Thursday 7 March 2013

Close encounters of the broken kind

I love public sculpture. I love it when it's quirky. I love it when it's beautiful. I just love it. Give me Angel of the North, Dream near St Helens, Singing Ringing Tree near Burnley, I'm really happy. After our very successful visit to the Temperance Bar on Saturday we decided to hunt down Halo near Haslingden. It's part of a series of sculptures called The Pantopticons round and about Lancashire. I had read about the flying saucer-like sculpture, called The Halo, on top of a hill which lights up at night and makes the skies above Rossendale blue.



In fact, I had looked out for the blue halo a number of times when we had been travelling along roads in the area and never ever seen anything resembling a violet ambiance above the local hills. Perhaps I'd just been looking in the wrong direction.





Off we explored and found a finger post saying The Halo. We parked and climbed up a hill (one of the older members of our merry troop was not happy about a walk...especially when we found a little parking space very near said sculpture). Halo is very impressive. It's very like an elevated outline of a UFO which may well take off at any moment. There are  views all round that light up the heart. If we'd only known that the views were the only thing that would light up we may have gone back home to 88 there and then. 

We are the adventurous type and decided to stick around in the area til dark. A very nice cafe was found and we dined out on sandwiches. Something as we say in Yorkshire 'to put us on'. Then we found our way back to our Halo in the dark, confident that we'd all soon be basking in an indigo hue radiating into the night sky. Good job we weren't relying on that little light cue. We drove right up to said sculpture and no glow was to be seen. A few blue bulbs were lit but clearly most were dead. There were no concentric rings of blue loveliness to gasp at. There was no collective sucking in of breath as we wondered at this sight above the Lancashire mill towns. Oh dear... five very disappointed folks. We tucked into our cakes bought locally to cheer us up.

We conjectured that the launch of the sculpture must have been a wonder to behold  but that clearly no one had given any thought to maintenance. A shadow literally of its former self. Were we surprised that the local council had let it come to this? Alas we were not.

Perhaps one day the Council will notice and send a man up there to delve about. He will conclude that it's just too expensive to remedy and it will become yet another monument to the days of yore. A press release will be written and sent out to people who complain: " The Council regrets that the lights do not light up above Haslingden any more but we hope you will agee that when they did it was splendid. We think you will also agree that Rossendale never has had to rely on any Halo to 'light it up'."  Oh dear....perhaps next time we venture up there we can take lots of friends. We'll all take torches and point them skywards at dusk and shine our own little light up over the hills. A halo illuminating the sky once again.

Wednesday 6 March 2013

Let Down Your Hair

As mentioned in Towering Infatuation I am rather partial to a tower so I thought I would start a new mini series to share my tower stories with you. I've called this series The Rapunzel Diaries. As a little girl I loved Ladybird books (much sought after vintage classics now) and was quite partial to a reading of  Rapunzel (Series 606D if anyone is a Ladybird aficionado).

Always thought Rapunzel looked a little middle-aged.
As for the Prince - that hair style and hat just isn't a good look.
 

As all you fairy tale lovers know Rapunzel was imprisoned in a tower. Remember 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair'.  Perhaps this story has something to do with my love of towers - who knows? I do remember always wondering how Rapunzel could stand to throw her long long plait out of the tower window and let a full grown prince climb up it. Didn't it hurt her like mad? In my day proper hair bobbles seemed to be in short demand and my Mum would sometimes use a rubber band to tie up my hair and as all long haired girls of my generation know it hurts like crazy getting a rubber band out of your hair at the end of the day. I equated a poncey prince ( he did look that way in  the illustrations) climbing up Punzel's golden tresses as the equivalent of extracting a rubber band from my hair. I'd prefer to stay in the tower.

Anyway watch out for Rapunzel Diaries 1: Lindley Clock Tower coming to a blog near you soon.

Tuesday 5 March 2013

All that litter is definitely not gold

Rubber band ball No 2 continues to grow - not so teeny tiny now. I walked to the supermarket yesterday from 88 (about 15 mins walk) and found 9 rubber bands. Trouble is when out hunting rubber bands you have to walk with your head held low and then you start to notice all the other crap and litter about.

Mama and baby
 

On leaving the supermarket I decided to play the Walk the Litter Line game. The rules: from the door of the shop I had to walk from piece of litter to piece of litter and see if I could get all the way home. I did....get home....quickly....sadly. Walking the Litter Line was really very easy until the latter stages when the line did dry up a wee bit until that is I got outside my own house. An empty CD case and a crisp packet made entry into my own home very quick indeed - whether that was because it fulfilled the rules of the game or through shame I leave you to decide.

No fingers and thumbs were harmed in the pursuit of rubber band collecting. All hands used in this blog post have been thoroughly washed before writing this (just in case my husband is reading)!

P.S. I did tidy cd case and crisp packet up.

Monday 4 March 2013

Sunshine

Put butter, sugar, lemon juice, grated lemon zest and eggs into a pan and gently heat. Hey presto.......lemon curd. The wonderful alchemy of cooking. Enjoy on toast, in cakes, mix with meringue and cream or creme fraiche for a 'Lemony Mess'. Or as C and H had this morning at 88 lemon curd on toasted brioche.....posh we are.

Bottled sunshine

Sunday 3 March 2013

Blood and peace

My friends and I took my 5 and 7 year old to a bar for afternoon imbibing yesterday. Yes we sat inside on our bar stools while the spring sun shone down. The children chatted with the bar man and ordered their drinks from him at the bar. By the way they both had half pints. Indeed, they both probably got a bit high too. We chatted with the other bar inhabitants - two Muslim gentlemen with their half pints too.

Have you ever heard of the Temperance Movement of many a year or even centuries ago? Yes of course you have. Well we were in Fitzpatrick's Temperance Bar and Emporium, the very last of its kind, in Rawtenstall in Lancashire where they sell a range of weird and very wonderful cordials. It was grand. Between the five of us we had half pints of rhubarb and rosehip, elderflower and apple, ginger and lemon, blackcurrant and liquorice and my very favourite Blood Tonic ( a delicious combination of raspberry, rosehips and nettles). Lots and lots of cordial was tested and tasted, each of us sampling the others' drinks....with many an ooh and a few ahhhs and it has to be said one or two errs from the younger members of our party (the liquorice wasn't popular with C). Our two Muslim fellows tucked into dandelion and burdock and a warm sarsaparilla.


C shifts a few bottles of Peace Truth and Love
at 88

People in the Temperance Movement of the 18th, 19th and early 20th centuries took against the heresy of alcoholic drink and pledged never to drink it, trying to persuade a few others about its evils too. A few temperance bars were opened mainly in Lancashire to serve non-alcoholic herbal concoctions - a happy development which led us to Rawtenstall this sunny March day.

Away we came from our delightful half hour with smiles on our faces. I staggered out (fell over 5 year old as she ran in front of me) clasping my newly purchased bottle of black beer and raisin (non-alcoholic of course) with a grin of happy contentment on my face. On the bottle's label it reads 'Purity, Truth, Love' not bad sentiments at all....even if H and C were just a tad high ......on herbs and sugar.