Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts

Sunday, 5 December 2010

Cheer up! It might never happen!


I read today about the new developments
that are planned at Glasgow Airport?

BAA Glasgow plans to invest some £200 million over the next ten years at Glasgow Airport on new terminal and airfield infrastructure, delivered at no cost to the Scottish taxpayer. Recent developments include the first phase of Glasgow Airport’s £31 million ‘skyhub’ terminal extension, offering state of the art security, more space to relax, and a wider choice of bars, shops and restaurants. Planned developments include further refurbishment of the airport, and a new rail link by 2013.


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"state of the art security"
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Sunday, 29 August 2010

"Down the Cut"

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Some of you may have noticed that I have added a link to “Ramblings of a Boatwoman”. Her blog is actually called “My Life on the cut. - From a female perspective” and I am enjoying reading it very much.
I have been following her journey by referring to my canal maps.
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You see, I have also been reading the ‘Water Road’ by Paul Gogarty. He is a travel writer for the Daily Telegraph and spent four months travelling 900 miles of England’s waterways.
The old maps are very useful to see exactly where people are.
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Paul, not looking where he's going!
(or perhaps 'going astern'?)

I have always been fascinated by our canal system and would just love to go off and explore.
My very first view of a canal would have been at Bournville, where the Worcester & Birmingham canal ran alongside the railway for many miles. When I was young, six or seven, Mother would take us to the Cadbury factory to wave to our Father. Now he worked in an area called ’waterside’, for the very reason it was alongside the canal. Here we could watch the trains, watch the canal boats and at a pre-arranged time, wave to Dad, who would come out onto those steps on the left of the picture below.
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Waterside - Cadburys, Bournville.

Later on, when at Grammar school, my mate and I would take his canoe to the ‘cut’ at Kings Norton and paddle up and down. We had to take it in-turns as it only seated one.
Kings Norton is at the junction of the W & B canal and the Stratford canal (the very same Stratford-on-Avon ie Shakespeare). There is a 2726 yard long canal tunnel here called Wast Hill Tunnel and we, being foolhardy lads, used to paddle off down into the darkness with no lights or life-jackets. They were the days!
I was hooked and set about building my own (as I would) in woodwork classes. I finished all the wooden framing and took it home to cover it with canvas.
This never came to be - I cannot recall why the project came to a halt - probably because of cost.
It wasn’t until 1973 that I got a real chance to see more of the canal system. A group of eight of us, hired two boats for a week, and set off up the Oxford canal. We travelled for three days and then turned round on the Grand Union and spent three days coming back. That’s me on the right of the picture in my Aran sea-going wooly pully. (Which incidentally, my Mother knitted for me and…..yes, you’ve guessed I, still have it today.)
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Oxford Canal - 1973
(with Chris & I think Lorraine, from NZ)

I also, still have the book we used way back in ‘73. I’m sure it is still valid, even though 37 years old, as canals and locks have a habit of staying put!
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Now I don’t have any music to offer on canals but many songs were written.
There is a link here to a site where you can hear quite a number.
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Saturday, 21 August 2010

"Hearts of Oak"

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"Mighty Oaks from Little Acorns grow"

Not far from here is a Pub called the Spade Oak. A “Spade Oak” tree was I guess, named after the outline shape being similar to the shape of the ‘Ace’ on playing cards.
However, I was not in the Spade Oak yesterday, but in Selly Oak, a little north of Bournville, where I was born.

To some in this country, Selly Oak may be recognised from the news, as the hospital used as the main treatment centre for military casualties from Afghanistan and Iraq.
It is also sadly the place for many of those who do not ‘pull through’.
It is also the hospital where, holding her hand, I said my last goodbye to my Mother.

But yesterday was a happy occasion, for I was at the wedding of my nephew Graham, to Julia at St. Mary’s church, Selly Oak.
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Selly Oak used to be in the Parish of Northfield, but with the large increase in population of Victorian times it was decided that the new Parish of St Mary, Selly Oak should be established and that they should have their own church.
The construction of St Mary's took just over a year, and the church was consecrated on 12 September 1861.

About 30 years ago, brother Adrian and Jan were also married in this church, and my Mother, always keen to dip into her paint-box, produced several water-colours of the church.
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'St. Mary's in the snow' by Dorothy Johns.

The tower above the North West corner, carries a 45 metre spire, which can be seen from many parts of South Birmingham.

