Norwich (Again....)

Deep in the heart of Norfolk....

Handstands in the cloisters..... It takes all sorts..... Though I am not sure that Herbert de Losinga (he that built this place) would approve..... Herbert was the first Bishop here and apparently he founded the abbey to atone for the sin of bribery, which he had used to get the job in the first place.  How things change, Eh?  Can't imagine that sort of behaviour in this dayanage..... [How very Trumpian.  Ed]

Still it is a beautiful romanesque building, though there have been many changes over the centuries.... It didn't have a golden weathercock-topped (possibly since 1668) spire (at 315 feet - 96 metres - second only in height to Salisbury in this country), nor a clerestory, until the fifteenth century.

The spire, by the way, is now a breeding ground for Peregrines, which are monitored with a webcam by the Hawk and Owl Trust in the season.....

And nor did the Cathedral have a copper font, (gifted in 1994) once used for boiling toffee in Rowntree's Norwich chocolate business, [Sweet?  Ed]:

The building was begun in 1109, using limestone imported from Caen and ferried up the waterways from Yarmouth to where the Wensum washes the Cathedral precincts.  But the original timber roof was replaced with beautiful stone vaulting in 1460:

And the perpendicular style fan vaulting is embellished with hundreds of medieval bosses which, in the nave, tell the stories of the Bible’s New and Old Testaments from Creation to the Last Judgement:

Though the extent of the nave is blocked by the Stephen Dykes Bower organ, installed above the pulpitum in 1950, the presbytery was once Losinga's throne room, and the apse with its chapels and chantries are part of the original splendour of this great building.  To the north side is the Jesus Chapel which is a model of Norman simplicity: 

While the similar St Luke's Chapel to the south  contains the Despenser Reredos (commissioned by Bishop le Despenser to celebrate his suppression of local support for the Peasants' Revolt in 1381) the only remaining medieval English altarpiece with scenes from Christ's passion (see earlier blog piece, link below, for picture).  This remarkable work was disguised as the underside of a table until 1847, which may explain its survival.  Also here, above the ancient font, hangs a Chrismatory, containing Holy Oils for anointing and healing - recognising that St Luke was a doctor.... 

Just outside St Saviour's Chapel is the grave of local heroine Edith Cavell: 

Adjoining the Cathedral, is the largest monastic cloister in the country, which, in the days of the Benedictine Priory, linked the Church, Chapter House and original Library and Refectory, but which today holds a central labyrinth in the green - though this is currently closed and the space seems to have been adopted by an energetic young gymnast....  Why not?  Though I will restrain myself....

However..... It actually wasn't the Cathedral we had come to see. Some fifty years or so after the Battle of Hastings, William the Conqueror's son, King Henry I, decided to build an impressive royal palace in Norwich, which, at the time, was the second city in England. 

Following a multi-million pound grant from the National Lottery Fund, we are invited (according to the Norwich Castle Museum's website) to visit his royal apartments and the richly decorated rooms of the early 12th century.

Again, according to their website, Based on extensive research by leading experts and lovingly recreated by master craftspeople, [we] can now explore what life was like in a Norman royal palace.

Well....  maybe....  If I was still a year 6 pupil on a day's jolly, I might, perhaps, be impressed by the plates of rubber food and the garishly painted furniture, but, to be honest [Not dyspeptic?  Ed] I was unmoved.....

There are vestiges of the original building, such as this arch within the masonry:

But look at the amount of new work that has been inserted.  What is most characteristic of the original workmen, or of the inhabitants, are crude graffiti carvings, such as these (my favourite being the cocky bird at the top):

And, via steep steps (the lift is out of order) we can scan the city, admiring the hotchpotch of architectural styles that have accumulated over the centuries, from the lead-sealed roof, though a watchful guard and temporary signs tell us not to stand on the benches, so the views are actually quite limited:

Which [Elf and Safety gone mad?  Ed] is bit at odds with the hole in the wall on the floor below which opens onto a terrifyingly deep well shaft which, as far as I can see, has no safety net.  If I was a year 6 pupil on a day's jolly I would most certainly want to lean over and drop something (like my worst enemy, or my PE teacher) in.....

One of two well shafts in the keep - this one is glazed (I think)

The Castle has had a chequered history. Henry I never lived here, visiting only for Christmas in 1121. From the 14th century the keep was used as a county gaol, until a new gaol, designed by Sir John Soane, was constructed both inside and around the keep in 1792-93.  Soane had worked on national projects, such as the Bank of England, but also several local buildings, including the Hall at Shotesham Park which was commissioned in 1784 by one of the prison magistrates, Robert Fellowes, the son of philanthropist William Fellowes who notably founded the Norfolk and Norwich hospital, laying the foundation stone in 1771.....

