An ode to the cows

O, cows

O, cows, o, cows,
Of Petersham Meadow,
Every day I walk by
And see you as I go.

O, cows, o, cows,
What a wonder you are,
You make me feel
Like I live on a farm.

O, cows, o, cows,
Your home has been here,
But now you are off,
For another career.

O, cows, o, cows,
Now the fields are empty,
And our hearts are empty,
Our lives are empty.

O, cows, o, cows,
We shall always remember,
The months you were here,
Before you left in November.*

*They actually left in October but October doesn’t rhyme with remember. Deal with it.

Erdigg House (Part 2)

It’s time for my regular guest blogger, Rambler5319, to take over so sit back and enjoy.

 

This is the second part of our visit to Erdigg House which I began last week (23.10.13).

The original owner Joshua Edisbury had the place built in the 1680s. However it seems, even in his rather exalted position of High Sherriff of the county of Denbighshire, that he overreached himself eventually going bankrupt. Interesting connection here is that Elihu Yale (founder of Yale University) was a neighbour of Edisbury; and it was Yale who called in the mortgages that caused Edisbury to go bankrupt. Nice neighbour? In 1718 the house was bought by John Mellor (Master of the Chancery) who extended it and after he died his nephew Simon Yorke inherited it (1733) after which it remained in the Yorke family until 1973 when the NT took it over.

We finished off with stuff about the lengths these big houses had to go to in filtering their water to make it safe to drink. Also how we take it for granted that if we turn our taps on we can immediately fill a glass and just drink it.

We pick things up this week with a couple of notices which remind us that though this house was very grand, situated in its massive 2,000-acre estate and far from any neighbours, danger still lurked.

Look at this & the crime outlined:

Yes that’s right, at the end of Aug 1824 someone broke into the garden on a Saturday night or early on a Sunday morning at Erdigg House: (old spelling Erthig). The thief (or thieves) stole some fruit. Now remember this was food for the house; gardeners were employed to tend, cultivate & harvest the fruit often grown in glasshouses. One in particular, for grapevines, was off limits for all but a special few in case the grapes were taken. The notice is dated 31 Aug 1824 which was a Tuesday so he’d had the printing done pretty quick and got them put up around the area. The reward is Ten Guineas. (A guinea is £1.05p so total value then £10.50p: just over £750 in today’s money.) He was definitely keen to catch the robbers.

Next up is this one:

It says that: “Persons have of late made a practice of passing and re-passing before the front of Erthig House after dark and at all hours of the night without having any business at the house etc…..”

The servants have been ordered to detain whoever they find trespassing on the property so that they can be prosecuted. It is dated 1826 just a few years after the previous notice. Clearly the house seems to have been a target. However you would have thought that whoever was doing the “passing & repassing” might have just had a recce then left and not keep coming back; and especially not get seen. Perhaps they were just trying to intimidate the owner.

Can you guess what this is?

No? How about if I tell you it’s called a Witch Dust Extractor are you any the wiser?

We came into one of the rooms and there it was just on the floor. Basically you attach the flexible tube to the machine, add a suitable nozzle for whatever you are cleaning and then you stand on the pedals pushing down alternately with your left foot & right foot. Simple eh? Well except it means you need at least two people to do the work. The instruction sheet tells you how to hook it up, get the right nozzle, suck up the dust and when full empty it. Underneath is a section called “NOTE”. I think it’s worth checking this out so have a read of how the manufacturers tried to allay Edwardians’ fears concerning this new technology:

“Do not be dismayed if after a little pedalling you feel tired – everyone experiences that at first. The fact is you are employing a new set of muscles but after a little perseverance they get so accustomed to it that lengthy spells will cause no inconvenient fatigue. In the meantime it affords ease if two persons engage in the work and change places as often as tired.

The moment the machine becomes less easy to operate it is a sign the bag material is clogged. The spare bag should then be used and the other one washed and kept ready.

Neither should you be dismayed if at FIRST you find it takes a considerable time to get a room cleaned but remember that when accumulated dust is once removed a speedy application of the Dust Extractor is sufficient to keep it clean.