Bournville was, and still is, completely 'dry', as the Cadbury family were all Quakers.
No pubs were allowed in Bournville and in fact no sales of alcohol in shops at all.
In Bournville today, is the only Tesco in the country that does not sell the 'evil liquor'.
The thirsty people of Bournville had several options. Firstly there was the 'Beer at Home' vans ("Beer at home. means Davenports" the adverts said) and then there was the option of a trudge up Oak Tree Lane to Selly Oak to one of the many pubs (alas most now gone).
So in 1959, just being old enough to drink, I with two friends made the journey up to the "Old Oak" for our first ever pints!
I tried everywhere to find a picture of this old pub, but the nearest I got was this picture below.
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That is the side of the pub on the left. I know not great -
but interesting all the same.
Look at the old petrol pumps on the pavement.
I used to fill up my first motorbike there.

There are many theories on how Selly Oak received its name.

Some later sources claim that the name refers to Sarah's oak (later Sally's oak) after a local witch who was either hanged from it or was buried under it with an oak stake through her heart, which later it was claimed grew into an oak tree.

The centre of the district is the junction of Oak Tree Lane and the Bristol Road where the 'original' Selly Oak stood. This was a tree planted by John Rodway in what were then the grounds of his Selly Oak House in 1830 to celebrate the coronation of William IV. However, in 1909 the dying tree had to be felled, its roots damaged by the building of the nearby houses, now converted into shops.

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The tree stump was ceremonially placed in Selly Oak Park where Kings Norton and Northfield District Councils placed a plaque which read.....
'Butt of Old Oak Tree,
from which the name of Selly Oak was derived.
Removed from Oak Tree Lane, Selly Oak 1909'.

The remains of both stump and plaque may still be found.

There were stories about a witch called Sally, but it is thought it may have been a variant and local pronunciation of the name as 'Sally' Oak. Indeed the name is actually recorded as Sally Oak on a canal map produced by John Snape in 1789.
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The 'cut' at Selly Oak.

The construction of the Worcester & Birmingham Canal had a major impact on Selly Oak. Work began at Gas Street Basin in 1792, the cut reaching Selly Oak soon afterwards, but it was to be another twenty-three years before the line was completed to Worcester. The canal took coal and industrial products south and brought grain, farm produce and building materials to Birmingham. Salt was transported from Droitwich from the 1830s and from the early 20th century Cadburys brought the raw ingredients for chocolate-making to their Bournville wharf.


Monday, 12 July 2010

‘Arboretum Music’

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If I remember rightly there used to be a competition between five Counties.
I can’t be quite sure, but I expect it was a cricket championship and I have no idea which were the five counties.
On Saturday, however, I managed to visit five counties; only a fleeting visit for three.
I started off in Bucks, went up through Oxfordshire into Warwickshire, across into Worcestershire and finally sneaked into Shropshire by a knats whisker!

I was off to the wedding of one of my nieces, Rosemary, who was ‘tying the knot’ with Adam. The Wedding itself was in the church in Blakedown, Worcestershire and the reception was held in the grounds of Arley Arboretum, Shropshire.

Note: The website says Worcestershire!
I have no doubt that they know where they are!
But......I passed a great big sign saying
'Welcome to Shropshire'......I also knew where I was!
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(click on any photo for a larger view)

This Arboretum at Arley is one of the oldest Arboretums in Great Britain. Tucked away in the beautiful countryside not far from Bewdley, it boasts more than 300 species of trees in formal and informal plantings and gardens.
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The collection includes many rare and spectacular domestic and exotic trees. Nestling in the Severn Valley and overlooking the river, it has been growing and maturing in this idyllic setting for two centuries. It is also situated within ‘whistling’ distance of the Severn Valley Railway - a beautifully preserved and fully working steam railway.

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My Organetto di Barbebia in the Italian garden.

The reception was in a marquee and I had been asked to play some suitable ‘Arboretum Music’ in the garden whilst the guests partook of Pimms and canapés. (whatever they are? - I never found out as I was only trusted with orange juice!)
I was all ready to play ‘Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree’ when I was asked for a bit of Handel, the Bride's favourite. So I started with the 'Arrival of the Queen of Sheba'.
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A Grinders eye view.

The first time I took the organ on a hundred mile trip, the vibration of the car caused one or two parts to work lose - nothing fell off, and they only needed tightening up. It is always a bit of a worry, but this time everything stayed in its place and even in all this heat, it stayed in tune.

