Happy New Year

At the start of this year I blogged a bit of a moan about how I hated leaving an old year behind, one into which I’d grown comfortable, and how suddenly – after the short period of reality-denial called Christmas – I had to plunge into a new, cold, bleak, year and build everything up again.

Well, here we are again, and this time I don’t feel quite so bad. Rather, I’m glad to be putting a bad year behind, and hoping for some fresh chances in the new one. On a personal level, 2018 was a year of sadness and loss, frustration, failure and fatigue (though I did enjoy the long hot summer). On a public level, well, I try to keep politics out of these blogs, but the world is hardly in a happy state, is it. Depression, anxiety, boredom, apathy and anger should not be healthy, rational, everyday responses to how things are, but it is so. And that’s before we think about jumping off the white cliffs 

on 29th March.

So the opportunity for a new start is always to be welcomed. An artificial contrivance, like a date – January 1st, say – is always a good catalyst for a change of mood.

I recall, as a child at this time of year, being encouraged (a) to write “thank you letters” and (b) to make New Year Resolutions. The former was a creative challenge; what would be a really respectable intended use for a five shilling postal order? The latter sounded very grown-up and tedious, but I had my own response, which might take the form of tidying up the big flat Kodak film box in which I kept my Meccano parts. Having done so, and organised my trunnions and angle girders, I would resolve that this year constructional activity was going to be different, and I would build something bigger and better than before. And so, one fine morning, before school re-started, I would settle down on the living room floor to build the Forth Bridge. Not full size, obviously, no, just to a reasonable, modest scale. By around half past nine I would have run out of parts, and life would continue exactly as before. If only I’d thought of building HS2; it would probably be finished by now.

 
Happy New Year.

Recent Paintings at Bingham Library

Today marks the opening of an exhibition of 14 of my recent paintings at Bingham public library, Nottinghamshire. The library is in Eaton Place, close to the Market Place and to the main free car park.

Paintings are for sale upon enquiry to the library staff, and purchases may be collected on the last day of the exhibition, Saturday 22nd December. Prices are as follows:

Hyde Park Corner     £250

Portland Place     £250

St Pancras Skyline     £280

Secret Island     £150

Portobello Haar     £100

Fittee     £150

The Doctor’s In Winter     £100

Hot Prefab     £100

Awayday     £100

The Classic Murder     £120

Sissinghurst     £150

The Deal Castle     £200

Pavilion Gardens Café     £150

Dungeness     £200

The subject matter is varied, although some of the works recall the long hot summer this year. Scenes include Sissinghurst, Brighton and Dungeness in the south of England, and “Fittee” (Aberdeen) and “Portobello Haar” from north of the border. As usual, there are London scenes – busy traffic at Hyde Park Corner and in Portland Place, and the atmospheric tenements which used to fringe the eastern side of St Pancras Station, a familiar sight to many a rail traveller from the East Midlands.

“The Classic Murder” is an imaginary location inspired by Tolmers Square, Euston, while “The Deal Castle” is based on a pub just across the road from the wonderful church of St George in the East, in east London, but renamed and relocated to a fictional setting. “Hot Prefab” and “Secret Island” are idealised portrayals of humble surroundings on a summer’s day, while “The doctor’s in winter” perhaps recalls childhood emotions surrounding medical appointments. This painting was inspired by a visit to the Ranmoor district of Sheffield earlier this year. “Awayday” tries to recapture something of the childhood experience of waiting to go on a train journey from a country station, the location being very loosely derived from childhood trips on the Crewe line west of Derby.

 
If you can get to Bingham during December, please go along to the library, and enjoy.

The Hitler Postbox

We’ve had pareidolia, everyday apophenia, schizotypal thought processes, visual anthropomorphism. 

Oh yes, we’ve all had them, any of us with even the most modest imagination.

We’ve seen faces in the fire and elephants or fluffy poodles in the evening sky. The luckier ones amongst us may have seen Jesus in the jamjar, the Messiah in the Marmite, the Great Bear in the sky, and the future in the tea leaves, or heard symphonies in the air conditioning, or listened to spooky messages in the hum of the fridge on a quiet night.

Some people have observed or even owned cats that look like Hitler (so-called kitlers). Not that a cat will ever admit to being owned; quite the reverse. Then there’s a house in Swansea that looks like Hitler, and there are websites devoted to objects that look like Hitler.

 
But the full realisation of the insidious extent of this kind of thing caught me unawares the other afternoon, a trick of the sunlight maybe, while passing a postbox that I’ve passed dozens of times previously, without seeing … it. Or rather, him. It’s in Brookthorpe Way, Silverdale, Nottingham. I had to go back next day with my camera. I can’t decide whether it’s more convincing in colour or black and white.

The Twilight Zone

It’s that time of year when the pulling in of the evenings accelerates noticeably. Given the right kind of weather, this can lead to some interesting qualities of the light as twilight progresses.

The perceived quality of natural light is something we rarely observe abstractly, except perhaps when we visit somewhere with noted unusual and attractive light, for example at St Ives in Cornwall, or many places in Australia or on the French Riviera. Places, typically, that have attracted artists.

