Desirable Residences and other stories by E.F. Benson

This book was one of my purchases on my recent foray into England, I bought this one from the Amnesty International bookshop in Great Malvern, I couldn’t resist it as it’s a book of short stories which includes a Miss Mapp story.

E.F. Benson wrote a lot of short stories which were published in various magazines and he tailored the stories to appeal to the various publications. They are divided into seven categories: Crank Stories, Society Stories, Cruel Stories, Odd Stories, Dodo Stories, Spook Stories and The Diversions of Amy Bondham.

I’m a big fan of the Mapp and Lucia books but I hadn’t read anything else by Benson but I will be on the look-out for more of his books now as I did enjoy these short stories, even the Spook ones which is what he called his ghost stories. The character of Lucia is just beginning to be formed but if you enjoy the Mapp and Lucia books you’ll want to get your hands on these.

Coughton Court, Alcester, Warwickshire, England

When I opened the curtains on the last day of our recent trip down to England I could hardly believe what I saw – blue sky and sunshine, and the forecast had been for yet more rain, not that I’m complaining that they got it wrong!

Anyway, after journeying across to Wales it was now time to visit the more local places, so Coughton Court, just a mile or so from where we were staying in Alcester was our destination. So we used our National Trust membership cards yet again. It’s a Tudor house/mansion which has been in the hands of the Throckmorton family for centuries. The Throckmortons were a very high status Catholic family who must have had a great survival instinct as they managed to avoid the grim destinies which so many Catholic (and Protestant) families endured due to the politics of the Tudor/Elizabethan times.
This is a view of the front of the house.

Coughton Court, front

And the house from the back.

Coughton Court

This is a bit of the formal gardens.

Coughton Court, view in garden
The house and gardens are lovely and it was such a plus that it was a lovely warm sunny day, perfect for wandering around the gardens. Inside the house there are all sorts of interesting things to see like a chemise which supposedly belonged to Mary, Queen of Scots, apparently the one which she was wearing when she got the chop. It’s suspiciously clean, no bloodstains, so I have my doubts about that but I suppose it is possible. Bonnie Prince Charlie’s garter is on display too, they were obviously keen on obtaining things belonging to prominent Catholics.

The house was used as a meeting place by the Gunpowder Plotters who had rented it, the owner had the sense not to be there when they were so he couldn’t be implicated.

There are lovely tapestries but no photography was allowed as they’re 450 years old and would be damaged by the light from flashes. There’s a priest’s hole which you can peek down into and a wonderful view from the top of the tower. Despite the fact that the place is so ancient the rooms do have quite a homely atmosphere. There’s a Mrs Throckmorton still residing in the house and although the house has beeen handed over to the National Trust the family has been given permission to live there for the next three hundred years.

This is a view from the top of the tower, I have no idea what the house in the distance is but they have a very good view of Coughton Court.
Coughton Court, Alcester
It isn’t all absolutely ancient stuff and some of the rooms are as they were in more recent times with a wind-up gramophone featuring in a sitting-room. If you want to see and read more about Coughton Court have a look here. Follow the instructions and you can go on a virtual tour.

Scottish words: Hameldaeme

It’s a frequently asked question – Where are you going for your holidays? – and the answer is quite often Hameldaeme. No it isn’t a picturesque village or a scenic area, it translates as home will do me – and it means that there’s no travelling involved in this year’s holiday as you’re staying at home.

Hameldaeme is a great place if you get some good weather too but I don’t think anywhere is enjoying that this year.

Hameldaeme – hame rhymes with tame, then there’s a short ‘l’ sound, dae rhymes with say, and the sound dae is where you put the emphasis, then finish it off with a quick me sound, more like mi really. Does that make sense?

The Angels’ Share

We went to the local flicks one night last week, to see the Ken Loach film The Angels’ Share. It won the Jury Prize at the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. It’s an enjoyable and funny film but if you’re sensitive about bad language then it might not be one you would want to view. It wouldn’t be authentic without the swear words though, given that it’s set in a rough part of Glasgow, where young men inevitably get involved in violence.

