipedia tells us about The Horse Hospital:

“The Horse Hospital is a Grade II listed[1] not for profit, independent arts venue in central London, England, with a curatorial focus on counter-cultural histories, sub-cultures and outsider as well as emerging artists delivered through frequent events, underground film and artist’s moving image screenings, and exhibitions.[2] Founded in 1992 by Roger K. Burton,[3] the venue opened with Vive Le Punk! a retrospective of Vivienne Westwood‘s punk designs in 1993.

Initially programmed by Burton and Ian White, the venue’s reputation grew both in London and abroad. James B. L. Hollands later replaced White as curator. The artist, Tai Shani has been the programmer since 2006.

In 1998, the Horse Hospital hosted the debut British exhibition by outsider artist / painter Joe Coleman which attracted a new audience. Subsequently the venue played host to a variety of performers, musicians, artists, film makers and writers, including Dame DarcyAnita PallenbergIain AitchJack SargeantValie ExportChris CarterDavid TibetHelen ChadwickDennis CooperMorton BartlettLydia LunchBruce BickfordGee Vaucher and CrassAlejandro JodorowskyStewart HomeJeremy Reed and others.

It has also been used by various record labels, publishing houses including Soft Skull Press, Verso, Serpent’s Tail and Clear Cut Press. and journals such as Strange Attractor and Granta for special events, as well as a screening space for numerous film festivals including the Fashion in Film Festival, and London International Animation Festival amongst others.

Built originally by James Burton in 1797 as stabling for cab drivers’ sick horses, the Horse Hospital is notable for its unique stone tiled floor. Access to both floors is by concrete moulded ramps, the upper floor ramp retains hardwood slats preventing the horses from slipping. It can be found at Colonnade, Bloomsbury, London.

In 2015 The Horse Hospital was listed with London Borough of Camden as a Community Asset and the site was selected for inclusion in the British Library’s UK Web Archive as a website of cultural importance.

The Horse Hospital also houses and is supported by the ‘Contemporary Wardrobe Collection’, a fashion archive that specialises in post-war street fashion, sub-cultures and British design.”

The Friend at Hand was built in 1735.

Herbrand Street WC1

Just around the corner lis the Celtic Hotel. Tom Meyers, EuroCheapo staff writer gives it top spot:

“The Celtic Hotel is one of our favorite budget hotels in all of Europe. It ticks off the boxes for all of the things we hold dear: lovely proprietors, reasonable rates, clean rooms, and a central location. In short, it’s hard to find anything to complain about (aside from the difficulty of booking a room, given the hotel’s popularity!).

Located just down the block from Russell Square, the Celtic is comprised of three townhouses combined into a hotel, and thus its 35 rooms vary quite significantly in size. However, high ceilings and pastel-toned walls help make even the tiny singles feel a little less cramped. Furnishings are basic and utilitarian, with simple curtains and comforters, but there are a few details (like framed floral prints and cute lamps) that increase the charm quotient.

Amenities are sparse, but all rooms offer free Wi-Fi and TV. The bathroom situation depends on which type of room you book: The most basic (and cheapest) singles and doubles share toilets and showers, although all are equipped with their own in-room sinks. The most expensive rooms have private bathrooms, while there are also middle-of-the-road rooms that have either only a shower or only a toilet.

Whatever the configuration, the bathrooms are spotless and there are plenty of shared facilities to go around. The especially modest should note, however, that the “shower-no-toilet” rooms have free-standing showers—with no separate door.

Additionally, the Celtic offers one small apartment in the basement that sleeps up to four. It’s a homey space with an old fireplace, one double bed, two twins and a small kitchenette.

The Hotel Celtic has two spacious lounges, each done up with a mishmash of comfortable furniture and traditional fireplace. One has a television, and both are great for curling up with a book or stroking the resident cat (named “Dog”).

Mr. and Mrs. Marazzi, the Celtic’s very friendly Italian owners, keep the place comfortable and homey. The family is so friendly that when they moved operations (from the St. Margaret’s Hotel, a former EuroCheapo favorite located just a few blocks away), virtually their entire staff wanted to move with them. (Read our Q&A with Mrs. Marazzi here.)

