View from the espresso bar

 

Watching the world pass by

 

Bristol

Today I decamp. Off to Bristol about an hour north of Frome which I have not visitied before but heard nice things about. Then onwards to Germany.

High heels and cobblestones

Walking with high heels is a challenge at any time, but particularly walking down the steep cobbled lane called Gentle Street. I followed this young woman down Gentle Street as she carefully place each heel on a cobble.




The street eventually leads to St Johns Church. There was a service on but a pianist rather than an organist so I didn't stop to listen but went on to La Strada which is just down the steps on the other side.

(I discovered while writing this that if you mis-type high heels, you get high hells.)

Paintings of Frome here.

Ethel

My walk this morning took me past this church where I hovered a while to listen in case there was an organist playing.









As I listened I looked at the view from the front of the church over the graveyard. Then I stooped to look at the inscription on the wonky stone at the front.


















Ethel
Only and Beloved Child of
Philip and Kate Edinger
Died July 11 1898
Aged 14 years.

Rook Lane Chapel

Today I walked the Frome historic walk. This is the Rook Lane Chapel built in 1707 . It is, to quote the tourist brochure, a grade 1 listed building and the front is one of the most beautiful facades in Somerset. It was recently rennovated and is now an arts centre.

Somerset and the other English counties.

Its raining today, probably much more like normal Somerset weather.

People here refer to places by county and today I asked a woman at the tourist office for a map of English counties. However, if such maps exist, the tourist office doesn't have them. The have lots of information about Dorset, Sussex, Kent or Cornwall but no maps to show where they are.

It is a bit like the suburbs of Sydney. Everyone takes them so for granted no one thinks to produce a map.

£ and $

Goods seem to cost as much in pounds as they do in Australia in dollars. The only problem is that £1 = A$2.5

Good coffee

This is La Strada coffee shop at the end of Cheap Street in Frome, my second home at the moment. I read about the current Bayreuth Ring Cycle (post below) while I was at La Strada this morning. My post of 22 July (Pretty Frome) shows the shops opposite La Strada.
It is a quaint place and the coffee is excellent.

Three stars only

Today's Guardian had a very scathing piece about Rhinegold and Die Walkure, the first two operas of the new version of the Ring Cycle at Bayreuth. The reviewer was disappointed by the production and some of the singers but praised the orchestra. Three stars out of five they gave it.

St Johns

This is St Johns, the church where the schoolchildren performed the Ring Cycle last Tuesday. Built in the 13th Century but largely rebuilt in the 18th century.

23 years

About thirty people turned up for the peace vigil. It reminded me of the Peace Group in Hamburg I belonged to in the early 80s. As today, we had stood in a silent circle to protest war. I tried to remember which war it would have been that we were protesting in the early 80s, but there have been so many and I couldn't recall which it would have been.

Afterwards as we sat at The Lamb drinking beer or grapefruit juice we exchanged stories. One young man, Barnaby, said that he had a special feeling for Lebanon as he had lived there as a child. His father was a graphic designer doing a contract there and the family had intended staying in Lebanon as it seemed like a vibrant place to live. But war broke out. He said remembered waiting for a school bus when the bombing started one day. There was noone else about. He was scared waiting for the bus and then a hedgehog shuffled across the road and stood next to him.

I asked him which year that would have been and he replied '1982'.
Then I remembered which war it was we had protested in Hamburg in the early 80s. That was 23 years ago. 

Vigil for peace

The quaker community in Frome is organising a Vigil for Peace this evening. A local graphic artist has made a banner and shortly the banner and its carriers will start off at the Lamb Pub and walk down Bath Street to the Frome market place .

The papers are full of the Israeli bombing spree and one can only applaud people who find something practical to do about it. I will be joining the marchers.

The packhorse bridge at Tellisford

There are several lovely swimming spots on the River Frome and one of them is at Tellisford. You drive to this small gathering of stone houses called Tellisford, walk down the steep road past the mill, over the bridge, along a little lane between high weeds, turn right, climb a style, and walk over the paddock to the river swimming spot.

The bridge (pictured) is narrow, probably just wide enough for a wagon. It is made of stone and you can imagine the pack horses clattering over the cobblestones in centuries past.

The mill itself is being renovated by an enthusiastic group. There are pictures on the door showing how they intend to harness the water's energy to produce electricity. Presumably they will feed it into the national grid.

more paintings here

Lager Loaf

Frome Country Market
Lager Loaf
Contains : Lager, Bananas, Dates and Walnuts
£2.20
Serve sliced with butter
Mrs E Brock, Wistara Villa, Great Elm

That is the lable on the packet. Word for word. And very delicious it was too.

