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Thursday, November 06, 2008

Done and Dusted

Today I went to Ightham Mote, a medieval manor house in Kent, for a lecture tour to see how the house is put to bed for the winter. It was a fascinating experience.

The house has been added to and adapted over time, but the earliest date for its construction comes from timbers that dendrochronologists have dated to 1320. Even then, during restoration work, a number of 13th century timbers were found which no-one can explain.

When The National Trust took the house over in the 1980s at the gift of the Robinsons, an American family, parts of it were in such a dilapidated state that they were in danger of collapsing into the moat.


The house before the restoration began.





(Mote and moat are two different words, by the way, the former being a meeting place.)

In 1989 The National Trust started a £10 million restoration project which was only completed in 2003. Section by section they dismantled the house and painstakingly restored what they could, and replaced in as authentic a manner as possible parts of the fabric that could not be repaired. The intention was to put it back to the style in which it had been handed to them, so early features that had been covered up were restored then covered up again, perfect even though no-one could see them.
Aerial view of the house in the last phase of the restoration.


The following are various views taken from outside the central courtyard.

























The Great Hall is part of the original 14th century building.


Today's tour took us away from the usual tour of the house. The guide showed us how the contents are cleaned and covered at the end of the season, and how the plans for evacuating the contents in the event of fire or flood are put into force. She told us about the deep cleaning of the building, and showed us the gadgets and gizmos they have bought or invented themselves to reach those difficult high-up corners, or remove dust from delicate items. She spoke of the latest thinking about putting pictures to bed - they used to be wrapped, but apparently that causes potentially damaging micro-climates, so they are just left on the walls when the rooms are darkened for the close season. They even have little pieces of carded material which will react with light to show when items in a room have been exposed to too much light. The humidity detectors in the rooms signal a central system so that the heating will come on if a room becomes too humid.
We went into attics, where things that cannot be displayed, or are in need of restoration, are stored, and up and down a couple of precarious staircases. There is no sense that a few years ago the whole thing was in pieces and has been put back together like a giant 3-D jigsaw. Timbers and floorboards have a real feeling of age, thrown into sharp relief by the modern but sympathetically produced replacement pieces.
The other people on the tour were a friendly bunch. I was talking to two 60-something middle class women about Barack Obama. They were as pleased as we all were about his election.
We had a great lunch, and then I managed to buy the DVD of the Time Team Special about the final stages of the restoration. All the pictures in this article are taken from the programme.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

In The Dark with Vincent

If only.

This is another episode I find uncomfortable. Doesn't stop me, of course...

"Oh, Doctor, PLEASE let me perform the autopsy!"


"They don't call me Golden Balls for nothing."

Bobby in the dark.




An early example of the Cheek Chew, and a very endearing curl. My guess is this shot was done at another time, when his hair was growing for Welles, before he did Want.


"Man, I can hardly see past your gut."


"They bought me the wrong size jacket again."


No comment.


That's right, Bobby, pucker up and give us a kiss.


Even less comment!


Twice!


"Er...Not sure what you're getting at."


OK, then sweetheart, thrice!


A shady character.


No comment four times.


Sad pennies dropping.


Sneaky.



A happy happenstance.





Congratulations USA!

Like so many others I couldn't bring myself to believe that American voters would keep their cool and vote for Obama.

Well, they did, and the whole world must surely benefit from the election of such an inspirational and charismatic leader.

I just hope he can find solutions to the myriad of problems Bush will be leaving it to him to sort out.


Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Physical Therapy

I wouldn't want that squitty little massage therapist anywhere near me, but Bobby can smash me with his weights any time.

"Huh?"


Groin!


I just want to nibble that little overhanging flap of neck, please.


That's a very flirty look, Bobby.
But that's a guy!


"It's downhill all the way, now."


"Why does the camera in the photo booth always flash
just at the moment you look away?"


"Nearly got it! Damn, missed again."


I just love that wayward curl.


What a generous offering of neck for kissing.


"You're going DOWN!"
On you, please, Bobby.


What a lovely, deep, brain-filled brow.



Monday, November 03, 2008

No Blondes Please, We're Bobby Fans

Grr! Another incomplete album. I'm a miserable failure.



How can he get down so low from such a high start?


"You Vixens really must start taking my acting seriously.
I am NOT a sex object!"


"On the other hand, this print-out from the V-blogs is pretty funny."


"Hey, that Lozzie's a bit near the knuckle, though."


"Is it a Venetian blind for a dolls house?"


"I have to smile as much as I can, 'cos I know some real bad stuff is about to happen."


"Firstly, someone put a coat hanger in my jacket WHILE I WAS WEARING IT
and now I'm looking a bit hung up."


"Then Eames made me sit in the interview and hold my peace."


"Finally Val said The Reel Vincent D'Onofrio had defected to any old nobody
that took their fancy."


Not over here, baby. WE only love YOU!

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Good Omen?

Today Lewis Hamilton became the first black man to win the Formula 1 championship.


And on Tuesday? Do we have a taster of things to come? Let's all hope so.

I Want...

...to get this album sorted.

It starts half way through, with a few of the earliest photos tacked on to the end. I have no idea what happened to get it this way, but it's going to take some rectifying, starting with deleting it. And I'm afraid that deleting pictures of Vincent is not my strong suit.


Look at the little flick-ups!


Look at those eyes.


Look at that expression.


Look at those hands.


Look at that expression.



I could look at him forever. And I probably will.

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