My adopted county seems to receive a lot of bad press; the media shows us images of drunken clubbers, white stilettos and ridiculous clothes. In other words, it has an even worse media image than my hometown of Cheltenham. So, when I accepted D’s invitation to stay with him for a while until I’d recovered from a bad experience in Birmingham, it was with some trepidation.
Imagine my surprise when I found myself on a little rural housing estate, with fields nearby and friendly neighbours. When we became a couple I quickly set about encouraging wildlife to our garden, and we now have birds in abundance, with the occasional friendly hedgehog (and sometimes a neighbour’s very stupid cat, named Monty, who is so stupid that we rarely pay him any mind and just give him fuzzles if he won’t leave the garden). He’s a fluffy apricot coloured Persian fuzzball with beautiful golden eyes. I know I have a photo somewhere!
Over the years I have come to love my adopted city almost as much as I love my husband. Not only is it beautiful, but there is an awful lot of history. I would like to share some of this history, some of the beautiful buildings and some garden pictures from this morning with you.
We live less than two miles from Henry VIII’s old stomping/hunting ground.
King Henry is, of course, famous for his greed, arrogance and impatience with both women and the church. During his reign, our area of Chelmsford was mostly farmland (we’ve discovered all kinds of interesting cattle bones in our garden!) but rabbits and deer were also plentiful – and perfect for filling his “cock-pheasant” paunch. He bought Beaulieu Palace from Thomas Boleyn, for his wife Anne. It is now a private school and was once a convent:
Chelmsford is also the birthplace of the radio. The Titanic sent the first ever wireless SOS. Unfortunately the Titanic sent the distress signal out in CQD, so it went unrecognised. All the same, Marconi’s radio went on to save many lives over the years via wireless telegraph.
Quite tragically the Marconi Building has been allowed to fall into deriliction over the years – and has now been bought up to be converted into offices and luxury apartments. The facade is listed, however, and so it has to be kept intact. Here is how it looked before the Olympics:
Another historical figure worth a mention is Judge Tindal – who introduced the insanity plea. His statue resides on Tindal Square, which is where you land if you take a short cut through the cathedral grounds:
Speaking of the cathedral, we have the second smallest cathedral in the country. It is stunningly beautiful though!
Two rivers flow through the town centre: The River Chelmer and The River Can. Here’s the Can:
Some more views of the city centre:
Now some news from our very own garden (with pictures).
D is always awake before dawn. This morning he awoke to snow. He captured this nice shot with the help of the street light.
I eventually woke up and… hey, what’s this?
We don’t need to go out searching for nature; nature comes to us.
Okay, so I’ve been a bit rambly today, I know, but after the seriousness of yesterday’s blog I wanted something lighthearted to cheer people up!