Elliot House



Elliot, originally uploaded by osborne villas.

I promised myself I’d try and blog more often, so the very small number of people who follow me, have something to follow. I’d also promisd myself I’d write about stuff that mattered a bit, and not just post flickr stuff all the time, which is a cop out. fail on all fronts, I think this is because I’m a visual person. i have this friend Martin, he’s a poet, a proper published one with books and that, I like poetry and words and reading and that, but what I’ve realised whilst talking to Martin is that when he listens to music he likes the words, which is why he likes people like Randy Newman, whereas I’m just as likely to listen to Mogwai which has no words or some random drum and bass which has samples from a gangster film in it or some weird old 80s new wave stuff which is shouty. the conclusion I came to was that, i like a whole sound, rather than bits of a sound, or the words behind it. I think I’m a bit like that with what I do, which is design and what my hobbies are (for there are many) most of which involve taking something and processing it in some way to make it look a bit like how I want it to be. sometimes I see the words, sometimes I don’t.

anyway I wrote all that and didn’t mention the photo above once, which is Elliot House in Norwich, which I’m quite pleased with.

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Barn Road Section, originally uploaded by osborne villas.

This section is actually falling to bits, I think it’s a combination of the cold winter, and the lack of any maintenance whatsoever, I calculated using the particularly complex scientific method of locking at all the mortar spoil and flints lying on the ground and looking at the wall that this will all be not here soon, unless someone starts to maintain it. This piece and the Jarrold section are without doubt the weakest parts left.

This was built on Marsh, pretty much from to St Benedicts Gate to the River and surrounding Helgate (Westwick Street) which could account for the height of it, ie it’s sunk a bit, along with the ground level rise through time.

There are no further remains visible, so basically from Toy r expensive to the River it’s all gone, including the rather magnificent Helgate I’d look up the Ninham stuff if you’re interested. Then onto the natural defence that was the river, I’m not sure if there was a watergate here, I suspect there would have been something, as there is at Carrow. I did read a report on this section being excavated in the 1950s I think, they found some rather nice tower bases etc. I’ll try and dig it out. The report that is, not the tower base.

plunketts here

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Black tower, originally uploaded by osborne villas.

Black Tower or Boteliers or Butlers tower Norwich city wall, Bracondale. I think this was also called Snuff tower as well, but then I’ve been called lots of things and I’m only 44, this is 700-ish. You can walk round it, i would have liked to go inside it, but you can’t, because it’s got a daft gate on it, which presumably stops dossers and junkies from messing up the weed and rubbish strewn interior or disturbing the brazillions of pigeons who live in it.

I particularly dig the fact that you can see the platform/walkway and an entry point into the tower from it, complete with one crenelation and the long run of surviving arches, which soldiers would have huddled in out of the drizzle to not have a fag, because smoking hadn’t been imported, I suspect they wouldn’t have had a baked potato either as they hadn’t been invented yet. Or cocoa or lager. Maybe they quaffed some small beer and had a roasted turnip or something.

One of the more complete sections, this area appears to have not been routinely built against over the last 700 years, so it’s in quite good nick. I took lots of photos, but think this section deserves another trip, as I only did the inside walk as I didn’t have long.

This black tower is built of flint, not dodgy old brand wine bottles as the name indicates it might be in your most delirious drunken imaginings. People build with what’s available and to hand, for instance now it would be built of coke cans, dog shit and chip wrappers. I have to say I deeply love the city wall, slightly OCD about it even, but in fits and starts, I sort of wish the City would do something with it, it’s quite landmarkish in places and quite level with the ground in others, ie Grapes Hill, where it doesn’t exist except as a flint line on the grass, or Barn Road to the the bit between St Benedict’s Gate and Helgate (Heigham Street), which was rearranged by the Luftwaffe und sohn, and was also built on Marshland so it’s sunk a bit.