Wagner pops up everywhere

Last night I went to a performance of Wagner's Ring Cycle put on in St John's church, Frome by local schools. Having been very disappointed by the one hour whisk through the (16 hour!) Ring Cycle I saw recently in Sydney Opera House I was a little sceptical about a children's production.

I needn't have been. The production was excellent and I suspect whoever organised it has bred a generation of Frome citizens who will love Wagner's music. The fire music was particularly successful with a group of orange clad children bathed in orange light waving filmy orange textile 'flames' up and down. Viewed down the isle from the back of this lovely 13th Century St John's church, it was magic. A short sighted person would have thought the font was on fire.

Church window

In the photo below of Stina drawing the Valentines Lamp you can just see this window above the lamp. The building used to be a church but has been converted to flats.

Stick to your own knitting bishop

A representative of the car industry has 'reprimanded' the bishop for his comment that it is a sin to live your life without caring for the environment.

Global warming headlines

The UK Sunday Times reported today that:

The Bishop of London Richard Chartres says that it is sinful for people to contribute to climate change by flying away for holidays or using gas guzzling cars.

‘Grass is dead, long live the plastic lawn’. Plastic turf companies report a doubling of their sales last year. When drought kills your lawn, get a plastic one.

A new hormone drug are being tested that will give people the ability to brown without sunbathing. The tan protects against sunburn but the drug does have some side effects. Trialists reported feeling nauseous.

But don’t despair about global warming. There is good news too:
Britain’s original working class resort, Blackpool, is to use its bid for a super casino to inject a flavour of Dubai, the 21^st century playground for the newly rich.

Roses in Frome

 

Painting the valentines lamp

Stina and I were out paintng and suddenly it was night. I suppose it was about 10pm. If you look hard you can see Stina drawing the lamp.














Stina has a commission to make cards and bookmarks of this lamp which is well known in the area. It is the Valentines lamp and lovers make a wish under it.

Watering flowers in Cheap Street, Frome

I suppose normal weather conditions make sophisticated watering systems for your hanging baskets unnecessary. But we are not having normal weather.


















The paper today predicted that global warming will make heat waves such as the one that Britian is currently experiencing more common. I guess they will sell lots more watering cans.

Sweeties

Fair dinkum.

You might think that sweet shops are a thing of the past, but they are not.














This one is in Cheap Street in Frome. Jars of lollies in the window and more jars of lollies inside.

An 'apppeny worth please sir.

In France you have a hard time finding sweets. I know because I looked for chocolate but had to settle for fresh veg, fruit, cheese (sheep and goat and cow), delicious bagettes, beer and wine. Oh well.

The piper

Fish ‘n’ chips and a pint of ale. Does that sound like a good English dinner? English or not, that was my dinner and I can feel the effects of the ale. I suspect it has rather a high alcohol content.

As I guessed, it is not nearly as easy to make prints as it seems when you watch a professional. I made a monoprint of a bagpiper I saw in the town square this morning, using rather too much water I fear.

The piper had a donkey and a horse with blinkers harnessed to a wooden wagon. They stood docile as he piped for his supper and probably theirs as well. He was not a highlander but looked more like a local Shepard. Probably bagpipes are common in many places, not just in Scotland the brave.

Well, with a little (or considerable) encouragement from the ale, I will put my bagpiper online.

Monoprinting in the studio in the garden

Much of Frome is solid rows of 3 storied stone houses with front doors of different colours. Des and Stina's front door is blue. Up some steep stone stairs behind the house is a wonderful garden full of old English plants and vegetables. Stina's studio is in a seperate house in the garden.

Stina specialises in printmaking and she has a printing press in her studio, which she uses both for her own work and to take printing workshops. She showed me some of the many monoprint possibilities yesterday before disappearing off to London for a couple of days, so I am about to try this technique. If any of my products is worth showing, I will post them on my blog. Don’t hold your breath though. I suspect it is not nearly as easy as she makes it seem.

Bach Partitas in Lullington

There is a 12th century church in Lullington near Frome which you reach via small windy roads between the hedgerows. A father and son violinist team played Bach Partitas and Sonatas in this church as part of the Frome Festival. During the intermission everyone went outside into the sunshine and eventually wandered around the back to admire the 12th centuary archway which is apparently one of the best preserved Norman arches around. I think they said it was built in 1121. I always look at very old buildings and imagine the hands that built them that very long time ago.



















I am staying with Stina and Des in Frome and Des (pictured with the arch) and I went to the Bach performance. We parked in the next door farmyard with other attendees as the small church parking lot was full.

Pretty Frome

This is a painting of the view from La Strada coffee shop in Cheap Street, Frome. (Yes, as usual I am sitting painting in coffee shops.)

The food at La Strada is made on the premises, including the icecream. A sign over the door announces 'Italian Artisan Ice Cream'. They couldn't make the smoothies better in France! 