While the Celtic’s rates aren’t the absolute cheapest in London, given its top-notch service and its location bang in the center of town (across the street from Russell Square, and very near the British MuseumKings Cross Station and the West End), the hotel represents a great value.

Breakfast, included in the room rate, is made to order and served in a light, airy room with mirrored walls.

Note: The hotel does not have an elevator, but three bedrooms are located on the ground floor.”

Cosmo Place WC

The 18th century ‘Queen’s Larder’, in Cosmo Place WC, according to the publicans  “takes its name from Queen Charlotte, wife of the ‘Mad King’ George III, who was receiving treatment for his apparent insanity at a doctor’s house in the square.

The Queen assisted in the nursing of her husband, by cooking for him and rented a small cellar beneath the pub, where she kept special foods for him.” 

I have taken the liberty of removing one superfluous apostrophe and inserting another that was missing.

Old Gloucester Street WC

The Mary Ward Centre (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Ward_Centre) is an adult education centre occupying converted 18th century houses at 42 Queen Square. One of the alternative entrances lies in Old Gloucester Street, WC.

Dean Street W1

Dean Street, W1 lies in the heart of Soho, a stone’s throw from our flat in Horse and Dolphin Yard in the 1970s. Examples of the modern version of the sandwich board have featured before.

This evening we dined at Lymington’s Lal Quilla. My choice of main meal was chicken jaljala; Jackie’s chicken shashlik; we shared Dal Shabji, plain Naan, and special fried rice; and both drank Kingfisher.

 

 

 

Stubble

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Today I wrote and posted almost the last of the Christmas cards, and Jackie cooked up a mass of beef stew with which she intends to feed 18 on Boxing Day.

Behind the postbox on Christchurch Road, on this late afternoon, a weak sun managed to project impressive Jesus beams over Honeylake Wood.

In September this year, BBC reported that Mark Pettit, a farmer from Gainsborough in Lincolnshire set fire to a section of stubble in one of his fields. Subject to a fine of £5,000, his act was a protest against a ban on the practice that was outlawed in 1993 because of environmental and safety concerns. Mr Pettit claims that most farmers would support its reintroduction to try to control black grass weed, which depletes crops by drawing essential nutrients from the soil. Many other countries, such as Australia, have imposed similar bans. I have not established whether the farmer has been prosecuted.

On the other side of Christchurch Road, sheep are set into the fields to carry out the task of the flames. This seems to be a general practice in this area, and is, I understand, certainly widespread in Western Australia.

Jackie set aside a couple of helpings of the beef stew for our dinner this evening. I filled my Yorkshire pudding with mine. This was served with boiled potatoes and green beans. And very good it was, too. We shared a bottle of rosé cabernet d’Anjou, 2015

Byron Road

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After a day spent writing and posting Christmas cards, buying stamps for the next batch, purchasing a Christmas present, completing our decorations, and filling up with petrol, it seemed appropriate to join the throngs viewing the lights of Byron Road.

When I featured this annual display last year, I erroneously called it Knighton Park. That is because we approached it from that road. Today, I give the residents of the amazing terrace in Byron Road the credit they deserve. A visit to the post highlighted above gives an explanation of what this communal effort is all about.

The entire terrace is adorned with various motifs on the front facade and on the left hand side wall.

Each small front garden is packed with figures, often singing and dancing. We have reindeers, Santas, snowmen, dogs, penguins, polar bears, lambs, cribs, and many more.

Enraptured children have a free run up the garden paths, in order to press buttons, gaze at the exhibits, or cuddle Father Christmas. I needed to be very careful as I backed away to frame my pictures. Otherwise I might have crushed an excited infant.

Jackie raided the freezer for Yellow Ticket  bargains for our meal this evening. This resulted in a melange of crispy chilli beef, crispy aromatic duck, and Asian vegetable rice cones, supplemented by her own egg fried rice. The space previously occupied by them is required for the Christmas stocks. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Fleurie.

Misty Moors

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Today we visited Shelly and Ron’s at Walkford for an excellent lunch and an afternoon spent in convivial company and reminiscence. The other guests were Helen and Bill.

