Thursday, 15 October 2026

Changing roles

There's a first time for everything and last weekend TYM led us on a walk that he had planned. Up to now the boot has been on the other foot, but it felt really good to let someone else be in the driving seat. Unusually for me I knew that we were going to Silchester and that was it. Hadn't done a scrap of research so went preparing to be surprised.

First off I didn't know where the location was. It turned out that we'd parked in Berkshire and yet within a few hundred metres we had crossed the county border into Hampshire. Of course, I had to do that thing where you stand in two places at once, but I resisted the temptation of a photo recording the moment. It's hardly on the same scale of being in two countries at one or both sides of the equator is it now😀 I was intrigued by that Camino Ingles sign. It turns out that for a short while we were on St James' Way which runs for 68 miles from Reading Abbey to God's House in Southampton and is part of the English Way [one of the official pilgrim routes crisscrossing the country]. It follows the old Roman road and therein lay my biggest clue....



By the early years of the first century CE the Iron Age Atrebates tribe had established a successful base called Calleva here which had passed into Roman hands within a few years of their invasion in 43CE. The Romans built upon the success of their forebears and over time it became a thriving town laid out on the classic grid system with temples, a forum basilica, dwellings, shops, places of work, public baths, a mansio [a type of rest house for travellers like the Travel Lodge of its day] by the South Gate and even an amphitheatre at the eastern end. The remains of the amphitheatre were far more extensive than I had expected. Having spoken to a chap who was exploring too he said that it used to be flooded. Back in the day it would have seen much violence with gladiatorial combats, executions and wild animal fights. Horse bones were discovered here.


For a place that was so successful it inevitably went into decline once the Romans left, but did not follow the more usual trajectory of such places. Often you will find that over a time a Medieval town would replace it, but by the time of Domesday it is recorded as being a Medieval village and even that had disappeared by 1400. All we have remaining today are the original Roman walls with a couple of its gates. You can walk round them looking down on the original site and the 12th century church of St Mary's. Naturally I took the opportunity to have a quick lap round...not much time to dally though with the chaps with me and most of the walk still to do!


It has a charming interior with 14th century wall paintings, a Jacobean pulpit with that rather impressive domed tester above it [it acts as a sound board], a 15th century wooden angelic screen with a modern stitched kneeler to match and the effigy of Eleanor Baynard [or possibly not]. I have included her accompanying notes as they contain some interesting information about her attire and details of her tomb for anyone who might be interested to read more.






All in all a most splendid of days spent together in our little family unit. TYM even took us out for a drink to the pub afterwards. It was lovely to spend a few hours together as these times don't come around very often. We were actually helping him to recce part of the walk that he's leading for a group next month. I hope that those on it enjoy it as much as we did. Although it's owned by English Heritage, it is free entry.

Hope everyone has a good weekend.

Arilx


Monday, 12 October 2026

Famous Last Words

Do you remember thoses famous words uttered by Sir Steve Redgrave immediately after he'd won gold at the 1996 Atlantic Olympics "Anyone who sees me anywhere near a boat again, ever, you've got permission to shoot me." As we now know he won his 5th gold in Sydney in 2000.

 I swore after making the wizard mask and remaking my own mask there would be no more (bar me doing the sewing David made the wren) and for two years I have stuck to my pledge. Unfortunately my busy brain spotted a gap in the market and decided it would be rather marvellous to have a green lady to accompany our greenman and she'd come in handy for a few of our stories. I checked with the Squire who was in agreement so here we go again. Having only myself to blame and knowing how difficult I find it to pin down a final design it's taken a few drafts to get there. Thankfully it all fell into place last week. The Squire is very happy with it so here we go again. There are many, many hours ahead of sewing to get it and her accompanying tatter jacket stitched. I am aiming to finish by the Spring. When will I ever learn eh💚


Arilx


Friday, 9 October 2026

Madfabulous

It was a bit of an overcast rainy day [not surprising really as we were in Wales which is renowned for it] when we paid Plas Newydd House a visit. Somehow the grey stone worked in all that damp and after the parched summer we've just had down here it was a total surprise to see just how vibrant and colourful the garden looked even in these conditions.