However, despite this pedigree, the prison was quickly seen as outdated and difficult to patrol and so the outside block was demolished between 1822 and 1827.

With the city's industries declining and the gaol becoming inadequate for purpose, the Castle's fortunes hit rock bottom, until 23 October 1894 when Norwich Castle Museum was officially opened by the Duke and Duchess of York [Shome mistake?  Ed]. Three days later, the public were able to enter for the first time....

So we descend from the reconstituted keep to the museum, through a rather fetching light show, to the ground floor:

Having a particular interest in Snettisham (our home village) it is a little disappointing to find that the few pieces of the Snettisham Hoard are tucked away in a dark corner of what may be supposed to represent an Iron Age dwelling.

Known as the ‘Snettisham Treasure’, the objects found some seventy years ago on the Ken Hill Estate in the 'Gold Field' (on land close by my home)  represent one of the largest collections of prehistoric precious metal objects ever discovered, and one of the largest concentrations of Celtic art. The objects were found in at least 14 separate hoards buried between 150 BC and AD 100 – spanning the late Iron Age and early Roman periods, but with a peak of activity during the late Iron Age.

The most precious of these items are now in the British Museum, but it is something of a disappointment that Norwich Castle Museum doesn't make more of this extraordinary find.

By way of compensation, however, the art gallery holds a fine portrait of my neighbours, Henry and Mary Styleman, who live at Snettisham Hall, just yards from my front door.... 

Though I should explain that they moved on some years ago, I still think of them as if they ride past my window every morning.... [I think that is someone else, Ed].  The picture is not only fine, but it is unusual.....  It was the product of a collaboration between three of the best known artists of the day: Johann Zoffany painted the figures, Sawrey Gilpin the horses, groom and hounds, and the background was filled in by Joseph Faringdon.  The picture was commissioned in 1780 (when the couple were married) and was completed in 1783.  It remained in the family until 1950.....

So, with that in mind, we retrace our tracks back home, to try and catch the sunset over the Wash, when the Geese honk out of the darkening sky to their watery roosts. Tiny specks in family formations hurrying back from the sugar beet fields, thousands of pink-footed geese, Anser brachyrhynchus, clutter the sky as they flap overhead....

And then night falls, and the rising moon floodlights the spire of St Mary's, reminding us of Norwich in miniature..... 

Without the handstands.... 

And another day turns:

I mark the months in liveries dank and dry, 

The day-tides many-shaped and hued; 

I see the nightfall shades subtrude, 

And hear the monotonous hours clang negligently by.

Thomas Hardy

A Sign-Seeker

*****

I have photographed and written about Norwich on two previous occasions - once in 2015 and then again in 2021. Both pieces portray aspects of the Cathedral but perhaps also display a slightly dyspeptic view of the city, and include some fancifully adjusted pictures. This visit was different, under different circumstances, and, if you are so inclined, it may be interesting to compare the differing views.....

https://www.richardpgibbs.org/2015/10/norwich-city.html

https://www.richardpgibbs.org/2021/08/visut-to-naaarj.html

Our House

Our house

Is a very, very, very fine house

Our House, 1905

This is our house. Welcome! It was built in 1883 by John Palmer Benstead (7th June 1828 - 24th February 1887). John was the illegitimate son of Elizabeth Benstead, who married Richard Folker, a farm labourer, in 1834. In the 1841 census John Benstead is recorded as a farm labourer, living alone in Heacham. He then worked for Thomas Savory at the Old Bakehouse in Ladies' Walk and married Mary Ann, his employer's daughter, in 1851. They had seven sons and four daughters, though one of these was stillborn.

Mary Ann, and John, had a bakery in the Market Square from 1851 until Alma House was built, at a cost of £900. In the 1860s and 70s the population of Snettisham was 1,233 and there were four other bakers in the village

Our House, today

When John died the business remained in the family. The photograph of the house in 1905 shows Frederick and Emma Benstead with their young son Bob. Apparently he took over the business from his brother Tony some time before 1930, and maintained it until his retirement in 1967/68.  He married Nellie in the 1920s and had a daughter, Mollie, in 1927 and a son, Alan, in 1930.  

Bob Benstead made bread, cakes and pastries, using a coal fired oven in what is now the kitchen.  

The kitchen as it is today - formerly the bakehouse - some of the ironwork is original.

