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The Tale Of Two Cities, Bristol & Bath.

Padlocks Of Love, Rocking Dog

Padlocks Of Love

Rocking Dog did a Mother’s Day post with the button ready to press. Alas, she thought it too cynical, bitter and twisted to post!

So indeed the over- gravy’d pub carvery meals have been served, Pandora mother’s day jewels given, Groupon breaks booked and nasty garage forecourt flowers bought up….the pink florally, over commercialised day is thankfully over for another year. Phew, I bet you are glad that this is the concise version!

I did have a lovely weekend and was lucky enough to spend time in two cities, so this indeed is the tale of two cities. Bristol of course is the city I live in, but Bath is the city that I sometimes hanker to live in. A small Bath stone terrace with handkerchief sized garden would be simply perfect!

Both cities have much to offer and though Bath is cited as a World Heritage Georgian jewel of a city there is in fact more Georgian architecture in its Bristolian brother! Bristol has just been proudly named as the most desirable place in the country to live. Creativity, food, technology, jobs market, lifestyle all have contributed to this accolade.

My weekend started in Bath. What better way to start the day than with A Bertinet Almond Croissant filled with blackcurrants and cassis. So much for my low carb’ mission! We sat in the sun delighting in all that is Bertinet. Andyman is not a shopper so he left little Liv’ and I to haunt Top Shop before heading onto older and more crumbly Bath. The antique market as always had lovely things to peruse. I particularly loved the tarnished pots and white Victorian jelly moulds potted up with grape hyacinths, moss etc.. How much more lovely than garage forecourt flowers!

Walcot Street (and onwards) is my favourite shopping street in Bath with a variety of interesting and importantly, independent shops. Shannon with its Marimekko fabrics and Scandi loveliness, Katherine Fraser’s lovely loom and weaving, Mebyl with eccentric old finds and Pencil Tree with mid century furniture are all great to peruse. Graham & Green have also set up shop on Walcot Street. I loved their gilded gate but wish their staff had been a little more friendly and welcoming. Heading back into the city there was a great display of Aesop products – no pink florally packaging in sight! These Australian products are often showcased in trendy restaurant and hotel bathrooms and smell TRULY wonderful.

We ended our trip to Bath at Selvedge Fair held at the Assembly Rooms. Everything was wildly lovely but mostly prohibitively expensive.

On Sunday the Tale of Two Cities took me to the harbourside in Bristol. Blue skies, sun and the feeling of spring in the air had brought people to the water. It is this fragment of Bristol which makes me most proud of the city. However back in time it’s history was much darker, and the port was a place to drop cargo’s of sugar from the plantations of the West Indies. Bristol’s merchants prospered and got rich on the back of the slave trade. Much much later my father worked in a stone warehouse close to the docks. The derricks would offload huge sacks of brazil nuts, peanuts, grain and seed. As children I remember clambering over these hessian sacks and watching as warehousemen tried to keep the mice and rat population under control!

On Pero’s Bridge I noticed that there are evermore love token padlocks appearing. Paris, Venice and Florence have padlock habit bridges. Authorities turn a blind eye for a while, but then when bridge structures look as if they may suffer under the weight of so many heavy love tokens they are cut off and cleared. Pero’s bridge incidentally gets its name from Pero Jones (1753-1798). He was a 12 year old slave boy bought by John Pinney to work on his sugar plantation on the Caribbean Island of Nevis. In 1784 Pero accompanied the family to Bristol where he worked as a personal servant at The Georgian House for the rest of his life.

Buskers, food stalls, skateboarders, sailors, eateries, museums and art galleries ….the waterside was buzzing! Thankfully I didn’t witness too many over gravy’d luke warm carvery plates!

The tale of two very lovely cities.

Remember the Rocking Dog creative huddle this evening 7-9. Delicious cake, creativeness and chat. Donations into the teapot with a proportion going to Fine Cell Work, training and supporting prison inmates with sewing projects.