Once we'd crossed the threshold we were faced with a militaria collection which isn't for me personally, but this reflects the taste of the many different owners. Currently there's an exhibition showing recreations of the theatrical outfits worn by the flamboyant 5th Marquis of Anglesey Henry Cyril Paget [1879-1905] where he made his home the place he could express his true self through the clothes he wore. Tragically he died of TB at the tender age of 29. These costumes were made for the 'Madfabulous' film about his life which was released this year.





If you are a fan of Rex Whistler's work [me! me!] you might enjoy the 17.5m mural he was commissioned to paint in 1936. It is the imagined view from the house. It is so rich in detail that I took the time to admire it from both afar and at close quarters. It was his intention to come back and complete the piece after the end of WWII, but alas it was never to be because he lost his life on the first day of action he saw.














At the time I did wonder if the gardener was a self portrait of the artist? It's very discreet, but my hunch was right! Hope you all have a great weekend.
Arilx





Wednesday, 7 October 2026

Hannah the Giant


Went to my first day of dance in Carshalton [which I didn't see much of beyond the pubs!] a few days ago. My single photo was of this 3.8m lass who is based on the legendary character of Hannah Clark who may or may not have existed. The story goes that Hannah was a witch from Hastings who lived in the Stag Inn in the 17th century. Tales of her antics abound, but the main one is that she walled up her cats in the chimney to ward against the plague. The evidence is there to this day as the pub is still going strong and the two mummified cats remain on display. This giantess was built by Derek Binns in 1994 as part of the Hastings Jack-in-the Green extravaganza, but after many years service she was retired in 2007 as there was no one available to carry out the running repairs she needed. She lived out her golden years quietly until the couple who housed her moved away in 2019. At this point Mark Duncan inherited her and he has brought her back to life. She was pressed back into action in 2022 and now has a few more miles on the clock. This year she has been over to Ath in Belgium to take part in their Maison des Geants event. She has a retinue of 15 volunteers who ensure she doesn't come to any harm and is apparently to be found when resting in her separate parts in the spare bedroom. Here she is dancing with her fellow giants earlier this year.


Arilx





 

Monday, 5 October 2026

Recommendation

We were chatting about upcoming hols with some Mythago friends and when I mentioned Anglesey they suggested a nearby NT property which I hadn't heard of. No idea why they thought I might like a castle rammed with grotesques👹

Now this might look for all the world like a traditional castle and it is indeed called Penrhyn Castle. However, appearances can be deceiving and for a mere 100 million quid [it cost£123K at the time] you could recreate this fantasy building we have before you. It was the fantastical idea of George Hay Dawkins-Pennant who owned obscene amounts of wealth earned from the enslaved people toiling on his Jamaican plantations and his slate mining interests in Wales. With this money this is what he and his architect Thomas Hopper created. George was a devotee of the Norman style of architecture and looked to the many beautiful cathedrals we still admire today in this land for inspiration. Believe you me it's all here and more. As you walk through the main door into the cavernous great hall it is akin to standing in one of these great churches. It's such an assault on the senses that it literally takes your breath away. Did I love it? Definitely not. It was way too much with every surface carved and it lacks a depth to it that the old carvings had. It's almost like painting by numbers, but it is equally extraordinary. The ornate staircase alone took a decade to complete and the whole project ran from 1822-1837. Sadly George only lived in his masterpiece for three years before dying in 1840. Rather touchingly the arch of hands are copies of the masons who created this work. 












Would I recommend a visit? 100% My photos simply can't capture how excessive and manic it is and I, for one, have never seen anything that even comes close!

Arilx


Friday, 2 October 2026

Goosed

29th September is Michaelmas and was once the traditional day for hosting a goose fair. It also happened to be my birthday and this old goose has stepped into another decade. Just some very quiet and lowkey celebrations here and just the way I like it. As I'm talking all things goose related I smiled when I spotted this sign on a recent walk. Out of a group of 15 only I and my Dad saw it. Now you.see where I get.it from. We both can't help, but stop to read stuff. Most definitely didn't want to get goosed by a goose!


Have a great weekend.

Arilx


Thursday, 24 September 2026

Decisions, decisions.


Now that's what I call a sign. If you're wondering we plumped for a spot of lunch at the Partridge in Singleton after completing our six mile walk. Have a great weekend folks.
Arilx

 

Changing roles

There's a first time for everything and last weekend TYM led us on a walk that he had planned. Up to now the boot has been on the other ...