Showing posts with label Cheltenham. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cheltenham. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Feeding time

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This murky photo from Anna Behan's collection (though not taken by her as she's in the picture herself) is the only one C-H-M has seen that shows the assembled multitude eating supper. Dr Ferris says it reminds him of the prisoners' meal scene in 'The Shawshank Redemption' ...

Discernible in the gloom are Julie Ann Souter, Mandy Hatherly, Anna, Training, Arwel Barrett and John Parry.

Dr Ferris has been inspired by yesterday's post to make the following observations: "It was good to see a photo of diggers drinking in the Imperial Beer Gardens in Cheltenham on the blog. I have already waxed lyrical on Crickley Hill Man's blog about days' off in Cheltenham and so won't go on too much more about the delights of this urban oasis; however, your picture brought to mind one extended lunchtime's drinking at the IBG, possibly in 1975, that was memorable for the appearance at the diggers' table of the improbably-named Sarah Goodnight, a model-tall, elegant and willowy American from one of the southern States. Spying us from the Promenade and coming over to say hello she surveyed the drinks table, groaning with empties and crowded with new pints, and the over-animated, dissolute diggers and asked 'Y'all jist sittin around here all day gittin drunk?', to which all happily replied 'yes'. Sarah then made her excuses and left. I just couldn't drink like that at lunchtimes nowadays; perhaps that's a good thing."

I don't think that Cheltenham Borough Council will thank you for calling them the Imperial Beer Gardens, Dr F ... binge drinking, broken Britain, mumble mumble, splutter ...

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Relaxing in Cheltenham ...

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It can't be December already, but it is. C-H-M enjoyed his Cooking Theory Examination yesterday and is looking forward to the Practical Examination on Friday. This involves cooking under examination conditions against the clock (no talking except about sharing ovens, no conferring, no asking the teachers what to do or how to cook it). If the food isn't served at the appointed hour you have to leave the kitchen and you fail. So served at exactly 1.30pm will be one loaf of Italian bread, one chicken sauté Normande with mashed potatoes, carrot batons and broccoli and one lemon meringue pie... And no, that's not a balanced menu: it's meant to test the skills we've learned this term, as indeed it will. Must go and write the time plan now. All good clean fun.

Also good clean fun was a visit to the beer tent on a Thursday off in Cheltenham. Pictured here in one of Corky Gregory's photos are, L to R: Paul Noakes, John Howell, C-H-M, Jane Charman, Ros Cleal and Jo Bacon. Judging from the immoderate amount of hair displayed by C-H-M this must be 1977. (C-H-M's hair featured for this season only as it all began to fall out the following year.) Dr Ferris remarked that I look as though I've walked into a Timotei advertisement: "Even now, people vividly remember the advert featuring a lady with wonderful long blonde hair walking through a sun-dappled meadow", says their website. Steady on, Dr Ferris ...

Friday, September 11, 2009

One Thursday in 1985 ...

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A day off in Cheltenham: this looks like a beautiful sunny day in the Imperial Gardens somewhere adjacent to the beer tent: amongst others, Corky Gregory, Rick Cleal, John Parry, Clive Anderson, Kate Heathcott and Ken Collier. Photo: Dr Phillpotts.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Holst & Crickley?

Joanne Milroy writes: "I have been away on holiday but the day before I set off I was brushing my teeth to the sound of the Today programme on a Friday morning when a news item popped up about about a newly-discovered piece of archive film featuring the Cheltenham born composer Gustav Holst. Apparently Holst was an eccentric figure, and the radio item reported how once he was chased away by a local farmer after he spent the day on the top of a nearby Gloucestershire hill top practising his trombone. The farmer apparently complained how the noise worried his cow.

I was just thinking, while still brushing my teeth, whether the said hill top might be Crickley, when the Chair of the Holst Birthplace Trust was introduced. It turned out to be none other than Marjorie Imlah, well known among many Crickley-ites from the mid 1980s-early 1990s vintage, as the manager of the GLOSCAT Crickley "Project".

Richard Savage and others will have to fill you in on the "project" work. I was never quite sure of the purpose- although I do recall expeditions transporting vast quantities of finds and scrunging material either from the hill to the 'Project' or from the 'Project' back to the hill. I can't even remember where the Project was located although I seem to recall it was near Travis Perkins, the builders merchants where we often used to go for advance weekend mending and renovation kit. I think Waitrose has now nicely sanitised this part of Cheltenham now.

