Wednesday, 26 June 2024

What A Difference A Lens Makes...

 ...or does it?

A trip to Bressingham Gardens in Norfolk. Six photos taken with my close-up macro lens. Six with the widest angle lens I have. And a final half-dozen with my favourite telephoto lens.


CLOSE-UP AND PERSONAL



















THE WIDE BOY



















TAKING A LONG VIEW


















Take care.


Saturday, 22 June 2024

A Lifetime's Work

History's random and ragged path has left us a heritage that's full of surprises. Sometimes things turn up in places where you might not expect them, and at other times things survive through chance happenings which we can no longer fully explain. We've just been on a garden visit (don't panic - you'll see those pictures next time) and on the way home we'll take a short diversion, passing wheatfields and outdoor piggeries, to a onetime market town that is nowadays just a big village.


St Peter's and St Paul's church at East Harling is clearly a first-rate parish church which stands in a large churchyard which these days is managed for nature. Hang on a minute....lets have a closer look at that tower....


Architecturally it's called a flèche, a small spire made of timber and lead, but you don't see many as ornate as this, with miniature flying buttresses. Anyone living here would feel they were home as soon as they saw such a singular feature appearing above the treetops.


Like most English villages there's been a church here since at least Saxon times, but most of what we see here today dates from the second half of the fifteenth century and was financed by one woman (albeit with some financial assistance from at least two of her three husbands).


That lady was Anne Harling who was born here in 1426. Like many wealthy families they took their surname from the village on which their lands were based. She was the only child and heiress of Sir Robert Harling and his wife, Lady Jane Gonville. When Anne was just nine years old her father died in France.



Unlike so many important men who are depicted in full armour on their tombs, Sir Robert was actually killed in battle. Anne thus inherited some 23 manors throughout East Anglia. She was so wealthy that there was some dispute about who would become her guardian. Strangely enough it was someone you might have heard of - Sir John Fastolf, on whom Shakespeare based (very loosely) the character of Sir John Falstaff. Fastolf carried out the major part of his responsibility by marrying Anne to a wealthy man when she was just twelve.



Once she became an adult she began improving the church, rebuilding the aisles, erecting the fancy spirelet and battlements which we saw on the tower, and beautifying the interior. The wooden screen, which you can see in the above photo, was designed to enclose that corner of the building to serve as a chantry chapel for the tomb of her parents.



As you can see it's quite an elaborate structure which has survived the centuries well. It's worth closer inspection...



It must have been quite something when freshly painted. It also now encloses some later tombs, most notably that of Sir Thomas and Lady Alice Lovell....



This is a sixteenth-century memorial, very much in the pompous style of that era. They certainly didn't want the people of East Harling to ever forget them!



A handsome couple were they not?



Anne Harling, who did so much for this church, lies in the tomb shown above, with her first husband. There's much to see here, but I'll just show you a few more before we get on to the most important feature.



I really liked the lion armrest on these seats. They also have "misericords" or "mercy seats"; we've seen these elsewhere and, you may remember, besides folding down to serve as normal seats they also provide a perch for those who were supposed to stand through long sermons. They are recorded by British Listed Buildings as being from the fifteenth century, but they must surely have been extensively repaired more recently; the carving is altogether much too crisp and the lion far too realistic to date from earlier times.



There's a splendid hammerbeam roof in the nave which receives little attention in any of the literature; probably because it's so gloomy up there that it's very difficult to see. It's only when I brightened up that part of the photo on the computer that the details swam into view!



What we mostly came to see is that large East Window. You'll notice that there's a woman doing some cleaning and a red plastic bucket on the altar. They were getting ready for a "church tea-party" at the weekend. If we want to fully appreciate the window we'll need to look through a telephoto lens....


Annunciation

These windows were also paid for by Anne Harling, which means that they are from the fifteenth century and have survived the attentions of those vandalistic puritans, who destroyed so much elsewhere.


Nativity

We know how these windows were saved, but we don't know exactly when or why. At some time they were removed to the hall, presumably when it became clear that they'd be destroyed if left where they were, but was the intention to beautify the hall or to return them once safe to do so?


Adoration of the Shepherds (detail)

When they were returned they were put back in the wrong place. They were originally intended for the side chapels, where it would be much easier to see the individual panels than high up in the East window, where they are now.


Crucifixion

The windows were moved once again during WWII to prevent possible bomb damage.