It is not suggested that this machine be used DAILY – probably WEEKLY is sufficient……”

It cost 6 guineas (£6.30p) – £564 in today’s money.

So there you have it – not only can you hoover your carpets, curtains or whatever but your partner/colleague can also keep fit! We’ve got wind up radios, wind up torches, so why not a sort of wind up vacuum? Why ever did these things go out of business?? (I must get hold of James Dyson – I’m sure he’ll be able to invent a modern version.) What a great machine. And don’t forget once you’ve persevered there is “no inconvenient fatigue”. Yeah, right!

Now I wonder if you’ve ever thought about all those step/running machines you use in the gym. I’ll bet they’re connected to something – maybe not a vacuum but what if they’re connected to a generator so as you exercise you’re generating electricity for the gym. Now there’s a thought!

Fire was an ever-present hazard in days gone by because of the amount of wood in the buildings and the number of open fires. I was intrigued to see coloured glass bottles hanging up around the house and in the kitchen area in particular. These dark blue glass containers were called Harden Star Grenades.

Here are some in the hall area

Here’s the notice & instructions on how to use them:

The idea was that where a fire had started you threw the bottle (container) at the base of the fire and the contents vapourised starving the fire of the oxygen it needed to burn. Many were filled with carbon tetrachloride as it vapourises straight away. However we now know even just inhaling it can have seriously damaging effects on the liver, kidneys & brain. And wait for this – some folks today actually collect these things! Note at the bottom the address, in italics, of the manufacturers – they’re in Peckham. Those of you in the UK will know Del Boy & Rodney lived in Peckham. The whole “Grenade” idea has a feel that a Victorian version of them must have been behind something like this.

If you have just 1 minute watch this vid which shows you what they look like close up:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LwPsHq1SSA0

We went into the servants’ hall; there was a long 4-plank refectory table with swords mounted up on the ceiling. Apparently the Yorke family raised a troop of Denbighshire Militia and the swords are from them. If you imagine them as a clock face, look at the 5 o’clock position just up and slightly left from the axe on the right hand side underneath. Can you see there is an empty space – no sword?

Here’s a clearer pic on Flickr

http://www.flickr.com/photos/spectrefloat/6305628345/

Here’s one of those boards with loads of bells on for the servants to know which room they required to go to.

And a dining table set a meal. Note the two high columns at the far end.

This metal bowl is dated – you should be able to see 1663. Wow, 350 years old!

This next item is a kind of early record player.

The discs have a series of raised dots and little troughs spaced out so that when the arm travels over them it produces notes that will make a tune. You can probably see the one on the machine is something by Mozart; the one on the table is The Fairy Wedding Waltz by J.W. Turner (not the painter – he was J.M.W. Turner).

If, like me, you don’t know that one have a listen/watch here. Maybe open a new window and let it play while you read.

http://gaslanternrecords.com/our-music

and then click on no.6 for a brief sample of the music. The last few bars of the clip remind me slightly of part of Strauss’s Blue Danube Waltz (famously used in the film 2001: A Space Odyssey). Both were creations of the 1860s but Fairy Wedding came first in 1863 followed by Blue Danube in 1867.

There was some sheet music rolled up and put in the trumpet’s horn in this carrying case.

Can you see the title of the music composed by Fred W. Leigh. No comment! I wonder if you knew that Fred Leigh also wrote that famous cockney tune: Don’t Dilly Dally (My Old Man Said Follow The Van…).

Have a watch of this one and tell me you’re not singing along by the end of it. Go on I dare you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfW3TxQhy20

I’ll have to finish there otherwise it’ll just go on for too long. Maybe there’ll be a part three if you’re not fed up with Erdigg House. It’s a great place – there was just so much to see and we didn’t get to explore everywhere as there just wasn’t time.  

What a mess

The children are visiting at the moment.

Yesterday Molly and I had matching pigtails.

It was fun.

We also went swimming. When we went in the small kiddies pool, Molly said, “Oo, it feels warm and hot and nice. Like chocolate mousse.” Which is fair enough, I guess.