I seem to remember JP had various touching terms of endearment for the project and various personalities connected with it. The Project did spawn the yellow peril bus and there was a lovely lady called Liz, who was Marjorie's deputy and often drove the bus around the district to schools and other destinations to spread the Word about Crickley.

Perhaps Richard and Phil can provide more detail?"

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

The Franco-Iranian representatives: 1980

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Maryam Ghaffari and Elsa Charlot came to Crickley Hill for at least three seasons between 1979 and 1981 and various friends of theirs accompanied them: the main photograph in this collage shows Maryam and Marine with their post holes.  The other shots show Maryam with Clive Anderson in the background, Maryam and Elsa together, with Maryam resting on her friend Arnelle, and Elsa relaxing in Cheltenham and during a tea break.  All these shots come from Dr Phillpotts's 1980 collection.  In the shot of Maryam and Elsa together in the background can be detected Steve Vaughan, Joanne Milroy, Mike Adams and Dan Johnson.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

The Promenade, Cheltenham

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Cheltenham was a beautiful place in which to spend our Thursdays off.  Here is a postcard which I acquired from eBay of the Promenade probably a year or two before the excavations began. From the clothing, this photograph may well have been taken in the years between the turn of the 20th century and the First World War.  But hold on a moment -- is that Terry Courtney in the foreground driving one of his limousines?

Monday, February 23, 2009

The Bandstand in Montpelier Gardens

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I suspect from the style that this postcard of the bandstand in Montpelier Gardens in Cheltenham may be not far off 100 years old. Look at the long skirts of the women to the left. Notice also the archery targets.  Practising for Agincourt the remake ... But the gardens still have the same feel to them now and did when we were digging.  Long lazy Thursdays to contrast with all the hard work the rest of the week.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Hula Hoop woman writes ...

Joanne Milroy writes: "A footnote on Hula Hoop frenzy - Crickley Hill Man asserts "no alcohol in evidence" in the picture.  The problem with Crickley Hill Man is that he has spent far too long in recent years living a gentrified life making mango clafoutis and enjoying the West London dinner party scene, quaffing from Habitat glasses.  [Well, fair enough, but North London and I get my glasses from Divertimenti - C-H-M.]   'Naughty' Nicky does have a drink in her hand, it just happens to be in a very serviceable plastic mug. I seem to recall Bacardi was her drink of choice.   
 
I happened to drive down the Leckhampton Road a couple of weeks ago.  I noticed that Threshers - scene of many a Crickley Hill booze run - is still going strong.  There has also been a new addition to the road - a rather insalubrious establishment called "Bargain Booze" - which presumably, if it had been there c.1980, would have been the off-licence of choice for hard up diggers. 
 
I was in Cheltenham for the funeral of my aunt, who was the reason why I came to Crickley in the first place.  I figured that I could always disappear off to her flat for a bath and a decent meal on a Thursday - if conditions proved primitive (which indeed they did). A disproportionate number of Crickely-ites seemed to have relatives in Cheltenham for the same reason."

Monday, February 2, 2009

Dreamy days off in Cheltenham ...

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Amongst my recent acquisitions in the world of eBay postcards is this charming old view of one of the lakes in Pittville Park in Cheltenham.  I remember once or twice going out in a rowing boat on a Thursday.  The other thing that has just floated back into memory is the 'pitch and putt' golf course.  There was no history of golf in my family, rather the reverse: remorseless contempt for the game and its participants was the unkind & irrational pose adopted by both my parents.  As a rebellious adolescent, therefore, away from home for the first time, the Pittville 18-hole 'pitch and putt' course was an irresistible temptation & the first time I ever held a golf club.  

I was really not doing badly and was on the 18th tee in a near miraculous score only two or three over par.  For a first round, even on a pitch and putt that's pretty amazing. I then lost six balls in row (all I had or could afford) by shanking them into the lake.  The more I tried to correct it, the worse the shot.  I never finished the round.  It was to be twenty eight years until I held a golf club again and, if truth be told, unsurprisingly my game showed only modest improvement.  But then I don't really feel that archaeology and golf are natural bedfellows: I can't remember much enthusiam for the game at Crickley.  But then again, we scarcely needed exercise with all that digging.  And what does pickaxing do to your swing?