Dock History,Rocking Dog

Dock History

Sun Blessed Harbour,Rocking Dog

Sun Blessed Harbour

River Station Eats,Rocking Dog

River Station Eats

St. Nick's,Rocking Dog

St. Nick’s

Aged & Wonderful, Bath,Rocking Dog

Aged & Wonderful, Bath

Mother's Day Pots,Rocking Dog

Mother’s Day Pots

Lovely Smells,Rocking Dog

Lovely Smells

Wonderful Weaves,Rocking Dog

Wonderful Weaves

Beautiful Buns!,Rocking Dog

Beautiful Buns!

Illuminating Store,Rocking Dog

Illuminating Store

Gilded Gate,Rocking Dog

Gilded Gate

Terraced View,Rocking Dog

Terraced View

Repurposing Things For The Home.

Broken Things Made Good, Rocking Dog

Broken Things Made Good

I’m sure by now you will know Rocking Dog loves old and battered. Always has and always will. I love repurposing things for the home, rather than buying shiny and new. HOWEVER, I do love to add in a few contemporary bits so that the house doesn’t feel like a fusty desiccated museum!

This week I found a new magazine on the shelves “Reclaim”. It purports to be for those readers wanting to create eclectic interiors using salvage finds. Quite lovely, but my heart still lies with “Country Living” and “World of Interiors”. This first issue really made me look at some of my accumulated crud, and just how long I have been living with a vintage interior (believe me it is no new trend, perhaps I was therefore an unknowing trendsetter!)

How I remember struggling onto a train with a heavy wooden cello case from Bath to Chippenham twenty five years ago. I do not play the cello, but it does make a stylish storage container! In the same month I struggled home with some heavy wooden postal sorting shelves on the same rail route. I had such stamina and determination in those days!

Particular loves include my Grandma Nellie’s wash tub which is currently filled with logs, but when Christmas comes along it transiently hosts the tree. Another log supply is currently neatly stacked aboard a wooden sledge. Alas, like me the old sledge is waiting for snow. Coal meanwhile is stored in a rather battered brass preserving pan, such a handy vessel for travelling to and fro from the coal bunker.

A recent purchase from the Saturday antique and flea market in Bath has been a pair of decorative brass deer hooks. I originally bought them as brackets for supporting a wooden curtain pole, but have since decided to go down the Roman blind route. As I handed over my £20 the stallholder said “You know what these are don’t you?” No was my bewildered answer, and he went onto tell me they were old brackets to wall mount a shotgun. I have absolutely no interest in bearing arms, so the brackets will be used to hang frivolous hats and bags! I must remember to buy brass screws to replace the nasty chrome ones.

In the kitchen I love my collection of old earthenware and china jars. These hold my whisks, spoons and assorted kitchen tools. I love the fact that they sport wording of foodstuffs we no longer commonly use. Tapioca, that word simply makes me shudder. A primary school pudding that would make so many children cry (we weren’t allowed out to the playground until our plates were cleared). If of course any of my beloved pots get broken they are simply kept until a mosaic’ing moment comes on. I have so many plans to spend days in the garden this summer doing some mosaic walls- so sun blessed and creatively therapeutic!

I love things with history, a sense of mystery and uniqueness. Who else houses their toothbrushes and paste in a vintage teapot I wonder!

Have a lovely Monday and hope its a great start to a great week.

PS Went to see the film “Room” at The Watershed last night. A brilliant film with an amazing cast, beautiful cinematography, but with the tension of the film leaving your tummy in a tight ball.

New Magazine, Rocking Dog

New Magazine

shoe last display rocking dog

Shoe Last Display

stepladder storage rocking dog

Stepladder Storage

Wash Tub For Logs..., Rocking Dog

Wash Tub For Logs…

....And Spring Bulbs, Rocking Dog

….And Spring Bulbs

Repurposed Coat Hook, Rocking Dog

Repurposed Coat Hook

Spoon Jars, Rocking Dog

Spoon Jars

Alas No Snow!, Rocking Dog

Alas No Snow!

Weight Paperweight, Rocking Dog

Weight Paperweight