Monday, 12 September 2016

Tintagel and Boscastle

One of the reasons we found accommodation in this area of North Cornwall, was the proximity of Tintagel Castle. Many great images have been taken off the area and many legends abound, so a visit was definitely for today. The many legends are centered around the mythical King Arthur, and I, like most boys, was introduced to him at an early age.

History and legend are inseparable at Tintagel. During the so-called Dark Ages (about the 5th to the 7th centuries AD) it was an important stronghold, and probably a residence of rulers of Cornwall. Many fragments of luxury pottery imported from the Mediterranean were left behind by those who lived here. 



Today, the mystical tale of King Arthur is one of the great themes of British literature. But is there any truth behind the myth and why has it become so influential throughout the centuries?
The King Arthur that we know today is a collection of different legends, written by different authors, at different times. They are all united by the common theme that King Arthur was a fifth century British general who fought against Anglo-Saxon tribes and ensured that Britain remained a paradise of the West. The first mention of King Arthur is in the History of the Britons, penned in 830, and attributed to an author called Nennius. 
He writes: Then in those days Arthur fought against them with the kings of the Britons, but he was commander in those battles. 
A more elaborate tale of King Arthur came about in the 11th century, when Geoffrey of Monmouth published his book The History of the Kings of Britain. Arthur’s entire life is outlined for the first time in this work, right from his birth at Tintagel, to his death, and the legendary figures of Guinevere and Merlin are introduced. This book had a tremendous impact at the time. To this day, approximately 200 manuscripts remain in existence. 
Then, with the marriage of Henry II of England to Eleanor of Aquitaine, the stories of Arthur began to bloom in the courts of France and the legend took on romantic and spiritual tones. It was within this context that the mysterious Holy Grail first appears in the work of French court writer Chretien de Troyes. 
However, despite the entrenchment of Arthur within Celtic folklore, evidence of his actual existence is slim. In the histories of the time, there is no mention of an Arthur. 
The consensus amongst most historians is that Arthur probably did exist, either as an individual or a composite of several individuals. Since many of the Dark Age heroes were real men upon whom mythical talent and position were often thrust by storytellers, there is a strong possibility that Arthur was a Dark Age warrior of the Celts from which the rest of the mythological superstructure was formed. 



So, on to some images I took on our visit to Tintagel. Some of the ruins showing the precarious situation the castle occupied. Shame it is now only a ruin as it would have looked spectacular, I am sure.
There is a small bridge that has to be crossed to get from the land part of the castle to the rocky headland on which most of the history of Tintagel is found. At some point, there was a complete link between the two, but it has crumbled into the sea.


Merlin`s cave on the foreshore. Well, good for tourism!!



Some of the rugged coastline nearby.


In the town of Tintagel is this lovely old Post Office building. This 14th C medieval longhouse is a most delightful small buildings. The ancient undulating roof and massive chimney stack lend character to a fascinating building. The central hall is open to the great oak trusses and slates of the roof. A pleasing collection of country furniture, fine needlework samplers and a charming garden all add interest. During Victorian times one room was used as the letter-receiving office for the village and so the house became known as the Old Post Office.


The Victorian Post Box.

Then on to the picturesque fishing village of Boscastle with its medieval past and distinctive natural harbour and one of Cornwall’s most romantic places. It is a village steeped in history, associated with authors and artists who have been inspired by its remoteness and rugged beauty. Boscastle was once a favourite haunt of author,Thomas Hardy, and the setting for one of his novels, A Pair of Blue Eyes. It was here that he met his wife, Emma. In fact, the restoration of nearby St Juliot Church was worked upon by Hardy when he was still a practising architect.


A model in the garden of the Post Office.


Looking back toward the village from near the harbour entrance.


…. then looking seaward from near the same point.


The River Valency as it runs through the lower part of the village.


Some of the village house set just back from the river. 

On 16 August 2004 an estimated 440 million gallons of water swept through the picturesque West Country town and led to the bursting of banks and the convergence of three rivers.
A total of 58 properties were flooded while four others were completely destroyed.
Around 100 people had to be plucked to safety by emergency teams, after mounting their roofs to escape the rising waters.
The town suffered millions of pounds worth of damage but as residents will also say of that day – it was astounding that nobody died.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-cornwall-28523053 for more details of the devastation of 2004 when heavy localised rainfall – 89 mm of rain - fell in an hour. 
Following the devastation, 4.5 million pounds was spent locally on flood defences. A new Boscastle bridge with a new storm water culvert was built as part of the flood measures. 


