070331.Bradford, Turning Away from the View

March 31, 2007 at 2:08 AM | Posted in Architecture, Bath, Bradford, somerset, stairs, Towers | 6 Comments

061021.092.Somset.Bath.Bradford.Landsdown Hill.Beckford's Tower

This is not a window nor a ghost, it just represents the presence of both.

(Sighted in Beckford’s Tower, Lansdown Hill)

-posted but not created by JC

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070330.Walcot, Morning Glory Burial Ground

March 30, 2007 at 2:02 AM | Posted in Bath, Cathedrals and churches, cemeteries - churchyards - and tombstones, Flowers, somerset, Walcot | 8 Comments

BDP to the Moon!

061002.110.Somset.Bath.Walcot..Walcot Methodist Chapel.d. W Jenkins.1815-6

Ja.mes- “This is the burial ground (1823) of Walcot Village Hall (1849). Josy, can you add your great morning glory fact.”

Josy– Um.
Well, we’re all aware of the hallucinogenic properties of the plant, right? Aztec priests, for example, used to use it to commune with their gods. Morning glory seeds contain a chemical called LSA (Lysergic acid amide, a compound closely related to LSD) that could produce a very trippy experience… if commercial producers didn’t coat their seeds with a non-water-soluble toxic chemical to discourage this practice. This means that if you try to ingest the prepackaged seeds from your local seed store, you’ll probably end up poisoning yourself. There are, of course, ways around this problem… and the internet is a big place. 😉

Ja.mes- Wha! Bng! Fgg!!! I didn’t mean! DRUG USE?!

Josy- But you asked for a great morning glory fact!

Ja.mes- THE FLOWER!!!

Josy- There are no great morning glory facts that have to do with morning glory FLOWERS!

Ja.mes- (keels over in unmitigated frustration)

070329.Walcot, Proud Car Owner, Embarrassing Parking

March 29, 2007 at 3:50 AM | Posted in Bath, Bathwick, Ladders, somerset | 5 Comments

070326.102.SO.Bath.Bathwick.St Marys Cem

Some people like their cars a lot. I’ve never hear of this “Humber” but it looks good. It was parked in a non-parking space next to a large scaffolding, so I assume the driver had something to do with this work that is being done….still, I’d be nervous.

This post posted by JC of Monmouth, who is only providing this personal information at James’s insistence.

070328.Bathwick, Star Cross’d Lovebirds

March 28, 2007 at 1:27 AM | Posted in Actors in Period Costumes, Architecture, Bath, Bathwick, Canals, Chisel Marks, Gardens & Parks, Peephole Views, Pigeon, Ruins, somerset | 8 Comments

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[Sydney Gardens, Kennet and Avon Canal:.]
PIGEONO [Coming forward.]:
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Pigeonietta is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady! O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing.
What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold; ’tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

PIGEONIETTA :
Ay me!
PIGEONO:
She speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o’er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wond’ring eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.

PIGEONIETTA:
O Pigeono, Pigeono! Wherefore art thou Pigeono?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

PIGEONO [Aside.]:
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
PIGEONIETTA:
Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face. O, be some other name
Belonging to a man.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet.
So Pigeono would, were he not Pigeono called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Pigeono, doff thy name;
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

PIGEONO:
I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Pigeono.

PIGEONIETTA:
What man art thou, that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?

PIGEONO:
By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.

PIGEONIETTA:
My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
Of thy tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Pigeono, and a Montague?

PIGEONO:
Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
PIGEONIETTA:
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

PIGEONO:
With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.

PIGEONIETTA:
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
PIGEONO:
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords! Look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.

PIGEONIETTA:
I would not for the world they saw thee here.
PIGEONO:
I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes;
And but thou love me, let them find me here.
My life were better ended by their hate
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

PIGEONIETTA:
By whose direction found’st thou out this place?
PIGEONO:
By Love, that first did prompt me to inquire.
He lent me council, and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,
I should adventure for such merchandise.

PIGEONIETTA:
Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face;
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
Fain would I dwell on form–fain, fain deny
What I have spoke; but farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say “Ay;”
And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear’st,
Thou mayst prove false. At lovers’ perjuries,
They say Jove laughs. O gentle Pigeono,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo, but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my havior light;
But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard’st, ere I was ware,
My true love passion. Therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.

PIGEONO:
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops–

PIGEONIETTA:
O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circle orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

PIGEONO:
What shall I swear by?
PIGEONIETTA:
Do not swear at all;
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I’ll believe thee.

PIGEONO:
If my heart’s dear love–
PIGEONIETTA:
Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say it lightens. Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flow’r when next we meet.
Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
PIGEONO:
O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
PIGEONIETTA:
What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
PIGEONO:
The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.
PIGEONIETTA:
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
and yet I would it were to give again.
PIGEONO:
Would’st thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
PIGEONIETTA:
But to be frank and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu!
[NURSE calls within.]
Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little, I will come again.
[Exit.]
PIGEONO:
O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
[Enter PIGEONIETTA again.]
PIGEONIETTA:
Three words, dear Pigeono, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honorable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,
By one that I’ll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
[NURSE within.]
Madam!
PIGEONIETTA:
I come anon.–But if thou meanest not well,
I do beseech thee–
[NURSE within.]
Madam!
PIGEONIETTA:
By and by I come.–
To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief
Tomorrow will I send.
PIGEONO:
So thrive my soul–
PIGEONIETTA:
A thousand times good night!
PIGEONO:
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light!
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks
[Enter PIGEONIETTA again]
PIGEONIETTA:
Hist! Pigeono, hist! O for a falc’ner’s voice
To lure this tassel gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than
With repetition of “My Pigeono!”
PIGEONO:
How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
PIGEONIETTA:
Pigeono!
PIGEONO:
My sweet?
PIGEONIETTA:
What o’clock tomorrow
Shall I send to thee?