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Witts's Ancient Camps - Crickley Camp

An extract from the Archaeological Handbook of the County of Gloucester by George Witts published by G. Norman, Clarence Street Cheltenham, n.d. (1883):

"No. 34. — Crickley Hill Camp.

This lies one mile north of the village of Birdlip, in the parish of Cubberley, and four miles south of Cheltenham. It is protected by a mound and ditch running across the projecting height in a slightly curved line, with a second mound and ditch running parallel to the main one, and 100 yards from it. The remaining three sides of the camp are protected by the precipitous nature of the hill. The area defended is about nine acres, and the earthworks still remaining show what an important position it must have been. On the high ground to the east of the camp the defences are much stronger than they are on the lower ground as they approach the escarpment. Unlike most other camps in the county, this has a perfect entrance, defended by an advanced bank and ditch; and in the immediate neighbourhood are six round barrows and one fine long barrow. 

See "Archaeologia," vol. XIX, p170, also "Proceedings Cott. Nat. Field Club," vol. VI, p210 and also "Transactions Bristol and Glou. Archae. Soc.," 1879-80, p206."

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Ferris lashes back:

Julie-Ann's post about Captain Frank Shaw's extraordinary literary talent seems to have hit the Ferris mark.

"Well, 'stap me vitals', as I believe the stoker (was he called Corky?), 'the cavalier of the shovel', at one point exclaims in the Crickley cult book 'Captain Lash'.  Fancy Julie-Ann remembering this book after all these years.  [She's doing a bit more than remembering it - she's recording it for those who've been deprived of it thus far in their lives! Ed.] My copy and copies of some four or five other books by Captain Frank H. Shaw are in a box somewhere in the loft here in Selly Oak and haven't been looked at for some time.  The original copy of 'Captain Lash' came either from a charity shop in Cheltenham or, more likely, from Alan Hancox's marvellous and greatly-missed secondhand bookshop at the end of the Promenade. Who acquired it first, I cannot remember, but I know a number of us eventually had copies, as it was a regular fixture in charity shops in those days, along with books by Hall Caine, Rumer Godden and Storm Jameson. Am I right in thinking that Chris Phillpotts adapted 'Captain Lash' as a play that was performed at Ullenwood one year or is this a figment of my fevered imagination?"

Sunday, January 4, 2009

One Thursday in 1985 ...

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For reasons I know not - but I'm sure enlightenment would come from Messrs. Dixon or Savage - Thursday was the rest day. By and large, because the bus that stopped at the end of Greenway Lane went to Cheltenham, almost everyone went into Cheltenham on Thursdays to do a little bit of shopping and to relax.  Few people, especially in the first 15 years of the excavations, had cars, so other destinations than Cheltenham were a rarity.  (Much for the same reason, public houses other than the Air Balloon were rarely honoured with the diggers' custom.  There were occasional trips to the Green Dragon at Cowley, but not much else.)

Favoured haunts included the Montpellier end of town, the Promenade and the Imperial Gardens.  The latter, I think, is the location of the above Phillpotts 1985 picture of Sasha Judelson and Alan Lupton (with a hint of Nadine Munn-Baron on the left).

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Richard Savage's Prologue 1988



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My thanks again to Richard Savage and the Crickley Hill Trust for permission to reproduce material from Richard's 1988 booklet "Crickley Hill: Village, Fortress, Shrine". If you click on the images they will enlarge, but for ease of reading I reproduce the text below.

"Between 210 and 135 million years ago, much of the area which is now Britain was covered by ancient seas.  In their warm waters were deposited the clays, sands and limestones that make up the Cotswolds we see today.  The plants and animals living in them are preserved as fossils in the rocks of the period, known as the Jurassic, which stretch obliquely across England from Dorset to Yorkshire.  The hard limestones end in a scarp on their western side which drops abruptly for several hundred metres to the valleys.  These rocks were lifted from the seabed by earth movements which also tilted them so that in the Cotswolds they sloped gently downwards towards the southeast.