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Sunday, 11 September 2016

Beautiful Bude in North Cornwall

Day one of our holiday dawned with some cloud about, but a promise of sunshine. So today, a visit just along the coast to Bude, another place I have not visited.
Bude is Cornwall's most northern town and has been a popular seaside resort from Victorian times. In the l9th Century, the town was notorious for wreckers who plundered ship wrecked off the coast - over 80 vessels in the fifty year up to 1874. Not today, just tourists wrecking the place!



Bude has some good surfing beaches and was the site of the first life Saving Club. Today there were a few hardy souls trying to catch the waves. Mind you, I should be impressed by anyone who can surf, as I cannot even swim!



Next, some images of the beach huts. I just love the colours.


Watching the surfers, and anything else that moved, were these two Ravens. To quote the RSPB site "The raven is a big black bird, a member of the crow family. It is massive - the biggest member of the crow family. It is all black with a large bill, and long wings. In flight, it shows a diamond-shaped tail.
Ravens breed mainly in the west and north although they are currently expanding their range eastwards. Most birds are residents, though some birds - especially non-breeders and young birds - wander from their breeding areas but do not travel far."


Doggy paddle maybe?


I`ve got one!



Then a wander the cliff edge to see some of the interesting colours in the rocks.


What a holiday home this would be!



Then we wandered out to a rocky point which gave us a grandstand view of the whole beach and the waves crashing in the the other side. 


Gone for a swim.


We walked back along the beach to find a great place for coffee and cake and took time to photograph large numbers of geese which had stopped off, I suppose, for a rest before continuing migration to - who knows where?


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Saturday, 10 September 2016

Crackington Haven

On leaving Bude we drove to Crackington Haven, the nearest bay to our holiday home. Apparently, many surfers tend to prefer the less popular beach of Crackington Haven and yes, they were there as well. And, no, I didn't get a photo!


Not a surfer, but Rosey checking her camera! In the background is Cornwall's highest cliff at 735 feet. There is Geocache at the top but my legs went weak at the thought!



More rock pools and colourful rock patterns. 

Some more history: 'Crackington' is a hybrid of Cornish and English 'Crack' means sandstone in Cornish and 'mutha tun' means river mouth farm in English. Located on part of the 600 mile South West Coast Path, Crackington is situated at the mouth of the picturesque valley which leads to Mineshop. It is of great geological importance with its carvoniferous rocks, which has even been given the name 'the Crackington Formation', for this reason the area has been designated a Site of Special Scientific Interest (SSSI), as well as an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. 
Crackington Haven was mainly used for the Quarrying of Slate. Large vessels would come in and beach themselves at mid tide, unload their cargo of limestone & coal, load up with slate taken from the cliffs and on the next high tide they would sail away. In the 19th Century plans were drawn up to build a harbour at Crackington, luckily these plans were abandoned leaving its unspoilt beauty relatively unchanged for centuries. 
Wrecks are said to have supplied much of the early building materials in Crackington. The rocky headlands claimed many boats all along the coast. If you walk around the rocks from Crackington Haven Beach off to the left, you may stumble across the last remaining parts of the WW2 S89 German E boat which broke tow whilst en route to Wales and washed up on Tremoutha Haven Beach on 5th October 1946. The engines are still visible and low tide for about three hours per day, please be careful not to get cut off by the tide. 
Crackington, along with Boscastle, suffered a great deal of damage in the flood of 16th August 2004. Shops, cafes and homes were flooded, cars washed out to sea, and the bridge suffered structural damage which has since been repaired. Crackington has never seen anything like it before. Seeing the peaceful village now, it is hard to believe that anything ever happened! The Cabin Cafe has a photo album showing the damage that occurred on that day, it is well worth a look. 



Just `round the corner` from Crackington Haven is the church of St Gennys, which is named after Saint Genesius. The church is built into a hillside, or so it seems! Note the sloping graveyard. 


... and is this the Priest's door? The door itself is very new. 