Before lunch I joined the three sisters in laying the annual wreath on their mother’s plot in Walkford Woodland Burial Ground. This was a pleasant visit.

Roast lamb meal

Back at Shelly and Ron’s home we drank mulled wine and consumed nibbles followed by a meal of tender roast lamb served with roast potatoes and parsnips; red cabbage, broccoli, green beans, and multicoloured carrots. Red and white wines were drunk.

Trifle

This was followed by a splendid trifle enhanced by the sharpness of cranberries.

Plentiful cheese and biscuits, coffee and after eight mints completed the meal, even though, as Helen pointed out, it wasn’t quite five o’clock. Conversation continued into the evening.

On our way to Walkford we diverted for a short drive through the moors around Wootton.

Vegetable scraps

I decided that a sprinkling of vegetable peelings in the forest was unlikely to be someone starting a compost heap, but rather food some kindly individual had laid out for the absent ponies. These creatures were keeping a low profile.

Trees in mist

The morning mist, even at lunchtime, had not yet completely cleared. Nearer trees were quite visible,

but greater distance led to obscurity.

Naturally we needed no more sustenance when we arrived home.

Natural Monochrome

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Anyone having followed the broadband connection saga will no doubt share my delight in the fact that this morning I uploaded the ten following pictures in five minutes. Until James Peacock flew in to the rescue any one image would take far longer than that.

The Needles foghorn reverberated around Downton this morning, as sea mist combined with low sun to produce beautiful monochrome garden scenes. Silent pigeons in the trees were unfazed by this.

Misty trees

The final picture is of Christchurch Road, showing the murky driving conditions.

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Incidentally, peacocks can fly, albeit no great distance.

Throughout the day, Jackie worked on the Christmas decorations. She finished the tree, but this is only the start of the festooning. In the last of these photographs I chose to focus on the reflected image of our wedding photograph from 1968 lit by Giles’s stained glass lamp.

This evening we dined on Carbonara pasta topped with bacon and served with broccoli and cauliflower florets. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank Collin-Bourriset Fleurie 2015.

Sorted

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James, of Peacock Computers, returned today to set up the fibre optic broadband.

He began with his coat on, but soon discarded it. Naturally, I don’t fully understand the process. Actually, I don’t understand it at all. Lots of clicking of the mouse was involved. Various differently designed and coloured boxes appeared on the screen. Much scrolling up and down ensued. After lots of details and numbers were inserted, James got down on his knees. This was not to thank The Lord, but to read routers on the floor. Telephone calls were made with the service providers. A speed test revealed green and yellow blocks of colour showing download and upload speeds. The problematic upload speed is now five times that which it was before.

James Peacock

To ensure that the problem really was sorted, we uploaded the above photographs, beginning with this one of James.

Such is the monopoly of BT in this country that they supply all the phone lines, but are incapable of installing a fibre optic broadband more than 1 kilometre from the cabinet that contains the necessary equipment. That has to be done by another company who cannot supply the lines.

Christmas tree

In the meantime, Jackie has made a start on decorating the Christmas tree.

Haddock and chips

We have often walked past Lymington Fish Bar on the way to Lal Qilla, but never before entered it. On a recent post featuring Lymington Quay, a reader named Rob spoke of how he had loved to eat their fish and chips whilst seated on the harbour wall. This was the prompt we needed. We dined there this evening on cod/haddock, chips, and onion rings. Jackie drank San Miguel and I drank a good Italian pino grigio. Food and service was excellent. A good recommendation, Rob.

Mastering The Technique

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Well, I’m still struggling to upload photographs. James Peacock came this morning to get fibre optic broadband under way, but BT Open Reach had not taken the last step in installation. This appears to have been done late this afternoon so James will return tomorrow.

While James was wrestling with this, I chatted to a blackbird enjoying a brunch of crab apples. This one has now mastered the technique of chipping away at the fruit without knocking it to the ground. The bird no longer attempts to swallow the meal whole, but neither does it lose it like a toddler learning to use a fork. In fact it was very like a little person, in that bits of food tended to be plastered over its beak.