While everyone else was having fun and splashing about, I decided to go for a swim in the big pool. I didn’t have my goggles but I thought I’d just deal with it. It’s fine. No problem. Off I went, to the grown up pool and got in the lap lane and got my Olympic brain on and set off.

It was a disaster, people! It was a disaster. I started with breast stroke. My face went under so I closed my eyes and breathed out and when I came up, I opened my eyes but there was still lots of water on my face which went in my eyes so that hurt. And confused me. So the next time I went under, I closed my eyes too late. Which confused me further so I forgot to breathe out properly. The next time I came up, my eyes were stinging and I had loads of water in my nose and mouth.

I was a mess. I started to get all breathless cause I was breathing in and out all at the wrong time. My face was a mess cause my eyes were red and I was coughing and spluttering like an idiot. I was panting like an old person trying to climb stairs.

It was just all wrong. All wrong.

I’ll never get to the Brazil Olympics like this. I feel like I’ve really let myself down.

Recent photos from my walk home

The weather is changing recently and the sky is different colours and everything looks a little different every day. Here are some photos I have taken over the past ten days or so.

Breaking the rules

This morning, I am joining in with Emily and Kelly’s Remember The Time blog prompt.

For some reason, the first thing that sprung to mind is the following story. It’s a bit feeble but I’m just going to run with it.

When I was about ten years old, I had an operation on my hip and spent about six weeks with plaster down both of my legs. A lady used to bring me work from school so I didn’t fall behind. I think, actually, because I didn’t have anyone around me to distract me, I got quite far ahead with things. When I then went back to school, I was ahead of everyone else and bored so I got a bit restless and naughty.

Because my operation meant I had to use crutches for a little while and had a huge healing scar, I couldn’t go swimming. I used to still go along to the swimming pool but would just sit on the side.

This particular day, I had an idea that I wasn’t going with them, I’m not sure why. Then someone came and found me and said I was supposed to be on the bus. So off I toddled towards the school gates to the bus. My teacher, Miss Moore, saw me as I approached the bus and came over and really bollocked me.

She was going, “We were looking everywhere for you. We’re really late now. You’ve held everyone up.”

And this, my friends, is the moment at which I totally broke the rules. I broke the rules of the teacher-pupil relationship. I broke my own rules of good behaviour. I broke the rules of respecting authority. This was the first thing that sprung to mind when I saw that I had to write about breaking the rules.

When my teacher shouted at me for being naughty, I said…..

“So.”

Wowzers! What on earth was that about?! That is crazy talk.

I remember being quite shocked that that had come out of my mouth and being like, “Omygoodness, she’s gonna go mad!”

And even though I’m 28 years old and have done lots of other things in my life, had numerous jobs and lived in many different places, for some reason, this singular incident when I was 10 years old is my first thought when I am asked to write about breaking the rules. 

Things I have learned about myself in the kitchen

1. Sometimes, I can spend all day doing things but somehow, when I get to the end of the day, I feel like I haven’t done anything.

2. Every so often, I spend a whole day burning things.

3. When I feel something might not turn out well, I need to trust that feeling, rather than going “I’m sure it’s going to be fine.” Often, it is not going to be fine and I curse myself for not listening to my instincts.

4. I can be grumpy in the kitchen. Boy, can I be grumpy! I’m sure you were all under the impression that I am quite lovely and bright as a daisy and Mother Earth-y. Weren’t you?… Weren’t you? Well, it appears, I’m not. I’m as shocked as you are, readers. I’m as shocked as you are.

5. I can spend hours washing leaves and drying them. Sorrel is probably my least favourite thing to wash because it doesn’t respond well to being spun. If you separate each leaf out and lay them on some paper towel to air dry, they are happier but it takes f o r e v e r.

6. I didn’t know that eggs are classed as ‘raw meat’ in the kitchen. That’s not really something I’ve learned about myself but it’s still an interesting kitchen-related fact.

7. I do not drink enough when I work in a kitchen. I think it’s because I’m spending less time by the coffee machine. Usually, making drinks for other people will prompt me to think of making myself a cup of tea or getting some water. But in the kitchen, I’ve got out of that habit. Sometimes I’ll get to the end of my working and realise I’ve drunk nothing all day.