Other chunks are pretty grim too, going clockwise from here, The stretch to Kings Street is not to bad, Conesford gate is missing, the River part of it which was a chain gate has both boom towers damaged but there. the river then forms a natural defence, unless you had a boat or could swim, Bishop bridge was fortified, which has gone. Cow Tower forms a corner fort on the Wensum, The wall then starts again at the Old Jarrold site, I don’t have any record of it, but it could have had a watergate, some remnants remain, including a tower part, this leads to Pockthorpe Gate, which was quite a big chap, which has gone, but the Corner tower is actually in pretty good nick despite the best attempts of pigeons and buddleia, with vaulted roof etc, there’s a long stretch of wall complete with vaulting behind some flats, which had mattresses in repose against it last time I looked. the wall disappears and reappears inside some of the houses on Bull Close Road, Fyebridgegate on Magdalen street has vanished, demolished under the Victorian nazis, there is a nice piece of wall with cut through doors and vaulting, this is then buried under a row of terraces for the whole length of Magpie Road. It reappears again in the cellar of the Magpie Pub (I know because I worked there for a bit in the 1990s).

The next bit is at the site of Magpie Print, which would have lead up to St Augustine’s Gate, this bit has only recently been revealed, You could see the back of it near Dave Berkshire’s old shop, but the outside face was the back wall of Magpie print’s machine room, and bizarrely the kitchen was sort of inside part of a tower, the council revealed all this when they knocked the printshop down, slapped a load of stuff up to protect it, it’s currently dissolving in the rain.

I have reason to believe that part of the gate exists in the cellars of the shops on the far side of St Augustine’s street. Although apart from a hazy memory of someone telling me this and seeing something vague in a watching report on it from NAU I can’t actually remember. The wall continues on parallel with Bakers Road, with a few nice loups and slits visible, one of which has visibly collapsed over the last five years. this leads down to the “Old Dun Cow” which featured in one of Ninham’s drawings, sitting as it did just outside the gate (which isn’t there), to the rear of the old pub building is a low tower remnant, probably quite a small one, now eroded to 5 ft tall. Then onward to the river again, no remains exist or much clue as to whether it had a boom tower. the other side is the site of City Station, and was very marshy, again natural defence, unless you have enemies with large flat feet or stilts. the river swings up to Barn Road, which I covered earlier sort of. Up Grapes Hill to the site of The Drill Hall, which stood smack in the middle of the Roundabout, it contained, or was built around a corner tower, various remnants still exist along Chapelfield, including some bits of tower, loups, arrow slits and evidence of the houses that were built along the wall (I’ll cover that in more detail elsewhere – there’s quiet a lot of it and some good stuff on Plunkett’s). then onto St Stephen’s, which had probably the most impressive and non existent gate of all, being the one them London people would have come up against when they came to buy some wool or something. A particularly nasty subway was built here which will have buggered up a lot archeological evidence. The street was bombed heavily though which won’t have helped much either. The last bit before the Gildengate (opposite Sainsbury’s on Queen’s Road) is the tower and walkway that for some reason I remember most from when I was a kid, I seem to remember hanging about inside it after we’d been to a nearby cafe for a frothy coffee and a knickerbocker glory. It usually seems to have sleeping bags in it these days, testament to the improvment to services for the homeless in our fine city in the last 40 years or 700 years I suppose.

That wasn’t supposed to be a speed tour, it just turned into one, sorry…

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River Shannon, originally uploaded by osborne villas.

I’m not terribly prolific with the old camera at the moment, My muse buggered off to sunnier climes or something, so I am basically recycling stuff from a while ago, not exactly recycling as I missed it in the first slough through, you do tend to be overly selective, and not think about how to get a pic out of stuff, this one was a matter of a crop and a bit of leveling via various bits of software, and I quite like it. It’s what I’d term a crowd pleaser, as it’s this type of shot that tends to get either attention or possibly a Flickr explore.

I may have said it before, Explore doesn’t matter, but I can’t help enjoying them when I get them, There is a lot of dross in there, kittens, sunsets, dodgy landscapes, soft focus and young women looking cute. So “another bloody landscape/sunset” never hurts. which is what this is. The irony being of course that you never ever get an explore on the ones you think deserve one, and always get them on the photos that don’t. Urban scapes rarely seem to get them, but I’ve had them on abstract architecture, some of the photos i think are my best – usually candid stuff, get little or no attention.

This one is now doomed of course.

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The brownies



brownies, originally uploaded by osborne villas.

without doubt, the best band in Norwich, by some way at the moment.

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Art College 1985



Art College 1985, originally uploaded by osborne villas.

This is me, being moody and that in’ 86. This looks like it may have been taken somewhere near the Norwich art school Garth studio. We drove round the country for two days looking at degree courses at Art colleges, Liverpool, Birmingham, Coventry, Chesterfield and Sheffield spring to mind. 6 people one Morris Minor van a flask of tea and some sleeping bags, The car broke down between Birmingham and Liverpool, I hastily joined the AA on the side of the road, who then instructed me on setting your points with a pack of Rizlas.