PIGEONO:
By the hour of nine.
PIGEONIETTA:
I will not fail. ‘Tis twenty years till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
PIGEONO:
Let me stand here till thou remember it.
PIGEONIETTA:
I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Rememb’ring how I love thy company.
PIGEONO:
And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.
PIGEONIETTA:
‘Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone–
And yet no farther than a wanton’s bird,
That lets it hop a little from his hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silken thread plucks it back again
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
PIGEONO:
I would I were thy bird.
PIGEONIETTA:
Sweet, so would I.
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
[Exit.]
PIGEONO
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!

…[It doesn’t end well, so I’ll summarize: After hearing that PIGEONIETTA ate some bad bird seed, PIGEONO swallows a slice of white bread (the urban legends were true!). Then PIGEONIETTA, overcome by grief, flies into a window.]

>If you got down this far, congrats. I didn’t. But it’s now true, one picture tells 1,638 words.

070327.Walcot, ‘Water Is Best:’ Local Industry

March 27, 2007 at 1:54 AM | Posted in Bath, Museums, Sculpture, somerset, Walcot | 4 Comments

 

Hi all, I will be gone for quite some time. JC of Monmouth has been kind enough to offer to post for me. I hope everyone enjoys spring, if they’re not lucky enough to have a spring break!
061029.018.Somset.Bath.Walcot.JulianRd.BathAtWorkMus.Bottle Filling.Bottled Mineral Water

“Bottle Filling:

“The development of efficient means of filling bottles was slow until the patent bottle closures of the 1870s began to replace the cork. The basic method of filling cork-stoppered bottles involved four stages: putting flavoured syrup into the bottle from a dispenser, filling the bottle with carbonated water, inserting the cork and finally wiring the cork down.
“The improved fillers, invernted to cope with new forms of bottle closure such as the marble stopped, were able to combine all carbonating pump. These fillers commonly had guards because of the constant danger of bottles exploding under the pressure of gas. After one of J.B. Bowler’s own daughters lost an eye in this way, a wire mask was always on hand for protection when using the older type of filler.
“Although there were machines for the purpose, the labeling of the bottles was usually done by hand. Bowler’s daughters spread the labels out on a table, applied glue with a brush and then struck them on the bottles.”
061029.016.Somset.Bath.Walcot.JulianRd.BathAtWorkMus.Bottle Filling.Bottled Mineral Water
061029.017.Somset.Bath.Walcot.JulianRd.BathAtWorkMus.Bottle Filling.Bottled Mineral Water
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This is at the Bath at Work Museum on Julian Road in Walcot, Bath.

070326.Bath, St Michael’s Within (Hetling Crt), Pevsner Architectural Church Chat

March 26, 2007 at 12:37 AM | Posted in Architecture, Cathedrals and churches, Chisel Marks, Pevsner | 4 Comments

BDP to the moon!

061015.38.Somset.Bath

“St. Michael Within, Hetling Court, behind the Cross Bath. This is the chapel of St. John’s Hospital. Rebuilt in 1723 by William Kiligrew. Two-storeyed windows, segment-headed and circular. Altered in C19 and provided with deplorable Venetian tracery.” (108)

070325.Bath, But What To Write on a Writing Table?

March 25, 2007 at 12:10 AM | Posted in Bath, Museums, somerset | 3 Comments

Some people study furniture. This is in the Guildhall (the City Hall), so I’ll just quote the unsigned plaque found nearby:
070320.9.SO.Bath.
“This Library Writing Table was made by Thomas Knight of Bath for the 1862 International Exhibition at South Kensington. It was subsequently purchased by William Preston to furnish Ellel Grange in Lancashire, and Italianate Villa which and been built five years previously. Messrs. Gillows of Lancaster were responsible for making most of the furniture for the house in addition to a new base for the superstructure of this desk, around 1864. The Gillow base in considerably narrower than the original made by Knight and lacks the first drawers.
“Thomas Knight was one of the leading cabinetmakers inb the West of England. His firm held a special appointment to H.R.H. the Prince of Wales, later Edward VII, and was responsible for the furnishing of the Grand Pump Room Hotel and several British Embassies on the Continent. In 1870 the firm manufactured an escritoire which was presented by the City ot the Princess of Wales in 1870. Thomas Knight, later Knight and Son, flourished from 1833 to 1896. The firm had promises on Milsom Street, George Street, and John Street and traded as Cabinet Makers, Upholsterers and Auctioneers.
“This desk was sold by Christies at Ellel Grange in October 1979 and subsequently purchased from a London Antique Dealer for the Victoria Art Gallery by the Charles Robertson Family Trust with a 50% Department of Education and Science Grant.”
070320.8.SO.Bath.
070320.7.SO.Bath.
070320.6.SO.Bath.

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