Crickley Hill is a promontory of the Cotswold scarp, 8 km from Gloucester and 5 km from Cheltenham.  The nature of the limestone uplands has had a profound influence on the use of the hill in ancient times and our approach to studying it.  The Stone ("oolite") is permeable to water, providing a light well-drained soil with clear springs issuing at a lower level - 60 m below the summit of Crickley - where the limestone meets impermeable clay.  Much of the stone, especially that near the surface, splits easily into pieces of the size and shape suitable for building.  Post holes and stake holes can be made in it with simple tools, though the rock is hard enough to discourage casual digging.  It is easily and permanently discoloured by fire, and at high temperature (900 - 1,000°C) turns to quicklime, which, when slaked, forms a powdery mortar-like aggregation.  The Crickley stone is not of the best quality, so there has been only local demand for it as building stone, though it has been burned for line and used as road stone.  Accordingly the damage to the promontory by quarrying has been limited; it has removed several metres from the south side, and made both sides steeper.  They were always steep enough to make ascent troublesome and to prolong a climber's exposure to observation from above. (Illustration: Exposure of oolitic limestone in the Crickley Hill quarry)

Within 25 km of Crickley more than a dozen hill-forts take advantage of similar conditions.

Flint, on which everyday technology depended in Britain until after 2000 BC, does not occur in limestone, though small pieces of poor quality may be found in gravel deposits.  In this, the inhabitants of Crickley and their neighbours could never be self-sufficient, and they had to obtain supplies from areas of chalk to the south and east, none nearer than 50 kms away.  All flint found on the hill was brought by man.  

A natural hollow, 100m long and 25 m wide, runs beside the southern edge of the hill at its western end.  It represents a fissure in the rock which it will eventually break the mass to the south of it away into the valley, but it has been stable for at least 6000 years, since the neolithic period. The limestone along its bottom and has degraded to a matrix of small particles which is easy to dig into.  The traces of neolithic houses the best preserved here, where substantial postholes could most easily be made with the tools of time, and here, too, we can follow the small grooves and stake holes intended for wattle fencing. (Illustration: Typical fossils of the Crickley Oolite)

The soil on the hill is shallow, seldom exceeding 15 cms thick. Because of this the stratigraphy - the sequence of deposited layers which can be distinguished from one another and analysed to establish a succession of events - is severely limited.  There are substantial accumulations only in such large features as ditches and quarry pits, and not always there.  On the other hand, all but the most trivial ground-work has always had to affect the bedrock, in which its traces are usually permanent and unmistakable.

Since the stone resists erosion fairly well, and even the normal methods of building "drystone" (mortarless) walls make surprisingly durable structures, we can usually recognize even slight remains of walling, the residues of ancient demolition.  It is a feature of the site that the prehistoric walls have not been much robbed of their stone in recent centuries. Unofrtunately the Crickley soil preserves seeds, pollen, and other organic remains only when they have been carbonised by heat, and not always then.  On the other hand, it preserves snail shells very well indeed.  These can often be used as evidence of the nature of the environment during the snails' lifetime at the places where they are found; species can be identified which prefer grassland, for example, or shady woodland.  It also preserves bone, when this has been buried, and thus protected, in pits and ditches.

Crickley Hill may have had a key position in the prehistoric geography of the region, offering a near approach of the Cotswold upland to the lowest part of the Severn at which it could be crossed into Wales without much difficulty, perhaps on the northern side of Gloucester.  The hill has easy access eastwards to the Thames Valley and south-east Britain while any trade with running from south-west to north-east along the high ground of the limestone scarp must have passed close to it.  It is tempting to speculate that Crickley may have stood near, and at some periods on, a cross roads, where apart from the river crossing in the Vale reached the uplands and divided into north, south and eastward routes, and this was recurrent motif in its long story. (Illustration: Prehistoric use of oolite. The wall of the second hillfort"

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Hut angst ...

I asked the other day whether the number of huts grew over the years: heartfelt observations from PWD on the matter:

"The huts - ah what a saga of tortures. We started in 1969 with one hut. This had been used at Leckhampton in the spring of that year, and I recall spending a couple of days on Richard’s lawn with Bas Roscoe making and fitting a solid pine table top to swing up and form a shutter across the triple window opening, and adding extra internal struts to strengthen the frame. This hut survived well for the whole programme of nearly 30 years, and was used as the main finds hut. Initially it was also used to store all the tools at the end of the day. In 1970 and 1971 we acquired small huts, both painted grey I think, for tools, and Richard donated another hut when he moved from Cheltenham to Rodhampton at around that time. The growing size of the excavation team led to the acquiring of further huts when available, up to about seven, not all of which survived wind and rain. The tortures came in trying to get all the tools and huts up to site in one day (for cheapness of lorry hire), and the logistics were formidable, with at first only Richard having a vehicle, and so being reliant on him to fetch food and water for the team up on site. At first we all stayed in Richard’s house in Cheltenham, moving to Ullenwood for the first time in I think 1971. Ah me. Must have been younger then.."

