Show bench at The Apothecaries Hall, Blackfriars Lane, the oldest Livery Hall in the city of London.
The stools at left were 1st 2nd and 3rd. Personally, I thought my stool would stand being thrown across a bar room in a drunken fight better than any of the others and therefore should have won.
But then the judge wasn’t taken by the hewn finish and peg ends when he turned it upside down (presumably in readiness to throw at someone). Really – it was a “turning” competition, I thought the best thrown stool would be the winner. Doh!
Here’s a photo immediately after that nerve-racking pegging of the seat onto the legs.
(Hand done that moulding tha knaws.)
But then it’s a funny place is London (not much like Manchester):
More like a streetful of books one might be forgiven for thinking:
Visited the Sir John Soane’s Museum in Lincolns Inn Fields and saw again Hogarth‘s paintings for A Rake’s Progress. I’m reading an excellent biography of Wm. Hogarth by Jenny Uglow. I seem to be getting deeper and deeper into history. In many ways there was a lot wrong with the olden days, and the behaviour of some members of the ‘upper’ classes was a case in point. Mr William found it so and did not hesitate to pillory them, as did Balzac a little later and in a different country – I’m listening to Le Père Goriot (in English) downloaded from Librivox, which seems to be on the same problem, but if anything more bitter about it. Never mind, next up should be some Henry Fielding – more fun.
We also visited the Dulwich Picture Gallery, some fabulous paintings in there, and some extraordinary furniture too. The curtilage has some great trees, here’s a mulberry pollard.
On the way back home we called in at Canons Ashby and saw this magnificent cedar of Lebanon, planted 1780:
It is a fine garden and the Elizabethan manor house is pretty respectable too. We came across a sad memorial to a shepherd lad. The story goes a group of Roundheads were sheltering in the house when Cavaliers approached, the shepherd blew his flute in warning and was killed during the resulting skirmish.
In the driveway we met these two box green men chatting to each other.
Meanwhile … back at the bodgery … I’ve been making a ladder, amongst other things, here’s the first split of the stiles.