8. I don’t like a cake to go out untasted. Because that would just be careless. What kind of cake baker would give the public something they hadn’t tasted? And so I eat a lot of cake. Some people might say it’s just greed because, really, if the same batch of cake mix made 6 carrot cakes, does each individual cake need to be tasted? A lot of people would say no. I would say that you can never be sure so it’s best to taste them anyway.

9. If it is quiet, my Fast Mode doesn’t quite kick in. I can hear a voice in the back of my head telling me to start cleaning and get a head start on it all so I don’t have as much to do at closing time. So I look around and see bits of lemon icing splatted on the surfaces and scone mix all over the Hobart mixer and scraps of stuff on the floor and I’ll be like, “Hmm, what needs doing? Nope, nothing. It looks fine in here.” Then I get to the end of the day and I’m like “Omygoodness there’s sooooo much to do.”

10. The little paper hats you have to wear in the kitchen always make me feel a little sailorish. Or Thunderbirdsish. Let’s go with Thunderbirds. And it is a known fact of life that everything is more exciting if you pretend you are in Thunderbirds.

Search terms 11

It’s a while since I had a look into my search terms. There’s always something interesting in there and when I checked, sure enough, there was some crazy nonsense that I felt it necessary to share. I’m hoping that the person looking for ‘unusual quirky different sister jewellery’ found what she was looking for here and if someone could tell why there isn’t a cow in Peppa Pig, I would much appreciate it. Thanks.

rubbish advert
tissue paper jumpers
womananddogsex
lemon a musica muntchausen
kate moss highgate
backstreet boys wrapping paper
oh freddled gruntbuggly meaning
george coleridge highgate
rabbit confit michell roux
bird droppings on shoulder
“lesley duncan sing children sing” blog
captions rubber boobs
passing driving test
looking through an old photo album
touch lucky key
sandy denny isle of mull
does the lucky key in chat magazine work
a jibe won t raise a blister
woolton old name domesday book
transvestite boobs
i hate kingston university
waltham place
how to spring load a lazy 18 yr old
complaints about the application process at kingston uni
story of the wooden spoon
george michael highgate mansion
sweaty back
“nose pierced” dreadlocks
suicide bridge archway road
no self raising flour can iuse bicarbiccat to do
can one died from closing window after panting house
who lives on the grove highgate
why is there no cow in peppa pig?
archway bridge london suicide
gradbach youth hostel to three shires head – walking route
prettythings&more
ramblers groups northwich
tir na nog van morrison
what would a scullery maids day be like?
swim gods
look inside the farmhouse mill gradbach
chop vegetables fast
suicide bridge archway news
tesco price promise vouchers
yaaya: majic trics
unusual quirky different sister jewellery
graham lockey

Thoughts

I have my first ghost tour today. It is for a group of volunteers so not the paying public as such but if anyone is likely to know if I’m getting stuff wrong it’s them. So I’m nervous for that.

Where is my shopping delivery? It’s Thursday morning and I want my milk and eggs, goddammit!

I may have sold my soul to moo.com. I can’t get enough of it! Business cards, postcards, business card holders, mini business cards, greeting cards, calendars…. the list goes on and I want five of each!

There is a mug on the table next to me which says Allens Taxis. I don’t know who Allens Taxis are.

The cake is starting to take over my world! I am getting sugar headaches.  That’s not good, is it?

I think the washing machine has eaten my two favourite aprons. That’s right, people! I have favourite aprons. I’m that type of girl.

My vegetables still haven’t arrived.

I’m still nervous.

Here is a photo of some biscuits I made yesterday to liven up this rather empty meaningless drivel.

Erdigg House

Good morning all. It’s time for Rambler5319 to take over with a guest post. Enjoy!

 

You may remember I went on a two day break to Llangollen a while ago. On our way back home we did call in at this place and as usual the National Trust didn’t let us down. It’s called Erdigg House and was down quite a long stretch of narrow lanes. Its distance away from other houses is probably the reason why the servants all lived in – it was just too far to commute in and out every day especially with the long hours of work expected of them. Built at the beginning of the 18^th century it passed into the ownership of the Yorke family in 1733 and remained with them until 1973. It was then given to the National Trust and celebrated 40 years under their control this year. It has won a number of awards over the years and I think it’s worth a visit if you’re around the area. The NT had a special offer on membership so I decided to take the plunge and go for a 6 month trial. I have to visit just 3 places to get my membership cost back so it seemed a good deal.