Robbie is a young, new father and he’s determined that he is going to mend his ways and be a good dad. A judge has sentenced Robbie to do community payback rather than sending him to jail. Harry, who is in charge of the community payback team, is a bit of a softy really and he takes Robbie under his wing and the rest of the team tag along too. Harry is a bit of a whisky connoisseur in his spare time and he takes them all on a distillery visit which gets Robbie in particular thinking about The Angels’ Share – which is what they call the 2% evaporation which takes place during the whisky making process.

There’s quite a lot of good Scottish scenery in this film but also the inevitable kilt jokes. I think there must be a law somewhere which says that if you’re going to have kilts then you must have ‘ what’s under them’ or rather ‘what’s not under them’ jokes. Anyway, there were quite a lot of laugh out loud moments and also a few yeuch moments. Have a look at the trailer to see if it takes your fancy!

Ross-on-Wye, Herefordshire, England

After our disappointing dip into Wales (Hay-on-Wye) we decided that we would drive along the road to nearby Ross-on-Wye, so back over the border into England we tootled. I’ve always fancied visiting Ross ever since I saw an episode of Terry and June years and years ago, in which Terry was teasing June because he was going to Ross on a business trip and apparently he couldn’t take her with him. June was desperate to go as she loved Ross-on-Wye. For some reason that has always stuck in my mind, it must be 30 or 40 years since I saw that episode. Anyway, that’s why we went to Ross.

It’s another hilly place and we parked in the Morrison’s car park at the bottom of the town and walked up a steep hill. At first I thought it was going to be another disappointment because it wasn’t my idea of a pretty town but when you get up the hill things improve a lot. I only took a couple of photos though and this one is the result of them ‘stitched’.

Ross-on-Wye

Ross-on-Wye is a small market town with just over 10,000 inhabitants but it’s quite a tourist spot and it’s famous for cider and perry apparently. Sadly we went there on a Wednesday afternoon and it seemed to be their half-day closing day. I didn’t realise that businesses still did that. It seems a daft thing to do, especially if you are relying on visitors spending money in the place.

Picture me with my nose almost pressed up against a shop window – ogling TWO hand-cranked sewing machines. One was a Vesta, the other was a Jones, both of them were things of beauty and only £20 each! I know, I know – I already have a Singer hand-cranked sewing machine but these ones were different, the oscillating shuttle type. The shop was SHUT of course, and there was no way of contacting them. I imagine that Jack was breathing a sigh of relief, and to be fair, I need another sewing machine like the proverbial hole in the head. But I was so annoyed as I had only ever seen those machines on Ebay and they’re always miles away with the cost of postage alone being £20.

So that’ll now be my abiding memory of Ross, a missed opportunity. If you don’t know who Terry and June are have a look below. The programme was very popular in the 1970s and early 80s, when things on TV were much gentler. Sadly I couldn’t find the Ross-on-Wye clip.

I don’t think the comedy has aged very well!

In the Mountains by Elizabeth von Arnim

This is one which I downloaded free from girlebooks, I’ve been really keen on Elizabeth von Arnim for years, ever since I came across a beautiful leather bound and gilt edged copy of Elizabeth and her German Garden about 30 years ago in a second-hand bookshop in Glasgow. I had no idea if the book would be worth reading but externally it was a thing of beauty, it didn’t even have the author’s name on it but I took a chance on it. What luck, I devoured that book and the next one I found was The Enchanted April, another treasure. I’ve got a lot of her books now but In the Mountains was one which had eluded me.

I was a wee bit disappointed when I realised that it’s written in diary form, not really my favourite sort of reading but in the end I did enjoy it.

Most of her books are semi-autobiographical, this one is set in the Swiss mountains just after the Great War. The diarist, an English woman, has gone back to her Swiss chalet which she had vacated for the duration of the war. She’s troubled and heart-sore and hopes that her home in the mountains will cure her. Her melancholia would no doubt have fitted in with the feelings of many women at that time who had lost so many men to the war but we never find out what it is exactly which is troubling the writer.