Assumption

There are many more scenes from the life of Christ than I've shown you here. You can find them all on the exhaustive Norfolk Churches website, one of several places I regularly consult before visiting any churches in that county.


Robert Wingfield: 
second husband of Anne Harling

Ann's first two husbands are also represented in recognition of the donations which they made to her grand project. It's also known that there was once a panel to Anne herself, pictured kneeling at her prayer desk. But it was presumably badly damaged at some time and is no longer in existence.


fragments

Who knows, maybe parts of Anne's window are incorporated into this panel of rescued fragments. I must admit I rather like the mysterious abstract quality of these jumbled pieces.



Back out into the sunshine once again with a view across the churchyard wall to the Grade II listed Eastfield House, which dates from the 1840s - yours for £1,619,000 according to the latest valuation.




Take care.


Wednesday, 19 June 2024

Here We Go Again!

Two ageing men are slowly making their way along a muddy footpath through a wood. We haven't seen them for a while. But at last good weather and reasonable health have aligned themselves making a short walk in the country a possibility. Or perhaps a necessity.



And what amazing tourist attraction have we chosen to visit after all this time? Nothing less than a few neglected and forgotten meadows that lie nestled between a busy village and some large arable fields, not far from Cambridge.



Having missed out on the delights of snowdrops, cowslips, wood anemones and bluebells this year, we can at least go to pay our respects to the wild orchids that flower on Fulbourn Fen; they always appear somewhat later in the year than those other beauties.



Even though I've seen wild orchids most years, I'm still compelled to kneel down to view these little flowers close-up. This year I've even remembered to bring along a lens designed to get us even closer. Would you like to see an angel?



Did those medieval craftsmen, who fashioned the wooden angels that soar among the roof-bosses and hammerbeams of our oldest churches, have these tiny flowers in mind as they created their art?



I've often heard that in heraldry the fleur-de-lys design is based on the wild iris (or yellow flag) flowers.



And the Tudor rose always puts me in mind of these humble blooms of the bushes and hedgerows.



This narrow and rather uneven boardwalk, that crosses one of the wetter parts of the fen, is one of my favourite stretches of path, though it can be tricky to pass anyone coming the other way. The only thing to do is to step off the path and hope that you don't sink down too far!



We'll carry on a bit further to where (I hope) there are some large logs which will make a useful seat where we can sit in the sun for a while before wandering back.



There's not an enormous amount of walking to be done here, but that doesn't matter at all - all is peace and tranquility and it's just a wonderful place to linger and loiter, having lazed on those left-behind logs. 



So it was that Les lingered and loitered, while I crouched and composed, as we threaded our way back through the orchid meadows.



So on we plodded down the muddy track, as much like the two little boys that we once were, as the two older men that we have inexplicably become. The only real difference being that now we step carefully around the puddles instead of splashing straight through. At least we've learned something!




Take care.

Many thanks to all those of you who've sent encouraging messages and kept me entertained with your blogs and photos. It has really helped.


Thursday, 4 April 2024

Occasional Appearance

After a long and very wet, muddy winter spring is at last making an occasional appearance. Just odd and well-scattered days, but very welcome interludes.



Also much appreciated are the friendly, encouraging words that appeared in the comments of the last post. As you may have guessed I've not been feeling too great so far this year and have recently had a spell in hospital to try and sort things out.



The result is that I'm now venturing out tentatively to see the progress of the seasons and take a few photos.



If all goes well this little blog might yet bloom once again as we move further into the year 2024.




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When not investigating the local countryside I'm often to be found prowling YouTube and Spotify for music that catches my ear. Recently I encountered the work of Jerron Paxton, or "Blind Boy" Paxton as he sometimes styles himself, in the manner of 1930s blues singers. But he explores a much wider range of music than that, even embracing the songs of black minstrels - that is music they sang for white audiences - dangerous ground in such sensitive times as these. But as he explains in the intro to another song:

"We are dealing with history
History's tough - so we deals with it
Getting over it is tough, but it's necessary 
Making up for it is tough, but it's necessary"

Listen as he weaves his web of history, humanity and humour in the introduction to the song. I'm sure you'll be as spellbound as those sitting behind him.



I wondered about the amount of money sent by the Choctaw nation to Ireland and discovered that, though widely different sums are quoted, the total was probably about $5,000 (at modern values). Even so I'm sure it was much appreciated as a symbol of solidarity. There's even a modern sculpture in County Cork in remembrance of the event



We can end with Jerron Paxton singing a song on a lighter note:



Take care.