Showing posts with label architecture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label architecture. Show all posts

Monday, 24 April 2017

National Treasures: Uppark

Uppark is our most local of National Trust properties, it's literally just down the road from us. So near in fact that Andy who has lived here most of his life, could see the smoke rising from the property when a devastating fire engulfed the property in 1989*.

The house, set high on the South Downs, was built for Ford Grey (1655—1701), the first Earl of Tankerville, c.1690 and was sold in 1747 to Sir Matthew Fetherstonhaugh and his wife Sarah. Matthew and Sarah redecorated the house extensively from 1750 to 1760 and introduced most of the existing collection of household items displayed today, much of it collected on their Grand Tour of 1749 to 1751.

Their only son, Sir Harry Fetherstonhaugh, added to the collection and commissioned Humphrey Repton to add a new pillared portico, dairy and landscaped garden. In the 19th century stables and kitchens were added as separate buildings, connected to the main building by tunnels.

H.G. Wells spent part of his boyhood at Uppark, where his mother, Sarah, was housekeeper between 1880 and 1893. She had previously been employed there between 1850 and 1855, as housemaid to Lady Fetherstonhaugh's sister. Wells' father Joseph, a gardener, was employed at Uppark in 1851 and he and Sarah married in 1853.

When we visited, the day I was declared most exotic visitor by staff, the house itself was not actually open, we had access to just the servants quarters ...





the underground tunnels ...

Longest ladder in the world!

The wine cellar ...

The stables ...

and the dolls house!

You just know these walk around at night by themselves, don't you.

The wind was blowing a hooly on our visit and it was drizzling too, so the only photo I was able to take of the actual house was this one ...

We did return shortly after when the house was open, but photography wasn't permitted. It amused me that so many of the volunteers recognised me!

It was interesting though, to see the restoration work to the downstairs rooms. For example, they have purposely left repaired ornamental wood work unpainted around the doors so you can see the process.

* On 30 August 1989 the building was devastated by a fire caused by a workman's blowtorch whilst repairing lead flashing on the roof, just two days before the work was due to be completed. The fire broke out during opening hours. Many works of art and pieces of furniture were carried out of the burning building by members of the Meade-Fetherstonehaugh family, National Trust staff and members of the public.

Although the garret and first floors collapsed onto the lower floors and the garret and first floor contents were lost completely, the floors largely fell clear of the ground floor walls and much of the panelling and decoration survived. Much of the contents of the ground floor was crushed but not burned; metalwork was able to be straightened and cleaned, crystal chandeliers were able to be reassembled, and even the elaborate tassels on the chandelier ropes were able to be conserved. The decision to restore the house came after it was determined that restoration would be a cheaper insurance settlement than complete pay out for a total loss.

Most of the pictures and furniture in the house were saved. The building has since been completely restored with many lost crafts relearned in the restoration process, and it re-opened its doors in 1995.

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

The Folly Bird Part III

Remember when I started my folly series and only ever put up two posts? No? Well part one can be found  here and part two here It evidently took a concussion for me to remember!

Last Thursday I was on my way from the kitchen to the hall to retrieve the vacuum cleaner and Belle, who was napping, chose that moment to wake and dart toward me, just as I was stepping over one of the cardboard boxes both she and Bob like to play with. Trying not to step on her, I over compensated and my notoriously poor balance came in to play as next thing I know, I lost my balance and smacked my head, hard on the corner of the door. My, that hurt, hurt more than I thought it would and within seconds I had a large egg sized lump on my forehead right above my eye. The pain floored me completely and I sat on the hall floor for a moment, trying to make sense of what had happened.

I tried to call Andy but his phone was evidently on silent. I had just about enough sense remaining to call the minor injuries department at the local hospital who told me to get someone to bring me along so I could be checked out. Long story short, after much calling of Andy to no avail, I found a neighbour who was not only kind enough to drive me to the hospital, but she also waited with me and then drove me home and babysat me until Andy came home, as the hospital wouldn't let me leave with a concussion unless someone was going to be with me for the next forty eight hours.

By the time Andy was home, I had a delightful purple bruise and a big old lump. I recall looking at it and thinking it wasn't too bad all things considered. Then I got the headache from the depths of Hades. I swear I have had kinder migraines.

On Sunday, I saw that my bruise was spreading out. Still purple at the point of impact, it was fanning out to a wonderful shade of yellow across my forehead and down my temple. Skip to the afternoon and a glance in the mirror saw some extreme looking eye make up going on. I took my glasses off for a better look and found I now had a black eye to compliment my lump and purple bruise. This bewildered me completely as I had hit my head on Thursday but it also amused me as it looked like heavily applied Egyptian make up. I did read that soft tissue bruises can take longer to appear so that must be it.

So thank you Belle for that. I am though, now able to walk in as straight a line as I ever could, though I am grounded in flat shoes for a while (booooo!) but I am still getting nasty headaches and my recall isn't brilliant. I spent far too long trying to think of the word service last night, when talking about the pomp and ceremony of Catholic church services. I also look like I have been through the wars as a large portion of my face is now yellow and black.

And, it was this morning that I recalled that I hadn't finished my folly series! So, here you are!

This camel folly resides in Milland, West Sussex and is the work of painter and cartoonist Gerald Scarfe who has worked as an editorial cartoonist for The Sunday Times and illustrator for The New Yorker as well as working with Pink Floyd. He also provided the opening credits for Yes Minister and Yes, Prime Minister.

When Andy first took me to see this, we weren't sure if we were in the correct place and asked a passing man who was cycling with his small children, if the camel was in that field and he looked at us as if we were raving man and ushered his children quickly away! Turns out it was, but I couldn't locate my original photos, so we went back, but Andy had to actually take these for me, as it wasn't accessible for Melanie's. It didn't have the pitched roof when I first saw it, this must be a later addition.

Tuesday, 28 March 2017

Architecture Tart Tuesday: London and Canterbury:

Today I shall take you to Canterbury and London.

All photos taken by me.

First, Canterbury.


Next, London.
One of my favourites! Battersea Power Station.


Imperial War Museum, formally Bethlem Hospital.



I'm guessing MI5.



And this is MI6.