When she finds two English widows walking about on the mountain on a day when she is feeling particularly lonely, she invites them to stay for tea and so begins a relationship with Dolly and Kitty who are sisters. They are also in emotional difficulties but keep very quiet about their problems.

In the Mountains has similarities with The Enchanted April and although it’s not as good, in my opinion anyway, it’s still well worth reading.

Great Malvern, Worcestershire

Hay on Wye didn’t do anything for me but on the other hand Great Malvern was well, great. Despite the fact that it was wet and we couldn’t even see the hills for the low cloud which enveloped them it still had a lovely atmosphere and friendly people in the shops. I took some photos but you can see more images here.

Obviously I’d heard about the Malvern hills before but it was a surprise to me that the whole town is built on hills. To me, it has the feeling of a seaside place because of that, but instead of looking out to the sea, it’s glimpses of multi-hued fields far below which can be seen between buildings. Unfortunately because of the weather we didn’t get a very clear view but on a good day it must look fab. But this is one of the streets in the town.

Great Malvern shops
There are quite a lot of good bookshops around, I think the Amnesty International one was my favourite but the second hand bookshop which is right next to the priory gates is good too. Yes, I did buy books in them! I’m not at all into organised religion but I do like the Great Malvern Priory site, where dogs are invited to bring along their well-behaved humans! In the photo below you can see the priory and various different architectural styles.

Great Malvern

Great Malvern Priory, which has fearless grey squirrels running around its grounds.

Great Malvern Priory

This is the public library and for some reason it doesn’t look nearly as imposing in this photo as it does in reality. I wish it were my public library. It’s another Andrew Carnegie one, he donated £5,000 to it.

Great Malvern Library

This stone bridge is part of a small park which we had to walk through to get to the town from the car park, it’s a very pretty rural area with ducks scattered around it.

a stone bridge at Great Malvern

This is a wooden bridge in the same area. I would definitely go back to Great Malvern, hoping for better weather next time. I’ve always thought of it as a place that people retire to but really you have to be fit as there are hills and steps everywhere, no need to join a gym if you’re living there, just doing your shopping would keep you fit. It’s all very genteel and sort of – step back in time-ish, and often that’s just what I need. Evee, if I were you I’d be visiting my cousins an awful lot!

Great Malvern wooden bridge

Road Trip Book Haul

We did drive all the way to Hay-on-Wye in Wales, our first ever visit to that country, as we’d heard so much about Hay. We have friends who love the place so much that when they decided to go off on their own to get married, it was Hay they chose as their place to get hitched.

When we got there I must say that I was less than impressed. Do you almost instantly get a feel for the atmosphere of a new place? I do anyway, and Hay just didn’t do anything for me. For one thing there’s something terribly strange about a town full of mainly bookshops and although I adore books I couldn’t help thinking that it would be an improvement if there were more ordinary shops in it, for the inhabitants of the town anyway. After all, you can’t live by books alone. I think Hay is also well known for real ale, and that doesn’t score high on my list of things which are life enriching. I didn’t take any photos but there are loads which you can view here.

It was a grey, wet day when we were there so we obviously didn’t see it at its best, but worst of all, neither of us bought a book – not one. Unbelievable, I know! That always happens whenever I visit a place which has a bookish reputation. The trouble is that there are so many like-minded folks traipsing around that the likelihood is that the books I would have bought have been snapped up already.

My best book treasures have always been found when and where I least expect them to be. Pure serendipity, and that’s the way I like it. So, don’t think for one minute that I didn’t add to my book pile on this trip. Of course I did! Here they are.

books july 2012

Between the Woods and the Water – Patrick Leigh Fermor
The Violins of Saint-Jacques – Patrick Leigh Fermor
Thin Ice – Compton Mackenzie
A Shilling for Candles – Josephine Tey
Take Two At Bedtime – Margery Allingham
Desirable Residences – E.F. Benson (short stories)
The Matchmaker – Stella Gibbons
Down the Garden Path – Beverley Nichols
Renny’s Daughter – Mazo de la Roche
Death at the Dolphin – Ngaio Marsh
Flowers on the Grass – Monica Dickens
King Charles II – Antonia Fraser

Singer Sewing Machine Book
The Book of Samplers – Marguerite Fawdry and Deborah Brown
Needlework School
Embroidery and Colour – Constance Howard
Landscape in Embroidery – Verina Warren

Not a bad haul, some nice old obscure books, but not one Thirkell or Margaret Ogilvy, which is a real disappointment. But that lot should keep me busy for a while!