On Wednesday this week, at around 6.20 pm, in the banal local setting of a road junction with an excess of traffic lights, the ambient light was such that it took me straight back to autumn evenings in childhood. The sun was setting with long pink streaks of cloud contrasting with the bright cerulean blue of the clear sky. As a child, I adored this time of the year, since it implied the suddenly decreased probability of thunderstorms, which I feared, the start of the steadily darkening and excitement-mounting season leading towards the cosiness and comforts of Christmas, and what, in Nottingham, the locals call “Goose Fair weather”. This is typically a spell of calm and sunny weather with a degree of mist and fog, which coincides with the annual funfair, traditionally held in the week of the first Thursday in October.

When I was growing up in the 1950s, gas lamps were being phased out in our district, and were replaced by sodium street lights, usually of a swan-necked variety, concrete and modern. I loved to watch them coming on while the daylight still persisted: first of all the deep red of the neon trigger, and then the intense orange so characteristic of the sodium spectrum. I started to call this magical time – which a little later in the year falls before teatime – “sodiumtime”. Later on I poeticised the idea further as “The Odeon Sky”, incorporating other associations of gentle suburban civilisation. The future would be like this, always.

 
On Wednesday, though the street lighting is no longer sodium and the suburbs are scarcely gentle or civilised any more, just for a moment I was able to recapture the precise sensation and, just for a moment, felt extremely happy.

HS2 and the Great Central : same vision, same mistake

This weekend the BBC News website for Nottingham has a story about a “secret” railway tunnel under the city. This tunnel used to convey the tracks of the Great Central south from Nottingham Victoria, beneath Thurland Street and the Lace Market area, to Weekday Cross and beyond. The only reason the tunnel is “secret” is that it has been disused and blocked off since the late 1960s, when the magnificent  Victoria station was replaced by an inglorious shopping centre of the same name. The photograph below, taken when the station was in its dying days, does not do it justice.

The Great Central was built to high engineering standards and with gentle curves and gradients in the last decade of the nineteenth century. It connected London Marylebone with Aylesbury, Rugby, Leicester, Nottingham, Sheffield and – via the Woodhead Tunnel – Manchester. Its stations were generally closer to city centres than those of its principal competitor, the Midland Railway, and many of the services it provided were excellent. The entrepreneurial vision of Sir Edward Watkins was that one day it might continue through a Channel Tunnel to Paris.

Construction came after the main boom of railway building, and while splendid in itself, and grandiose in its ultimate ambitions, the line had limited connectivity with the rest of the rail network. That – along with duplication of other routes - was among the reasons for its downfall post-Beeching, and in the late 1960s, it closed. Arguably, had its right of way been preserved rather than being encroached upon and much of its crucial infrastructure dismantled, it could have formed the backbone for HS2. For a long way north of London towards the Midlands the two routes are similar, teasing us with one of those great transport “what ifs”. Thus, half a century ago, a high speed line could have been brought into being without the massive building cost and the environmental blight – including ancient woodlands and residential areas - that the current scheme inflicts. However, it would have suffered from exactly the same problem as does today’s HS2 scheme, namely that it doesn’t connect well with the rest of the system, and much of it is in the wrong place.

To all but the most biased, the drawbacks of HS2 are glaring. Among the deficits, as proposed, are that it terminates at Curzon Street, well away from Birmingham’s cross-country hub at New Street, that its access to Sheffield is poor, to Heathrow it is awkward, and to Leicester non-existent, and above all, that the siting of its East Midlands hub at Toton is inappropriate. The projected line passes directly beneath East Midlands Airport, denying the airport rail access still, and it runs close to a large new commercial development and the major highway intersection near East Midlands Parkway - the obvious and sensible site for the local hub. As I’ve argued before, Toton is the wrong choice because, quite simply, it is in the wrong place, too far north to be of much use to passengers from Derby and Nottingham who want to travel to or from the capital faster and more easily than they can at present. As a rail transport hub for the East Midlands, Toton is a nonsense; it could only appeal to those with vested interests, or oblivious to the facts of geography, or devoid of experience of train travel.

Exactly like the Great Central, HS2 is a grandiose vision that is exciting in principle,  good in parts, and just not good enough in others.  The parallels – more than a century apart - are close.

But to return to the “secret” tunnel. Other former Great Central tunnels, still in existence but similarly “secret”, connect residential areas in the north of Nottingham (Bestwood, Basford, Carrington), with the basement of the Victoria Centre, where they link up with the tunnel that featured in the BBC report. This tunnel continues, as noted above, south to Weekday Cross and almost to Broad Marsh, which is another retail centre that is currently undergoing belated redevelopment. Also, very close by is the NET tram line, which leads to districts south and west of the city. A tram stop for Broad Marsh close to, or even in, the shopping centre, would be attractive. Besides serving the existing tram routes there could be an interchange here with an imaginative utilisation of the old Great Central tunnels. In other words, another cross-city tram route.

 
So many opportunities have been missed over the years, but here is still a chance for some daring connectivity to be exploited. Perhaps the planners from NET should be taken on a tour of the old tunnels.