Frome in SW England

I am in Frome in SW England. Population 28,000, cute, a large artistic community and currently very warm. Yesterday was the hottest day in England's recorded history. 36.3C at Gatwick I think they said and it was at leat 33C here as well.













The houses are all built of stone with light sandstone facings. They are 2 or 3 stories high and narrow. A bit ike Erskineville really. The pub opposite where I am staying sells beer by the glass or jug. You can take your own glasses (pint or half pint) or jug and get beer to bring home. There are several types of beer, most of them dark honey coloured and all are home brew, not from one of the big beer companies. It is delicious, especially in this heat.

In France beer (a lighter coloured brew) is popular in the mornings. People drink beer in the morning at cafes. I wondered how they stay awake after drinking beer so early in the day, but of course they have a siesta so they dont have to stay awake. How very civilised!

Paintings of Frome

In the butchers shop

This photo was taken in a town in southern France. The butchers shop also sold ready made rice with mussels ... which has I name I should know but cant remember ... a spanish dish ... yes that's right ... you've got it.

Paella, if that is how you spell it. 

Food to die for

I hope one day to be able to return to the south of France even if just for the food which is exceptional. I bought bagettes in a little backery in Toulouse about 1pm on the afternoon of the world cup final. The bagettes were warm, just out of the oven (I think backeries bake twice a day) and I have never tasted bread with such a crisp exterior and succulent interior. Even when it dried out the bread was moist, unlike the 'french' bread rolls we buy in Sydney which turn papery when dry.

In the markets many stallholders sell just a few items, but they are invariably good. Food served in restaurants is fresh, plentiful and served to delight the eye, without being fussy.

I have decided that chefs are another form of musician. Perhaps I shall have to start drawing chefs.

Sunflowers in southern France

The photo doesn't really capture the intense yellow ('Indian Yellow' for painters) of the sunflower fields. The fields that had had sunflowers the year before were lying fallow. Apparently the sunflowers are left on the stalks until they are exceedingly ripe, and the plant heads are just a black mess.

The Region of Lot

This is the River Lot about an hour north of Toulouse.













I had never been to the south of France and I found it really charming. I can understand the English who are buying houses in the south of France and rennovating them. You hear English spoken alot in shops and cafes.The country roads were virtually empty as the region of Lot (around the River Lot) does not have beaches and is not overrun with tourists. The surrounding villages are also very quiet apart from on market day when local produce is sold from stalls. The local produce is wonderful. I have never tasted such delicious camenbert as is sold there. In fact all the food sold is exceptional. The French certainly live up to their reputation for good food.

This is the village of Le Vert, a collection of about 8 houses including a working farm.

Click here for paintings of the French countryside around Le Vert.

Pictures of Toulouse

This is Toulouse. Just so pretty with its narrow streets and pink stone walls.



















This imposing building on the main square had a giant screen up when I was there. The final of the World Cup was due to be shown that evening.














I walked a few streets along south from the town square and was suddenly confronted with this wide serene river. Temperatures were about the same as we are used to in Sydney but the town was a whole lot quieter and more pleasant as there was little traffic in the town center. 

Toulouse

Toulouse is called the pink city because the sandstone that was used to build it is pink. It is a whole lot nicer than I thought. Instead of the big industrial city that I expected I found a lovely pink and cream sandstone place with an imposing town hall.

All that way and only $3

Well Germany is out of the football but what a game! I watched that one from start to finish.

Tomorrow I will be in Toulouse. The following evening the final is on. I think it will be a long night in Toulouse... have to drink some French red to celebrate with (or commisserate with) the happy (or sad) Toulousians.

Talking about red, I discovered some very nice Shiraz in Hamburg Aldi for Euro 1.79. That's about $3. How do they transport it all that way and still make a profit?

Musikfest am Reichenberg

This is the town of Neckargemuend. They have the best public display of flowers I have ever seen. The flowers are planted in boxes along bothe sides of the bridge.

The local Musikfest am Reichenstein was on while I was in Neckargemuend. Wonderful setting in the woods on a hill, and only a few steps from where I was staying. There was a mixture of music, local and international inluding a bus load of musicians who came from a Czech partner city.

This photo was taken early in the day during the classical music sector. Later the place was packed despite the 12 Euro entry fee (about $20).

Hirschhorn

Two pictures of Hirschhorn on the Neckar River. The people have reclaimed the streets from the cars and they have become really nice places where people sit out on chairs and chat after work.
We could take a leaf out of their book.

Into the semi final

What a cliff hanger.

Angelika watchedthe Germany- Argentina game but I get too stressed watching the games and wander off to read. I was amused to discover Peter has the same reaction... he disappears into his garden. Marcel watched the game in the city where a huge screen was put up. There will be a party atmosphere in the city ... in all German cities.