First place we came to was the bee-keeping section. Not a very posh sign but there was the obligatory grey protective suit hanging on the opposite brick wall.

And a pic of a volunteer keeper “marking the queen”

Next is a water purifier.

The tap is missing from the bottom where there’s just a hole. You should be able to read the manufacturer’s name – Lipscombe & Co and their address 233 Strand (London). I checked up on the company and they seemed to do quite well for a time with branches in a number of UK towns. However in The London Gazette (16^th April, 1889) there was a notice of a hearing to take place on 16^th May 1889 for bankruptcy. Things had obviously gone bad for them.

This next item is quite interesting as it’s an early form of fridge.

Here’s a close up of the sign pinned to the inside of the lid

Have a read about how you had to use it. No opening a door & putting something in and closing it again like we do today. What a rigmarole!

Then there was this. Any ideas?

It is a knife cleaner. That’s right not a sharpener – a cleaner. You might just be able to see the manufacturer’s name in the largest lettering – VONO. Now if you’ve ever had one of those beds with a metal frame and a metal lattice with springs stretched between the edges they were often made by Vono. There is special tool for screwing & unscrewing the ends of the bed from the metal frame called a “Vono key”. It’s really just a chunky spanner but made especially for the size of the hexagonal bolt heads.

Here’s another interesting photo.

Can you see how it’s constructed? It’s a sort of enclosed bell shape but the bottom has a hole in and it’s pushed up inside the bell. Apparently it was a Victorian idea of a fly/wasp trap. You put something to attract the insects in the area between the rim of the hole and the side of the bell. The insects fly in but can’t fly out again. Well that’s what they told us. It looks a good idea but it obviously never caught on. I guess it’s the cleaning which is difficult. How do you get whatever you put into the trough area out? Definitely looks tricky to me.

This next photo is really interesting but you might not see why at first.

There a number of folks stood in front of the window. They are all servants belonging to the house. However if you look at the open window just behind the back row of two people you can see more figures. These are actually the master, mistress & children who owned the house. Quite a reversal of prominence to let the servants take centre stage and have themselves just looking out of the window. The year is 1852.

60 years later in 1912 the then owner re-created this photo with his own family & servants. Great idea! Here’s his version. Did you count the servants – I make it 15 in each pic. One of the notes said there was a servant who was present in both photos but I can’t remember which one except that it was a lady. I reckon the family got their money’s worth out of her!

Next is another water filter, this time made by Cheavin’s.

The company was founded in the late 17th century by John Dwight who, with Robert Hooke, had worked in the laboratory of Robert Boyle. Hooke was a natural philosopher, architect & polymath. He also did many surveys in London after the Great Fire (over half). Irishman Boyle is most famous for Boyle’s Law (PV=k) but he was also a natural philosopher, chemist, physicist, inventor and writer in theology. (He was the 14^th child born into his family!)

Cheavin’s and their relatives & descendants remained in control of the company until 1864 when it was sold and went out of the family. Then in 1889 it went bankrupt. 1889 was not a good year for water filter manufacturers was it – remember Lipscombe’s?

The whole water filtering idea is a reminder to us of how risky drinking or even just using ordinary water could be in days gone by. Today we think nothing of turning our taps on and drinking it. We no longer fear infection & disease coming to us that way. Our cleaning and treatment of water before it gets to our homes is a tried & tested & trusted method. Just think of how disconcerting it would be if you had to filter all the water that comes out of your tap.

Another name in the water filter market was Doulton; many UK residents will know that name from their manufacture of domestic toilets! (We definitely had one when I was younger). Their motto “Making Water Fit for Kings, Queens & Presidents Since 1827. Isn’t it Time You Had One?” And they’re still going today selling over a million filters a year around the world.

That’s a good place to stop. Part 2 next week.

