Showing posts with label Countryside. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Countryside. Show all posts

Saturday, November 1, 2014

We'll gather lilacs...

I was listening recently to Kirsty Young interview Sir Roy Strong (previous director of the National Portrait Gallery and V&A Museum) on Desert Island Discs, and was interested in one of his choices being an excerpt from Ivor Novello's King's Rhapsody. He said he loved the smaltzy romantic style of the Novello operetta.

Above: Mr Ivor Novello

I can remember first discovering and being captivated by Ivor Novello's music when Gosford Park was released in 2002. I was in London and spending Christmas with Peter, having met him less than a month before. He suggested that we watch a recently released movie while dinner was cooking. We watched Gosford Park, and along with the amazing set, costumes, and outstanding cast, was Jeremy Northam's portrayal of the young Ivor Novello.

The sweeping melodies of "Land of might have been", "Waltz of my heart", "I can give you the starlight", and the more comical "And her mother came too" were my foray into this nostalgic world of my grandparent's time.

There was clearly more Novello out there to be had, I decided after Sir Roy's interview, so I went in search of it and I came across a BBC Proms concert from 2012 celebrating the life and works of Novello. The 90 minute affair was narrated by Simon Callow, who led One on a journey of Mr Novello's life - I was not aware (although hardly surprised) that the Welsh songsmith (originally David Ivor Davies) was gay and had a partner of some 35 years, the actor Bobbie Andrews. The orchestra, along with soprano Sophie Bevan and tenor Toby Spence, performed many opuses unknown to me, but very popular in their day. One I had heard of was "We'll gather lilacs (in the Spring)".

Having enjoyed the song I reflected - why haven't We lilacs to gather this Spring? So I decided to do something about it…



Lilacs (Syringa vulgaris) are a fragrant flowering member of the Olive family, which although a native of the Bulkan mountains, are thought of as being very English. They were introduced to the British Isles sometime in the 16th century. 

They come in an array of colours, from white and cream to pink, purple and blue...

We have decided to plant a thicket of them in Little Hollows, the name we have given to the southwest corner of the garden. We've chosen the cultivar Katherine Havemeyer, a lavender flower fading to pink:


When I pick them I shall think of the Ivor Novello song, We'll gather lilacs...

We'll gather lilacs in the Spring again,
And walk together down an English lane,
Until our hearts have learnt to sing again,
When you come home once more.

And in the evening by the firelight's glow
You'll hold me close and never let me go,
Your eyes will tell me all I long to know,
When you come home once more.

from Perchance to dream, by Ivor Novello.


Ivor's ashes are interred beneath a lilac bush at Golders Green Crematorium.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Lodges and Gatehouses One...


Above: A lodge near the gate of a home we stayed at in Bath

Every country estate had its own ancillary buildings- tithed cottages and the like. There would be the old lodge where the head gardener might live, then a gamekeeper's cottage, and sometimes a dower house, where the dowager countess etc would retired to upon the accession of the next in line inheriting the manor house (no young wife ought suffer sharing a house with her mother in law!).

Lodges...
Above: A beautiful old lodge, pity the satellite dish is conspicuous.

Below: More quaint English lodges...





Gatehouses
Gatehouses offered more than just protection of the estate from outsiders. It was another chance to awe and inspire passersby who may never get a chance to see the main dwelling up close.











Below: The pleasant English countryside just a short walk from the lodge at the beginning of the post.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Boys Camping Trip


After a pretty hectic few weeks, a mate and I decided we should go on a boys' fishing trip. 

I drove down to a small rural hospital on Tuesday and did a locum shift there, and then my friend met me there in the evening and we set off to commune with nature. We headed off to a small spot on the banks of the Whanganui river, about 30 minutes out of Taumaranui, which the local fishing store owner had recommended.

We found a good spot near the river to pitch our tents. I had borrowed a tent from a camping friend, which did not come with instructions and didn't at all resemble the traditional tent shape that I was used to as a boy scout. Erecting it was like the Krypton factor, but after wrestling with it in the dark for half an hour it resembled something inhabitable...


After getting our bearings we hunkered down for a slap up meal on the camp fire and a bottle of scotch. The evening passed quickly and soon we hit the hay. I slept well, but my friend awoke during the night to find that our camp was being rummaged through by some marauding wild goats! 

Above: We later found the pack of wild goats across the river, half way up a hill...

It was a cold night, getting down to a couple of degrees below zero, but the tents were surprisingly warm, which made outside rather bracing for breakfast.

Above: The early morning fog over the valley

Below: Getting up in the morning

 Below: One of the many frosty-morning cobwebs..


We then set off for an early start fishing. It soon fined up into a lovely day for it...



Above: Wading out into the middle of the river

Below: The view up the river from the middle


I tried several flies: assorted nymphs, various variations on a Wooly Bugger, and some glow bugs...


Alas, we didn't get so much as a bite. So by lunch we headed back to camp and scoffed some bacon butties for lunch (I'm not much of a Bear Grylls when it comes to food, so it was lucky we packed a little F&M styled hamper for the eventuality that we didn't catch anything.


Unfortunately it is illegal to sell or buy trout in New Zealand, so the only way to taste one is to catch it yourself.

In the afternoon we packed up camp and headed down to National Park to another supposedly good fishing spot there, but again no luck. We packed up and came home empty handed, but it was good to get away from it all for a day or two.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Countryside Love...



Some photos of countryside vistas to see us into the weekend. By Sunday the next Great Estates of Britain post should be ready. 
Have a great weekend. David.

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