Bob delivered to Snettisham and the neighbouring villages of Sedgeford, Fring, Ingoldisthorpe and Dersingham.  He had a cart and a donkey, which lived in this shed:

There was no inside kitchen in those days, nor a toilet or a bathroom - the outside earth toilet being beyond the donkey shed, with a large and a small wooden seat. The first bathroom was put in in around 1960.

This room, now a dining room, was the main living room:

And this, now my study, was the front parlour:

Many years ago, when Graham Nash was living in Laurel Canyon at Joni Mitchell's house, she brought home some flowers one day, and he composed a song, which he entitled Our House:

Our house

Is a very, very, very fine house (very, very fine house)

With two cats in the yard

Life used to be so hard

Now everything is easy

'Cause of you

And our

I'll light the fire

While you place the flowers

In the vase

That you bought today

I suspect it loses something in translation, and I should point out that we actually have three cats, but the sentiment (and it really is rather sentimental) fits our very fine house......

Of course we are nowhere near Laurel Canyon, but Snettisham is a fine village:

With, as you can just see in the top left of the board, pride in the Snettisham Hoard, or Snettisham Treasure, which consists of a series of discoveries of Iron Age precious metal, found in the area between 1948 and 1973. The hoard consists of metal, jet and over 150 gold/silver/copper alloy torc fragments, over 70 of which form complete torcs, dating from 70BC. Probably the most famous item from the hoard is the Great Torc from Snettisham, which is now held by the British Museum. Though the origins are unknown, it is of a high enough quality to have been royal treasure of the Iceni.....

The village has a fine church - St Mary's - which, according to Nikolaus Pevsner, is perhaps the most exciting Decorated (ie English Gothic from between 1290 and 1350) parish church in Norfolk, with its 175 ft tall spire (rebuilt in 1895) and its fabulous six-light window in the west front.....

The village also has a handsome 17th century Old Hall, built, like our house, of carstone (quarried just up the road) with brick dressings:

And, in a discreet way that puts most other villages to shame, there is a wonderful book shop, named after the Great Torc:

Perhaps inspired by this, and possibly as an indication that life is healthy here so we don't need a village defibrillator, the telephone kiosk now hosts a book swap:

And though there is no longer a Post Office (the post van visits four days a week), the main post box is a priority one, especially decorated by the WI for the Platinum Jubilee:

And in case you were wondering, there are two pubs, one of which dates back to the construction of the church, as apparently it was raised to accommodate the masons involved in that holy work. 

In addition, in the spirit of Mr Mainwaring, the village has an Old Bank, though it is now a family run restaurant, named The Good Food Guide Best Local Restaurant 2019 for the whole of Britain and soon after was also listed in the Michelin Guide.

The village is near the sea, just a 45 minute walk from the Wash, over 60 metre high Wild Ken Hill (renowned for its rewilding and for supporting the careers of Chris Packham and Michaela Strachan.....) and across the marsh, which used to be (and probably will be again) under the sea.

Indeed, although the weather this year has been dry and warm, there have been times when the heavens have opened:

Our garden, earlier this year

And the proximity of the sea, and the unpredictability of the weather, have taken their toll:

We moved here at the beginning of 2021, and our house is currently our home, for which I have no regret.

I won't claim to be a big fan of Graham Nash, but I recognise his temporary joy in living with Joni Mitchell. I have temporary joy in living with Amanda, though, as with everything, it won't last.

I cannot claim to be a big fan of Madness, either, though that depends on how you define the term. I can now sympathise with Mr Rochester when he fell for Jane Eyre, and I can empathise with Grace Poole (the stout, middle-aged, red-haired seamstress who works as a servant at Thornfield Hall, who is secretly the nursemaid and prison guard for the insane Bertha Mason.....) - though that is not the only reason I drink.....

But I do like Suggs, and Madness's Our House is a hymn of joy:

Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our

I remember way back then

When everything was true and when

We would have such a very good time

Such a fine time, such a happy time

And I remember how we'd play

Simply waste the day away

Then we'd say nothing would come between us

Two dreamers

Daniel Woodgate / Graham Mcpherson / Lee Thompson / Christopher Foreman / Michael Barson / Cathal Smyth / Mark Bedford

Amanda, stuck at the top of our stairs

I'll light the fire

You place the flowers

In the vase

That you bought today

Staring at the fire

For hours and hours

While I listen to you

Play your love songs

All night long

For me

Only for me

Graham Nash

From Amanda's window

Our house, was our castle and our keep

Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, that was where we used to sleep

Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house

Our House

Madness