Our friends Margery and Paul came to lunch and we enjoyed our usual fun conversation well into the afternoon. Jackie made a delicious spinach soup which was followed by a plentiful salad with haloumi, ham, and pork and chicken pie. After that, ham sandwiches sufficed this evening.

Winter Quarters

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Fibre optic broadband installation takes place in the exchange, and we cannot obtain a projected time for the work. It could be as late as midnight. James Peacock will therefore bring the router tomorrow morning. So the uploading struggles continue today.

Today’s fresh blooms in the rose garden are those of Crown Princess Margareta; and the honeysuckle on the entrance arch is under the reasonable impression that Spring has arrived.

Quay Hill

This afternoon we visited Dials on the bottom corner of Quay Street, Lymington, to buy a Christmas present;

then walked down to the quayside. A friendly young fisherman I have featured both in Lymington and in Mudeford, was steering his little boat into dock. I wonder if his

coracle?

and this one are kinds of coracle.

My young friend explained that he spends the period from the winter months to Easter at Lymington, because this calmer harbour is much safer than the other, which is exposed to the open sea. Crab pots, ropes, and buoys are neatly piled on the quay.

Boats

There was no other activity on the water with its forest of masts,

except for that of mallards and gulls ignoring the signs forbidding diving and mooring.

 This evening we enjoyed a second helping of Hordle Chinese Take Away’s delicious food. Jackie drank Hoegaarden whilst I chose Doom Bar.

Carols On The Green

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Tomorrow fibre optic broadband is due to be installed. During recent weeks I have not bored either my readers or myself with details of the continuing struggles I have been engaged on in uploading my photographs to WordPress, save to mention that I spent much of today in grappling with yesterday evening’s images.

As previously mentioned, Ian collected Jackie and me after lunch yesterday, and drove us to Emsworth to join up with Becky for us to drive in convoy to Upper Dicker. Ian then drove me, and Becky drove Jackie.

We left in good time, which was fortuitous, because the journey, already very slow, came to a virtual standstill on the Eastbourne stretch of the A27. Eventually the flashing blue lights of ambulance and police car betrayed that an accident was the cause. It was very dark, rain spattered the windscreen, and Ian and I stared at what we could see of our respective partners’ rears.

Happily, we arrived just in time for the start of what was intended to be carols on the village green. In the event it was so wet and muddy, that most people congregated around the front of The Village Shop. It seemed as if the entire population of Upper Dicker including the full complement of St Bede’s school, was in attendance. The snowflakes effect was the happy result of the camera’s flash fixing on the raindrops. Large umbrellas were much in evidence.

Children at table

Inside the shop plentiful mulled wine and variations on minced pies were on offer.

Didi, the shop chef, made a splendidly engaging Santa Claus in his grotto that was the garage store room. The story of how we acquired the pictured reindeer is told in ‘Surprise’.

During the singing Poppy perched on her mother’s arm, as Tess mingled with her guests. When it came to seating her on Santa’s lap, our granddaughter, showing sensitive discernment, produced very rare signs of distress. Fortunately a little friend was on hand to wipe away the tears and help the toddler open her present.

After the event, Becky stayed at Upper Dicker and Ian drove Jackie and me all the way home and stayed the night, returning to Emsworth after lunch.

When Jackie visited Hordle Chinese Take Away for our dinner this evening, Mr Chatty Man Chan was collecting his boys from a pantomime in which they had participated. His wife therefore served her. We. as usual, enjoyed the food, but neither of us imbibed.

It’s Beginning To Look A Little Like Winter

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Today’s weather was in complete contrast to yesterday’s. Although it was even warmer, rain persisted throughout the day. For as long as I felt I could risk soaking the camera I crept around the garden with it.

The deciduous trees have now lost most of their leaves; the cryptomeria japonica is sprouting new growth; bright yellow bidens continue to bloom; camellias are beginning to bud; even the blackbirds have kept away from the glistening crab apples. Crazy, I know, but it is beginning to look just a little like winter.

At lunchtime Ian came to collect us and take us, via Emsworth, to Tess’s Christmas event at the Village Shop. Whatever time we get home, I don’t expect to be in a fit state for posting any more, so I’ll do a bit more tomorrow.