Mayoral Procession Part 3 of 3: From the Guildhall, Around the Abbey, Into the Abbey
Bath Abbey welcomes The Right Worshipful The Mayor of Bath, Councillor Mrs Sharon Ball — the city’s 780th mayor!
I was going to title this “Take a Picture, I’ll Last Longer” and bring attention to the other digital camera screen in the lower left hand corner but I thought again about bringing attention to that off center screen. This scene is special for me since I’ve never seen these wonderful sixteenth-century doors opened (or looked directly into this fine Perpendicular Gothic structure from the outside) — but note that I am in the center and therefore I got the better picture when compared to the camera screen in the lower left hand (right?). What does that say about me — I live here and I took the prize spot away from a passing tourist (I presume the people near me were tourists since they seemed to only speak Japanese). I didn’t stay in the spot after I had taken this shot, so at least I wasn’t overly greedy….still maybe I should have just cropped or photoshopped the camera screen out. In the end, I kept it in because it fascinates me! I can see someone else’s picture…maybe even before they saw it! Considering the focus of this photo was the traditional mayoral procession from the historic Guildhall into the Abbey, and in historic costumes no less, the camera screen adds an almost anachronistically presence to this composition! It surprises even me and I’m not old. Honest.
I really love the costumes and the characters in them. I’m sure they’re all prestigious city councilors but something about wigs, stockings, and funny hats really brings out a caricature in a person — especially if they’re English. What I like about the above photo is the total disregard of the two girls in the rear, sitting against the abbey facade and painting a “Pirates of the Caribbean” ad on the pavement. You’ll see them better tomorrow.
This windswept face faces the wet and windy southwest side but it is in better condition than most. Eyes, nostrils and mouth all clogged with calcium sulphate, while the rest of this Victorian grotesque has been jos cleaned. It’s high, high up (30 meters or so up on the scaffold’s eleventh floor) of the James Wilson-designed Grade II* St Stephen’s Church overlooking all of Bath from Lansdown Hill.
As stated in yesterday’s post on an aspect of the SouthGate scheme, the ‘Ham Gardens Convenience Rooms for Gentlemen, Ladies, the Disabled and Mothers and Babies’ (FIND ISSUES THERE!) will be closed today. The facility used to be free and open all night, well the men’s room anyway. Women, babies, and the disabled were directed into that room after nine. (Why not the disabled room? Isn’t the term disabled mildly offensive, or did they think it was better than infirm?)
At any event, I bring your attention to its sink. I first saw this type of sink 10+ years ago nearby and in Boston, Massachusetts. Before the era of sensor restroom technology, I thought it was incredible. Three buttons, or one simple button that started the process, took you through water, soap, and drying. Simply incredibly–a car wash for your hands! I could go on but ten plus years ago I thought it was an incredible piece of design, something I was envious of, and I described it to many a hapless person. Another great gizmo I saw was this wax paper/aluminum foil/paper towel dispenser combo in the “’50s House” kitchen of the Shelburne Museum, Shelburne Vermont. The photo is from 2002, taken on one of my many returns to gaze at this incredible device. I think I may have even written about it in grade or high school, maybe even planned my future with reintroducing the model to the market and thereby getting rich. Will you all at least pay me for these photos? Don’t use the ideas, I still have them in reserve.
So, uh, where do you want to go, up, down or through Beckford’s Tower.
“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — :
‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.'” (Eliot Rosewater in God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater)-Vonnegut See clip here
Under Cleveland House along the Kenneth and Avon Canal