Wimbledon and Andy Murray

You might be under the impression that I didn’t watch Wimbledon this year because I haven’t mentioned it, but I did watch it of course, it’s just that I didn’t want to say anything about it in case it jinxed Andy Murray.

Last year I predicted that he would win Wimbledon this year as it is the Queen’s diamond jubilee year and Virginia Wade had won the ladies’ title in the silver jubilee year.

I was just beginning to wish that I had put a bet on Andy to win, when it all went horribly wrong. I know that he thanked the spectators for giving him such great support but I wasn’t so impressed. I couldn’t believe how quiet they were being and they really didn’t start getting behind him until he was losing. They should’ve been yelling at every point that he won from the very beginning. I think to begin with the crowd may just have been too stressed out and tense.

As it happens, I couldn’t even watch the whole match. I went out for a walk to get away from the TV and the whole area was deathly silent. By the time I got back the roof was being rolled out and from then on it was only going to end one way. Federer is just too good indoors.

There’s always next year I suppose, but by then he’ll have won a grand slam, surely!

Temple Grafton part 2

This is the primary school in Temple Grafton, Warwickshire. As you can see it has had a fairly nasty looking extension tacked on to what was a lovely wee building, but no doubt they needed the extra space. When we parked our car nearby it was morning break time and they certainly sounded like a very healthy and noisy bunch of youngsters. The school is across the road from the church, just down the road a few yards.

Temple Grafton school

These houses are called ‘schoolhouses’ and they’re almost right across from the school. They must have originally been for the teachers to live in, they certainly didn’t have far to go when they got up in the morning. As you can see from all the building stuff lying around – one of them is having building work done in it at the moment.

Temple Grafton schoolhouses

Considering that Temple Grafton is such a small village, there are a lot of different styles of houses, thatched wattle and daub cottages, red brick houses, stone terraces, representing the times they were built in and even 1950s, 60s and 70s houses.

Temple Grafton houses

I think this is just about the biggest house I saw there, it’s quite grand looking really and probably beautiful inside, I don’t know about you – but if it was my house it would drive me nuts that it isn’t symmetrical. It doesn’t look as if it has had bits added on to it so I think the builders must just have been rubbish at measuring. Typical, in my experience men still aren’t very good at measuring things.

Temple Grafton house

Temple Grafton is quite hilly and I took this photo from outside the thatched cottages which are in my previous blogpost. We puffed up the hill from the church so we could get a closer look at the houses, they’re a real novelty to us as there isn’t much in the way of thatch in Scotland. There is some heather thatch but I can only think of one roof like that in the whole of Fife. Anyway, as you can see, they have a nice view of the rooftops and the church spire in the middle of the village.

Temple Grafton rooftops

A bit of Shakespeare information outside the church. It says that the church is open every day but I think we must have been there too early.

Shakespeare notice

This is the back view of St Andrew’s Church, I think you’ll agree that it’s a handsome building and I would have thought that people would be queuing up to get married in it, even if it didn’t have the Shakespeare connection.

St Andrew's church Temple Grafton, Warwickshire

And that’s all the photos I have of Temple Grafton. I couldn’t see a shop or even a pub in the village, which is a real shame, so many places are losing their community spirit because there’s no place for people to congregate, but the fact that the school seems to be thriving is great, as what with all the cut backs that we’ve been having, small schools have been closed down all over the country. I think the buildings are all fairly typical of Warwickshire and I hope that it gives you a bit of an idea of the place, particularly for Debbie.

If you want a bird’s eye view of the area have a look here. It’s all very rural and if you zoom in on the fields you can often see strange circles and outlines of ancient buildings which have disappeared over hundreds of years. I find things like that fascinating.