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Roll of Honour - Sponsors and Trustees 1988


The annual feat of organisation of the logistics of the excavation was a phenomenal achievement by Philip Dixon, Richard Savage and their helpers. The inside cover of Richard's 1988 booklet lists the major sponsors amongst the many who helped.  Where are they now? Well, I've done a bit of hunting about to see what I can find: Gloucs County CouncilCheltenham Borough Council, Tewkesbury Borough Council, GCAT, Nottingham University, St Paul & St Mary, Crickley Trust, Dulverton Trust, Mcfarlane Walker Trust, Not much sign of Dowty Trust, Major Peter Birchall, Budget are no longer in Cheltenham, Mira has changed hands, Mike Cuttell had a little bit of local difficulty a few years back, H W G Elwes's honorary degree page has a biography of him, no trace of P J Kerr, Cherry Lavell's books are on Amazon, Lloyds Bank is about to own half the UK financial system, Tom Morris DLC MIBE was the original owner of the land which he gave to the County Council that now forms the Country Park, no trace of J R Newbury, Spirax Sarco make steam systems, the Spurgin Trust appears to have sunk without trace, Imperial Trident Life is now part of Lincoln Assurance and had trouble with the FSA, Tungum, Warner Fairfax get a mention here, but seem to have disappeared, Westbury were bought by Persimmon, and Whitbread no longer brew beer ...
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Saturday, August 9, 2008

Where you could have gone to get some peace on your Thursday off, but probably didn't ...



Gloucester Cathedral Cloister at it most serene. Trips into Gloucester were pretty rare, unless you were one of the fortunate few who had access to a car. Buses into Cheltenham from the end of Greenway Lane were the usual choice on Thursdays. Cavendish House, The Sandwich Box, the Beer Tent, the Cinema, Pittville Park

Further WWII snippet from Alan Drewett's Gloucestershire Transport website

Despite its distance from the embarkation ports used by Operation Overlord, Gloucestershire played a vital role in the preparations for D-Day on 6 June 1944. As well as the GRCW produced Churchills, Sherman tanks were a common sight around Tewkesbury.

The Royal Army Service Corps moved out of its base at Ashchurch ( only built in 1940 and now a British army vehicle depot once again) in July 1942 to make way for the US 3025th, 3026th and 3043rd Ordnance Units as well as the 622 Unit Ordnance Base Automotive Battalion. Within a year, over 2 000 GIs were stationed there - some being billeted at Tewkesbury's Royal Hop Pole Hotel while others found digs with local families.

More US service personnel took over Mythe House, which had previously been occupied by the Healing Family who owned Borough Mill in Tewkesbury. The fine country house became a military hospital, with wounded soldiers being brought to Ashchurch by train and transferred to Mythe House by ambulance. However, such was the damage that the Americans had inflicted on Mythe House by VE Day that it was too expensive to repair and was finally demolished in 1955.

A similar fate almost befell Cheltenham's Pittville Pump Room, where both interior and exterior embellishments were used for target practice and a large stuffed anaconda from a glass case in the Pump Rooms ended up in Pittville lake. The Queen's Hotel, meanwhile, became the American Officer's Club - and played host to such visiting entertainers as Bob Hope - and Imperial Gardens became a truck park. At Ullenwood, the 110th US General Hospital was built to accommodate 2 000 wounded: with every brick, pane of glass, length of timber and bag of cement being imported across the Atlantic.

However, Cheltenham was by this time even more cosmopolitan than usual with uniformed men from the Netherlands, Poland, Belgium, Denmark, France, Latvia, Lithuania, New Zealand and Australia and many of these visited Cheltenham Services Club in Regent Street. This was founded by local philanthropist Cyril Bird " for the moral welfare of Cheltenham as well as the pleasure and well being of the forces." The club was run jointly by Cheltenham Corporation, church groups, the WVS and YMCA.