The cult of Genesius spread quickly from Arles into other parts of the empire, including Rome, where a titular church was built. It was then assumed that he was a Roman martyr: hence "Genesius of Rome". Later on, even more confusion helped to create an entirely fictional legend, in which he was a comedian who had converted to Christianity half-way through performing an anti-Christian satire, and was then beheaded. This latter story began in the 6th century at the latest. 
Having wondered who this Saint was, I checked with Wikipedia and found this: 
Genesius (Gennys) died as a martyr c. 303 AD. He is mentioned in several sources as having been martyred under the persecutions of Maximian and Diocletian. Genesius was a legal clerk, and on one occasion was so upset by the edict of persecution that he heard that he left his position. He went in search of baptism, but was not trusted by the bishop he found, who instead advised him that martyrdom was at least as good in the eyes of God. Genesius was eventually beheaded. 
The things you learn!! Now an obscure hamlet in North Cornwall has a church dedicated to him. Few churches in Cornwall can rival St. Gennys for its setting. Tucked under the lee of the cliff, and thus protected from the Atlantic gales, the church and its sloping graveyard command one of the finest views in North Cornwall, over Bude Bay and up the Bristol Channel to where Lundy Island can be seen. 


Well, here is the view, but I could not see Lundy. 


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Friday, 9 September 2016

Westward Ho! and Clovelly

Our first call was to Westward Ho!, neither of us having been here before. The day was dull and damp, so not many pictures but a record of our visit. This town is the only one in the UK with an exclamation mark in the title - due in fact to the author Charles Kingsley writing a book with that title and being honoured with the town being named after his book! Some honour I must say.


Why is it that the weather can be downright appalling, and there is still someone on the beach? 


I just loved the shape of these roofs on the seafront at Westward Ho! Having decided that Westward Ho! did not warrant too much time, we headed to our next stop of Clovelly - a beautiful village, which is privately owned, and a must on any Cornwall itinerary. 


Clovelly has been associated with just three families since the middle of the 13th century, a period of nearly 800 years.Earlier, at the time of Clovelly’s inclusion in the Domesday Book, it was owned by the King; it enjoyed many royal associations from the 9th century up to 1242, when it was acquired by the Giffard family. The Giffards were of Norman origin, and Walter Giffard came to England as one of Duke William’s closest advisors. Sir Roger Giffard then ‘subinfeuded’ (sublet) the Manor of Clovelly from Walter. The first recorded rector of Clovelly in 1262 was also a Giffard. 



As you can see from these images, the streets are not for motorised traffic, but careful pedestrians! 
Walking down the village street you will see many houses inscribed with the initials CH and FH and a date. The dates mark the renovation of the building to meet modern-day standards, but the foundations and outer walls are much older. The estate was left in 1936 a Betty Asquith who was the daughter of Constance Manners (née Hamlyn Fane) and Lord Manners. Betty and Arthur had four daughters. Mary, the eldest, married Keith Rous from the Henham Estate in Suffolk in 1943. She inherited the Clovelly Estate on Betty's death in 1962. Her son, John Rous, took over the running of the estate in 1983. 


If you need some help down, then maybe a donkey? Donkeys still live at the the top of the hill where children can have a donkey ride in the summer. Visitors have to park at the top of the hill next to the Heritage Centre as traffic is banned from the high street. There is a Land Rover service which ferries visitors up and down via a back road, for those not wishing to negotiate the steep hill on foot. This service takes visitors as far as the Red Lion beside the harbour. 
The street drops 400ft in the half mile down to the small harbour. That is a very steep road and needs a few stops on the way up! 


A cat and his window 


What about the sledge? Well, Nowadays all goods from groceries to furniture are transported by sledge. The sledges can be seen at the side of the cottages as you walk down through the village to the Harbour. 



...and some decorated doorways. 


Watching over it all. 


Looking down into the quaint harbour. 


Another view of the harbour. 


This schooner was replenishing its supplies as we looked around the village. 

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Sunday, 4 September 2016

Still Life experiments

Still life photography is a genre of photography used for the depiction of inanimate subject matter, typically a small group of objects. It is the application of photography to the still life artistic style. An example is food photography.

This genre gives the photographer more leeway in the arrangement of design elements within a composition compared to other photographic genres, such as landscape or portrait photography. Lighting and framing are important aspects of still life photography composition.
Still life in painting has a very long history, I believe the Egyptians painted still life scenes in their tombs. 
This is not something that I had tried before so a weekend playing with objects to get a picture was at time frustrating and at other times amusing. Here are a few of the results. 


(... and its a good book)


Time to start swotting!


I have Bean canoeing.


Time for a cuppa.


Times to read the news

I am not sure if these images qualify for `Still Life`, but I had fun producing them. Maybe the light on them could have had more attention?


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