Monday November 23rd 2009
Click on image to zoom inI was born in Dorset but at the age of five moved to Durham, in the north east of England.
And despite living in Scotland for twenty years, whenever I say I’m going home for the weekend, I mean to Durham.
It’s a stunning city, which most people will never have visited. But they may well have admired it from the train window as they whizzed past on route to Edinburgh or London, because the line runs past the city’s finest feature, It’s towering cathedral. (Described by many as the greatest Norman building in Europe,actually).
And last week it looked even more amazing. Because the whole city became the stage for ‘Lumiere’, a collaboration between 60 light-and-sound artists, staged as part of Durham's bid for UK culture capital in 2013.
The highlight, for many, was the phenomenal lighting up of the cathedral, with imagery of pages taken from the 7th-century Lindisfarne Gospels. The work was by projection artist Ross Ashton.
Thanks Ross for putting the spotlight on my home city.
(An not ‘town’ As Roger Whittaker insisted on calling it, in his god awful song.)
Friday November 13th 2009
Click on image to zoom inWalking up South Bridge in Edinburgh I couldn’t help noticing these fantastic old ads for long gone tradesmen (and their long gone trades). On the ground floor was a sorting office (sorting what exactly I’m not sure) there was a working jeweller in the second floor flat (as opposed to an unemployed jeweller?)
And in the top flat Mr Wright advertised his presence as a straw & felt hatter. The signs are in a pretty bed state, if I lived on that stair today I’d be trying to persuade my fellow residents to preserve these tiny bits of social history, but somehow I suspect they won’t be around much longer. Pity.
Monday November 9th 2009
Click on image to zoom inThis is my favourite building in Soho. Tucked away in a lane off Wardour Street you’ll find this fantastic reminder of a time when the country made its money making things. Clearly that was a while ago because you just don’t see gentlemen in bowlers and top hats anymore, even in the city of London. Still at least someone had the sense to preserve the building. Hats off to the developer.
Sunday October 25th 2009
Click on image to zoom inIt’s 1 hour 39 minutes and 63.9 miles from my front door to Neptune’s fish and chip restaurant. Neptune’s is in Seahouses, a wonderful, trapped in time seaside town on the Northumberland coast. And we go there a lot. Why? Because we love the whole of this undiscovered county; from the ancient village of Warkworth still being watched over by the ruins of its castle, built by the Percy family (If either sound familiar perhaps you read about them when you did Shakespeare at school); to the spectacular splendour of Bamburgh village; to the irresistible draw of fresh cod enveloped in a blanket of heavenly crisp batter, accompanied by a pile of chips and of course mushy peas.
The weather was appalling but that made the slot machines all the more appealing in the amusement arcades. And of course we couldn’t go home without sharing a banana split in Coxon’s ice cream parlour.
There really is no better day out.
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