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Francis Pryor is brilliant!

‘An Evening with Francis Pryor’, at St Peter’s Church in Ely (courtesy of Topping Booksellers). was brilliant!

Francis Pryor at St Peter's Church, Ely

Francis Pryor was funny, interesting, knowledgable, and extremely concerned about the ENVIRONMENTAL crisis. I’m shouting ‘environmental’, because current perception seems to be that the most urgent ‘crisis’ is economic, whereas it is quite obviously the environmental crisis which threatens our very existence and must be addressed above and before everything else. Yes, all of us, whatever our financial situation, are at the mercy of the environment, which we have plundered and polluted to (or perhaps beyond) its limits – NOW is the time to afford it the respect that it deserves, and that it must have, if we are to retain any hope of it continuing to support our existence.

He entertained and informed; he shared with the audience what he discovered through writing ‘The Making of the British Landscape‘, including the dangers of the short-termism which is apparently ingrained in British politics (probably any flavour of politics, for that matter). As far as British politics is concerned, five years (ie a term in Parliament) is long-term. In real life, he says, five years is short-term, 50 years is medium-term and 100 years is long-term. It is the short-termism of politicians that leads to many of the problems we experience in the world, including the environmental, social and economic issues that confront us now.

In response to a question, Francis Pryor talked about how well things work when people understand a range of disciplines, rather than being single-minded in their approach; for example, Thomas Telford, who was an architect, civil engineer, poet and stonemason, and designed over 30 bridges, including Menai Suspension Bridge, among many other achievements. It is this inter-connectedness of skills and knowledge that aids proper understanding of the way our world functions and how to work and live within its limitations, rather than constantly trying to push and push to, and beyond, the absolute limits.

As usual at a Topping event, I was so enthralled by the book and the author, that I bought the book and had it signed. I am very much look forward to reading it.

The Making of the British Landscape

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NB – While chatting to Robert Topping after the event, he assured us that the publisher promises a visit to Ely in 2011 by Audrey Niffenegger – author of The Time Traveler’s Wife and Her Fearful Symmetry! Now that is something I am really looking forward to.

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Tea & Topping – two of my favourites!

We had a lovely day today. Mum and I went to Ely for the afternoon – mum’s Stuart (as opposed to my Stuart) had insisted on paying for mum and I to go out for tea ‘to cheer me up’, and we wanted to book tickets to see Francis Pryor (’eminent archaeologist’) talk about his new book: ‘The Making of the British Landscape: How we have transformed the land, from pre-history to today‘.

It was sweet of Stuart to want to cheer me up – apparently he has been concerned about me because I have been so upset since my Stu left. Unfortunately, I dislike mum’s Stuart, and I did explain that the offer of tea wouldn’t change that, and that I would rather he spent the money on his daughter. He insisted, though, so mum and I had a lovely lunch at Peacocks Tearoom. Peacocks is one of my favourite places – it was the UK’s best tea place in 2007, and is just perfect for so many reasons. They serve delicious food – scones, cakes, sandwiches, hot food – all freshly made, and drink – tea from every continent, coffee, alcohol – I would love to try a Champagne Afternoon Tea! The décor inside is lovely, nice oldish wooden chairs and tables, a lovely dresser full of a variety of patterned tea cups, and their homemade jam they have for sale. Even the loo is filled with interesting stuff! It’s truly gorgeous – sumptuous food, in an equally sumptuous environment.

After lunch, and a lovely cup of tea, we went to Topping & Company Booksellers, in Ely High Street. It’s my favourite bookshop, and browsing there for a while always leads me to buying an interesting book. It feels just like home, because the books are stacked up all over the place – on the floor, horizontally on the shelves, any where there is room! And, of course, upstairs you may be offered tea or coffee – so you have more than enough excuse to browse for a while – the travel books near the table and stools, or hide yourself away on the window seat, near the history shelves.

Before going upstairs, we booked tickets for ‘An Evening with Francis Pryor‘ at St Peter’s Church in Broad Street. I am really looking forward to the talk – I love landscape, and I’m interested in archaeology, and Topping’s events are always excellent and inspiring. I wish Topping had as many events in Ely as they do in Bath – some really interesting authors do a Bath event, but don’t come to Ely.

Upstairs, Mum and I had some coffee, and even Mum relented – she found a ‘must have’ book about Jack Butler Yeats, and I found one about a lady who moved her whole house ‘Miss Savidge Moves Her House‘, by Miss Savidge’s neice-in-law, Christine Adams.

Miss Savidge’s medieval house was ‘in the way’ of a new roundabout in Ware, Hertfordshire, so (despite the unique architecture – a small ‘hall house’) the council slapped a compulsory purchase order on it, so that they could demolish it. But May Savidge wasn’t having any of that: after trying to fight the CPO, she decided to dismantle the house, move it 100 miles to Wells next the Sea, and re-build it. Obviously, given the extraordinary historic nature of the house, the council should have paid for all the work to move the house, but somehow they evaded their moral responsibility, as the authorities still often do.

May was sixty years old when re-building started, and she spent the rest of her life (twenty two years) working on the house, while she lived in a caravan in the garden. She was a simply amazing and courageous woman to take on such a huge task. Upon May’s death, her nephew and neice-in-law inherited the house, and the job of finishing the re-build, which took a further nine years. Christine Adams now runs the house as a bed and breakfast, Ware Hall-House, and I look forward to being able to visit.

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The strangest feeling

Today, I have the strangest and very strong feeling that Stu is near me, or close by. It is a strong sense of his presence – physical or spiritual – hard to describe, very strongly felt. I think about him often, but today it’s different. It really feels as though my thoughts are coming directly from Stu, and as if he’s right next to me, just behind me over my shoulder.

It is a little spooky, but a lovely feeling – comforting and reassuring – as if to give me faith that somehow everything will be alright. It makes me wonder: is Stu thinking about getting in touch? It might sound daft, but it really did feel as though he was near.

Perhaps the feeling was partly inspired by the book I am reading now: Her Fearful Symmetry, by Audrey Niffenegger (author of The Time Traveller’s Wife – her debut novel, which I hope to read soon). I am really enjoying HFS so far – it has some great characters, one of which is a ghost, and I just love the setting – in and around Highgate Cemetery – a brilliant, wild, overgrown and spooky place, which looks simply amazing and I would love to visit it one day.

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“Think what you have meant to me”

I have just finished reading ‘The Very Thought of You’, by Rosie Alison. I love it. I can identify with several of the characters and the relationships they had. One particular passage (p100) perfectly reflects a relationship I’ve had:

“The ongoing erosion of their marriage was subtly cumulative, he felt, but turned on a series of failed moments which might perhaps have been different. For which he was to blame as much as her. There had been so many times when he might have reached out to Elizabeth and stroked her cheek, or caught her eye and touched her heart. But too often he would neither look at her, nor hear her silent calls; instead, he resisted her romantic gestures because he felt too foolish, in his condition, to be a lover.

Thomas knew that he had too often shut his own door on her.”

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