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We spent most of the day with Becky and Ian at Emsworth.
Following a wander about the town, we lunched at The Greenhouse Café, then walked down South Street to the harbour, returning to Becky and Ian’s flat in North Street.
Opposite the flat a new tattoo studio has recently opened. Its slogan perhaps reflects its targeted clientele. During the last decade or so this test of endurance has become all the rage.
edibleemsworth.co.uk describes M. R. Starr in the High Street as a high class butchers/fishmongers serving both the general public and local restaurants. The rear rider on this passing tandem seemed content with her apple. Note the bull woven into the bead curtain screening the front door.
Further along the street stands another butcher’s whose website tells us that ‘H. H. Treagust & Sons is a family run butchers that has been trading for 90 years. It was founded by Harry Hurst Treagust in 1924 and is now owned by Richard (Great-grandson). Richard together with son Benjamin, wife Suzanne , cousin Raymond Treagust and John Pugh continue to maintain Treagust’s reputation of providing top quality goods and service.
To mark this 90th year on the High Street, son Benjamin has expanded the range of sausages available – HARRY’S Posh Pork Sausages “Flavours For All Seasons.” So check out the blackboards for this weeks special!’
Becky is often used as a consultant for charitable organisations setting up events material on line. One of her useful messages is the advice not to mix fonts. Perhaps those responsible for the recently new image of Mungo Brooks Emporium could have used her services.
In this second picture Jackie has joined Ian and me in the reflections.
Those readers capable of deciphering mirror writing will know that the public library is situated in Nile Street.
A Victorian Chapel to St Peter,
a cinema, and a theatre are all previous incarnations of the excellent Greenhouse Café where we enjoyed our lunch. It will come as no surprise that my choice was the all day big breakfast.
Becky had asked a gentleman leading a rather large animal what it was. ‘It’s a dog’ he replied. This caused great hilarity. He wasn’t sure of the breed because it belonged to his sister. Becky identifies it as an American bulldog. A little later we observed it being stuffed in a boot.
We walked past The Coal Exchange pub on the way down South Street to the harbour.
The tiles outside provided a tasteful backdrop to the brightly coloured bell attached to the bicycle leaning against the wall.
At the bottom of the Flintstones Tea Rooms was doing very well;
a small sailing vessel was being laid to rest against the harbour wall.
We spent a short time in the Victorian St James’s church, with its splendid brass eagle lectern,
its typical stained glass of the period,
and its modern communion table.
Back at home this evening Jackie and I dined on pizza and salad.
The butcher/fishmonger’s bead curtain might stop the flies but it won’t stop the bull.
Shit. Thanks, my friend, Bruce.
Ooooh, Derrick cussed! Haha!! I’m swooning over you even more 😀
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You have a real talent of looking beyond what is in front of us and finding something interesting to write about. You always seem to turn the ordinary into the interesting and the interesting into delightful pictures and narrative.
What a lovely comment, Mommer. Thank you very much
I enjoyed that wander and appreciate the facades of the establishments. I also have hundreds of photographs of stained glass windows 🙂
Thanks very much Mary. Maybe you could show us some
First I must get access to my old laptop. 🙁
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That was an enjoyable wander with you around Becky and Ian’s stomping ground. Apart from the lovely architecture and surrounds I also enjoyed some of the place names…. Flintstones Tea Rooms, for example, showing its age and its construction modus……..
I wondered if they served Rock cakes?
Good one Jackie 😀
Thanks very much, Pauline
Food and books!–sure to fulfill any hungers. 🙂 Fun walkabout
Thanks a lot Cynthia
It looks like a fun neighborhood. Thank you for the tour.
I think Jackie can now have her own Greenhouse Café! 🙂
Now there’s a thought!
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🙂 Many thanks, Merril
Loved all the old facades, such a great piece of history in each photo….thanks Derrick.
Thanks very much, Ivor.
What a colorful tour. I do like those fishes on what appears to be the altar cloth. That dog looked to me to be an American pit bull terrier, much maligned (undeservedly so, as their owners are generally responsible for their behaviors), or a Staffordshire terrier, though likely mixed with something. One of our many dogs when I was a child was a pit bull, who was a sweet, protective creature, if untrustworthy around dogs not of the pack… What a lovely day it looks you had…
The fish on the altar cloth were a work of art, they were almost embroidery sculptures, each fish stood proud of the back cloth and each scale was embroidered with metallic thread you felt you could have lifted them off the cloth and popped them back into the sea.
Great comment, Jackie. Would you like a writing job?
At first I thought they were part of the stained glass, but looked closer and saw what they likely were. Imagine a child seeing those on Sunday!
It was an excellent day, Lisa. Many thanks. The main altar they were terming the sanctuary is further back. This was indeed the altar cloth for the communion table. I expect you are right about the rather gentle dog.
It was certainly a striking piece of embroidery, those fish.
I find tattoos repelling. I like the eateries though. The brass eagle and the stained windows are a nice touch.
Thanks a lot, Uma. I agree entirely about tattoos.
Lovely meander ~thank you for taking us with you.
Thanks very much, Anne
Don’t go to near the “dog” Derrick.
I found this “The American Bulldog is NOT banned in the UK under the Dangerous Dogs Act 1991, however if you own one or are thinking of owning one, we would advise you to ensure you will receive accurate paperwork as the authorities may well have problems distinguishing this dog from dogs which are banned in the UK.
Thanks, John. I wouldn’t dream of it
Nice blog post. I had to look up the location of Emsworth. It’s just under 2 hours on the train from where I live, allowing plenty of reading time before what looks like an interesting place to visit. And it’s only a short hop to Chichester and Portsmouth. It would be quicker by car, but experience has taught me that the roads around that area can be chockablock.
Thanks a lot, Mike. Especially at this time of the year
A delightful wandering. 🙂
Thanks very much, Amy
I enjoyed the sunshine, and you snapping shots of the townspeople, as well as the architecture. Yes, wise advice to not mix up fonts — quite a jarring look! I’m not religious, but ending your post with the magnificent stained glass windows brought me back to my childhood with memories of going to church on Sundays. It was interesting to see that there’s still a sense of reverence I feel.
Thanks very much, Rose. I had a similar childhood and youth. I thought here there was such a contrast between tattoos and stained glass
Ah, tattoos and stained glass — very clever!
What a fun stroll with you!
Many thanks, Cheryl
An enjoyable tour, Derrick and Jackie!
Thanks very much, Lavinia
I so enjoyed your walkabout today.
Many thanks, Dinata
Beautiful array of buildings, Derrick! The fun spots and the bookstore were my favorites! Smiles Robin 🐦
Thanks very much, Robin X