Many thanks to Adrian & Jan for laying on a wonderful reception and of course my very best wishes to Rosie & Adam. Cheers!

Finally an apology to CherryPie who was hoping for some 'stunning' photos of the Arboretum.
I'm afraid that, I never got round to it. What with playing the organ, getting it back in the car and then the reception itself, I didn't find time for a stroll around the grounds. Sorry.
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Friday, 25 June 2010

On Sitting outside Pubs

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Many years ago (circa 1975) I used to be a member of CAMRA.
The Campaign for Real Ale.

CAMRA led one of the largest consumer revolutions of all times. It proved to the Brewers that not everyone wanted the characterless processed beers that at that time were being forced on the public. Here in Berkshire and Buckinghamshire were active groups producing their own local Good Beer Guides.
Well the word got round that I was a bit of an artist and the groups approached me to see if I could do some small 'Pen and Ink' drawing of some of the pubs. Not every pub, just a few to break up the pages and pages of listed pubs. There were about 400 in Berkshire.

So off I went to sit outside pubs in Berkshire and Buckinghamshire
and make a few sketches.
Well that is my excuse and I'm sticking to it!

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The Elephant & Castle - Amersham

The results of my labours soon showed up in these little guides.

They were not of course meant to be proper pictures,
just a small illustration.

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The Old Five Bells - Burnham

The publishers wanted black and white drawings rather than photographs, or coloured pictures, in order to keep the costs down. This was way back in 1977.
Today, with all this computer technology, thing would be totally different of course.

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The Blackbird - Bagnor

I've just picked out a few here.
Mustn't bore you with dozens of pictures of pubs.

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The Chequers Inn - Wooburn Common

Some of the pubs, like the one above, started using my line drawings in the local press to advertise their restaurants.
One year CAMRA asked me to do a Christmas card drawing for them with a bit of snow.
I did not sit outside for this one!
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The Cricketers - Littlewick Green

It was done on 'Scraper-board' in the summer and the snow was added by scraping away more of the black backing.
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A sketch done on holiday in Cornwall - just for fun!
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PS Anyone spot that those Beer bottles are 30 years old?
A couple still have beer in them!
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Sunday, 29 November 2009

South Of The Border

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O come with me, Ghosts walk tonight,
Victims of bloody border fight
Who made our English history,
Grey phantom Percies lead the way
Against the Douglas chivalry,
Grey ghosts of ancient mystery.

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Recently I've been reading about Northumberland on Cherry Pie's blog.
It looks a facinating place.
I have been 'north of the border' many times, but seem to have always, quite literately, flown over the actual border and its regions. I guess I should have taken my fathers advice and paid it a visit. He always loved walking and this was one of his favourite regions.

As England's 'Border County', it is not surprising that many great battles have been fought on Northumbrian soil between the English and the Scots. Most notable were the battles at Otterburn (1388) and at Flodden Field (1513), but there were many other lesser known battles and Border feuds fought in Northumberland. Until the Union of the English and Scottish Crowns in 1603 life in the Border County could be extremely dangerous and was often a one of strife and misery.

The only music that spring to mind is:-

"South Of The Border (Down Mexico Way)"

South of the border, down Mexico way.
That's where I fell in love where stars above, came out to play.
And now as I wonder, my thoughts ever stray.
South of the border, down Mexico way.

Sorry no sheet music cover today.........but on the subject of borders:-
There seems to be quite a large variation in welcoming parties for illegal immigrants at border crossings....

North Korean border, you get 12 years' hard labour.
Iranian border, you are detained indefinitely.
Afghan border, you get shot.
Saudi Arabian border, you will be jailed.
Chinese border, you may never be heard from again.
Russian border, you will be branded a spy and your fate will be sealed.
Cuban border, you will be thrown into political prison to rot.

UK Border, you get
Free healthcare
An unearned income
A home
Free education for your kids
Furnishings for your home
Free dentistry
Free use of an infra-structure paid for by the toil and taxes of previous generations
The free use of all social facilities
Free translation services
Agencies that will help you settle in
Free round the clock police protection
You will find the law is weighed in your favour

And I expect you'd like a 'border' joke to finish...

A young boy arrived late for school.
“Why are you late, Norman?“ asked the teacher.
“I’m sorry, miss, but I had to get my own breakfast today.”
“All right, Norman. Settle down. We are doing geography and here is a map of Asia. Can you tell me where the Pakistan border is?”
“Yes miss, in bed with Mum. That’s why I had to get my own breakfast.”
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