Waterscape

Walking and Pop-up Open-air Museums

Purton and the River Severn Walking around Purton on the River Severn is almost literally rather than figuratively a pop-up experience. The biggest riverine boat-grave in Britain: old boats and barges rammed into the river bank to try and keep it stable. And there are the boats: rusting, mouldering, skeletal and cadaverous, beached in a liminal half-solid, half squelching aqueous mud-scape. There they lie, some staring out mutely at the rushing river. Others are slip-sliding away to oblivion. After our trip in the Bongo, we drove back along the A38 to find a spot for the night. Where better than Arlingham? We camped at Weston Farm, right next to field after field of orchards, and field after field of medieval ridge and furrow: an open-air pop-up of corrugated pasture, and sea-waves of grassland rolling between and across the hedgerows (in a manner or manor of speaking). After a day’s walking near the river, we sat on the Severn’s banks, as the sun set, with Billy the horse a haunting silhouette against the red-streaked sky. We lay back and listened to the waters, stared up at the swallows, still high in the sky, until our reverie was disturbed by the pounding of feet. “Is the tide coming in or going out?” We said we weren’t sure. He said, “I run across the river near here.” This seemed improbable but who are we to doubt the words of a local: an almost strangely mythopoeic figure, redolent of ‘The Other’ in the walks, accounts and poems of Edward Thomas. Preoccupied by that quicksilver reflection, I forgot to ask him how had he learnt the safe route across this treacherous...
Black and British (and Stroud)

Black and British (and Stroud)

Black and British A Forgotten History David Olusoga Bunce Island in Sierra Leone was once an early British slaving headquarters: ‘In exchange for slaves and other valuable commodities the British offered glass beads, bundles of cloth, gunpowder, European metal goods,...

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Trade Cloth

Trade Cloth

Trade Cloth: strouds, scissors and shrouds We travelled track 32 from Grand Central, The Hudson Line up to Beacon, Where fires were once lit on the Fishkill Mountains, To warn of British army redcoat movement; The hills and woodland were all red fall tint, On both...

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Stroud Brewery

Stroud Brewery

 Stroud Brewery – Organic craft beer www.stroudbrewery.co.uk Stroud is a hotbed of innovation and art. At Stroud Brewery we have crafted a range of organic and vegan beers made with barley grown on the surrounding Cotswolds hills. We love to make delicious beer and...

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Capel’s Mill

Capel’s Mill

It’s a great walk down to Capel’s Mill from my house, Past old ridge and furrow and tenterhook hedgerows, Teazles here and there to raise your nap, Imagining the patchwork quilt of fields of two centuries ago: Rack Hill, Thresher, Bacon Slad, Spout Leaze, Lower...

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Broadway Elegy

Broadway Elegy

When you’re a slightly star struck English tourist, Visiting NYC for the very first time (‘It’s that Broadway Melody!’), It’s easy to forget the Paris Situationists: ‘Underneath the paving stones, the beach!’ You might stare...

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Guiding Principles of Waterscape

Guiding Principles of Waterscape

WATERSCAPE: Inform, Educate and Entertain

Waterscape is the result of jottings, notes, recreations and re-imaginings after reading a number of texts, as well as navigating and walking canals and rivers, and cycling towpaths.

There is no fetishisation of documentary evidence and primary sources: in fact, a guiding principle of WATERSCAPE is to go beyond any available historical evidence, so as to recreate the lives of the anonymous, unrecorded lower orders. Waterscape is rather more about boatpeople and navvies, slaves, convicts and itinerants, rather than technology, weights, measures, the statistical and the numbered. We are, in the words of E.P. Thompson in The Making of the English Working Class, rescuing the ignored ‘from the enormous condescension of posterity’.

I have concentrated on local canals and, in the spirit of oral culture and balladry, I have changed the words of a few old songs to fit with the rivers and inland navigations of Gloucestershire.

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