Operation World Takeover

For the past few weeks, I have been caught up in something which is now being referred to (by me) as Operation World Takeover. This post aims to give advice to anyone who is also planning a world takeover and feels they would benefit from some friendly tips. 

 

1. Start at the beginning. A world takeover needs a website, probably. You are unlikely to get far in spreading your world takeover message without a website. 

 

2. Websites do not create themselves. When talking to people about the creation of a website, they will say things like, “So do you have your SEO sorted?” and “Do you know a bit of CSS or are you going to use HTML?” You will not know what they mean. You will smile awkwardly. They will direct you to youtube videos that talk you through creating things that look like this:

div:id>__<leftnav.0001> menu.tab

You will try, in vain, to make this seem normal and understandable. You will then resort to websites where you don’t need this CSS nonsense. It’s dragging and dropping and inserting image. This you can do. Huge sigh of relief. 

 

3. Whilst creating your website, you will start staring at fonts and images for lengthy periods of time. You will stop in the street when you see a builder’s poster thing on some scaffolding and assess how the colours interact with each other and how the size and choice of font have portrayed the message to you. You will spend a lot of time looking around on the internet at other websites and trying to work out what makes it look more/less professional.

 

4. When unsure of whether to choose this font or that, your guide will be, “What would the Queen like?”

 

5. You will discover, on your website building travels, that there are a million hundred ways to display a gallery on your website. And most of them are unsatisfactory.

 

6. Whilst building your website, you will become obsessed with idea of making business cards. What world takeover would be complete without business cards? You will look at a few different sites before discovering the ultimately amazing and exciting Moo.com with their beautiful website and hundreds of ideas for equipment needed in world takeover missions. You will spend hours, and I mean hours, tweaking, cutting, pasting, enlarging, realigning little tiny letters and pictures to make a lovely professional-looking business card. You will then discover the Luxe business card and decide you have to have it or you might die. The Queen would love this business card! I must have it! You then discover the mini business card, the mini business card holders, the leather mini business card holders and the greeting cards. You toy with the idea of making Christmas cards, mugs and calendars. You see your website and business cards and calendars in every home across the world, especially in the Queen’s house. In fact, she will have a calendar for every room in her castle. 

 

7. You decide your life will only be complete once you have created a postcard portfolio set that you can send to everyone who is important so that they agree to help with your world takeover. 

 

8. Thinking ahead to a time when business cards and websites are all fully functional, you plan events. Friends who have places for events and who like you enough to say yes are useful in this stage. You will call the event a ‘launch’ and struggle to control the flutter of excitement in your tummy every time you say it.

 

9. This ‘launch’ will jet propel you into conversations you would previous just smile and nod at. When friends start discussing their glamorous lives and/or films they’re working on or anything of that type, you can now go, “O, did I tell you we’re having the launch in January? Where? Just at a little place on the hill, you probably wouldn’t know it. It’s super exclusive. I’ll give you an event card next time I see you. Ciau ciau!” You may kiss the air on either side of all your friends faces and flounce off, if you feel it necessary for the general message of cool you are now exuding. I think the Queen would want you to.

 

10. You may rename yourself for your business card, should you wish. In fact, it is actively encouraged. Whoever knew of a world takeover by a ‘Laura Maisey, Cake Girl’ or ‘Laura Maisey, Coffee Maker’? Ridiculous. The idea is preposterous! (I say ‘preposterous’ now, because I am getting my vocabulary ready for the meeting that the Queen is sure to call me and ask for.) So you may become ‘Laura Maisey, World Leader’ or ‘Laura Maisey, Queen’s BFF’ or even ‘Laura Maisey, A-Maisey-ing’ should you wish to have a little humour about your world takeover. At the very least, you should have ‘Laura Maisey, CEO,’ on your business card. Give it some thought. And remember, always ask yourself what the Queen would like to see on a business card.

 

Here endeth the lesson. Go forth and take over the world, my minions.

 

P.S. Always make sure that you have something good to take over the world with. It’s no good trying to take over with a chocolate bar. Plus, everyone would get drunk at the launch and eat it. And then where would you be, hey?