We got lost in Liverpool at 11.00 at night and got stopped by the police so many times I lost count, finally in desperation they escorted us to our destination, we all slept on a tutor called Diane’s Living room floor in Lodge Lane in Toxteth, in a huge half derelict house full of car thieves and boxers (pugilists not the canine variety) who advised me to park the car with the back doors against a wall “to stop the other scallies” I felt oddly safe with them.

Just up the road from a burnt out garage and several upside down cars in the road, it was all very 1980s. Then we came home again. It was wasted youth on a wasted trip, as I don’t think any of us got in… but it was fun as I remember it.

Tom Woods took this, he like me, ditched the painting eventually, he has just pointed out to me that we shared a space with Glen Brown, and I’ve only just realised he’s the one that got away, making it in the world of pallettes and oils, now exhibiting with Saatchi etc. I’m just glad someone managed it.

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Car park



car park, originally uploaded by osborne villas.

yeah, I know, bloody Anglia Square again… you just have to keep your obsessions in perspective.

Brilliant low afternoon sun stains the concrete like piss.

The thing Anglia Square is it’s horrible, brutal and unpleasnt, full of rubbish pound shops and pound shop personalities, but it does take a nice photo, or two, or several hundred, which is what I’ve done, this is my favourite of the car park, and it’s in colour which isn’t like me.

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Re Mi Do Do So



Re Mi Do Do So, originally uploaded by osborne villas.

Westlegate Tower, I snuck up behind it.

Explored: Jul 4, 2009 #58

woohoo.

This was one of last years minor obsessions, I have a little affair with a different building about three or four times a year. Usually I go for the older ones. Most of the modern ones are a bit shallow, no real substance under the clothes, so sixties and seventies has been a bit of a theme. Westlegate House was last years top harlot (I did flirt with Norfolk Terrace at the University, and have an on off relationship with HMSO), she’s not especially pretty, but is both beautiful and moody when the air is right and the sun is low. This I think is my favourite snap. The plastic bag was partly luck partly holding the camera very still and blasting off 15 shots, this was in the middle.

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On the rocks



On the rocks, originally uploaded by osborne villas.

I’m blogging this one for a couple of reasons, firstly it looks warm, which I’m not at the moment, If I employed me, and my office/studio was this cold I’d go home and have some soup. Secondly, I think it’s probably my favourite of my early candid shot, and in some ways one of the most Martin Parr esque ones.

It’s West Runton by the way, that rocky bit is full of literally hundreds of ingenious and invisible crabs, it took us hours to find any, actually that rocky bit is quite interesting because it the same chalk mass that sticks out at Dover only below ground level, there may be spitfires and bluebirds flying over it just the same. The bit above it in teh cliff is the interesting bit, as it’s the bit where mammoths and stuff turns up, made by a giant river delta that flowed out of Northern Europe when the North Sea was lower down, which means that bit of chalk was probably almost scarp or downland at some point.

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in the rain

in the rain, originally uploaded by osborne villas.

The Red arrows, and some cloud, and some moisture spots on the lens and I got soaked.

Explore 78, 11th September 09.

This was in the summer, apparently, We went to Cornwall, which was full, very very full, mostly Welsh people with a smattering of Mancs and Midlanders. We ate lots of pasties, which were quite nice generally. We stayed in a quaint little cottage in a place on the edge of nowhere called llanseos, i banged my head a lot on the beams, so I used various alcoholic beverages to stop the pain. The beach was really nice, a crippling walk for the wheezing fat bloke who has spent the last 20 years fighting to get out round my midriff, particularly on the way back. I also liked the church, primaily because it had a green man carved into a pew end, I like Green Men, they sort of hint back at something vaguely anarchistic in the English psyche that poo poos the church and sticks old symbols of stuff from before in it.

I took this photo from the end of the church yard, it absolutely threw it down in the most spectacular fashion, getting me very wet indeed, but sometimes when you ae juggling a not very waterproof consumer SLR, trying not to get it very wet whilst constantly wiping the lens, you get a bit of magic I got a couple of those, this is one of them.

This is number one in a series of me blogging my favourite photos, I seem to be incapable of taking anything new at the moment…

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