Saturday 28 May 2016

The Hunting of the Earl of Rone

This is scary...
One of the reasons why I started this blog, was my mobility problem. It took me a long time and lots of effort to get it back to a reasonable shape. Meanwhile, the other knee started to cause problems. Then at last they both allowed me to live the adjusted but satisfactory lifestyle. And guess what? A couple of weeks ago or so I went on an amazing hike with friends. Well... Since then my troublesome knee has been complaining. Now the long weekend has started and I am in pain. How awful! There is a trip to the South West of England on the agenda! How will I take part in the Combe Martin annual hunt???!!!

Would you like to read about the event?
Here you go:

At Combe Martin in North Devon, a very curious custom  was performed on Ascension Day each year until the year 1837, when, probably owing to the drunkenness that prevailed, it was discontinued.   The custom was based on a tradition in the district, that, in the days of James I, an outlaw named the Earl of Tyrone was wrecked in the Bristol Channel, and landing from a small boat near Ilfracombe, he is said to have made his way across country to Combe Martin, where he lay securely hidden in the dense woods of the neighbourhood for several days, existing on a few biscuits he managed to save from the wreck. According to the tradition, as soon as his whereabouts were known to the authorities, a party of Grenadiers was sent to Combe Martin with orders to capture him.



In its early days the custom was celebrated with colour and vigour, but as time went on it gradually deteriorated.  During the period when it was performed well, it must have been a very colourful and amusing spectacle.  On Ascension Day a party of local men dressed as Grenadiers, and armed with fowling‑pieces made their way to Lady's Wood in search of the Earl of Rone (Tyrone).  Meanwhile, the Earl, who seems to have been the hero of the day, wearing a grotesque mask and dressed in a smock, padded with straw, and adorned with a huge necklace composed of ships biscuits, was being ceremoniously mounted on his mettlesome steed, which consisted of a donkey also decorated with ships‑biscuits.  He was attended by a hobby‑horse covered with brightly coloured trappings and bearing an extraordinary instrument called a "mapper," furnished with large teeth with which the hobbyhorse caught hold of people who tried to evade giving money towards the collection made for the actors taking part in the entertainment.  There was also a 'jester' in attendance, who carried a wet broom with which to sprinkle water over those persons whose contributions to the fund were not forthcoming.  Cheered on by the jubilant shouts of the spectators, the Earl of Rone supported by his ludicrous attendants, rode off on his donkey.  As soon as the Grenadiers saw the Earl approaching, they fired a volley from their fowling ­pieces, and the Earl of Rone promptly fell from his steed, apparently desperately wounded, to the great joy of the Grenadiers.  The hobby­horse and the jester, with many lamentations, replaced the Earl on the donkey and the procession continued through Combe Martin, stopping at every tavern on the way.  Every now and then the Earl would fall from his trusty steed only to be mounted once more by the faithful hobby‑horse and jester.  The procession would reach the seaside as twilight was falling, and then the entertainment would come to an end amid the cheers of the spectators.
 
It is said that during the last occasion on which the custom was observed, a man named Lovering fell from the steps of a house and broke his neck.  This tragic event is supposed to have sobered the party up a trifle, and their visits to the remaining taverns were of a shorter duration out of respect to the dead man's relatives.  It is very difficult to say how much truth there is in the tradition of the landing of the Earl of Tyrone on the coast of North Devon.  No mention of such an occurrence is made in the Dictionary of National Biography.  Hugh O'Neill, Earl of Tyrone, was confirmed in his title and estates by James I at Hampton Court on 4th June, 1603.  On his return to Ireland at the end of August, the King's 'deputy' in Ireland, Sir Arthur Chichester, soon had reason to doubt his loyalty, with the result that Tyrone was again ordered to appear before the King.  Irish friends in the Netherlands sent a warning to O'Neill that if he went to England he would be imprisoned, so the Earl decided to escape to Italy.  At midnight on 14th September, 1607, the Earls of Tyrone and Tyrconnel, with their wives and retainers sailed from Rathmullan in a vessel of 80 tons intending to make for Spain.  The fugitives encountered a violent storm which drove them out of their course and buffeted them about for three weeks.  If the Earl ever landed on the coast of North Devon it would have been while his ship was weather-bound.  Eventually, the vessel reached the mouth of the Seine, and later the fugitives journeyed to Rome, where they were well received by the Pope, who granted the Earl of Tyrone a monthly pension, which was increased by an additional sum from the King of Spain, and was continued until the Earl's death on 20th July, 1616.

Friday 27 May 2016

TO YOU, DEAR READER!

Dear Reader!

You've probably noticed I don't post here much nor every day anylonger.

Well, you do not seem to interact with me to a great extent, the life is busy and... I joined Facebook! Besides, I've had a hard time adding pictures here for some time.

That have been said, it's not a farewell.

I'll be coming back here as and when!

Yours truly,

Me

Thursday 26 May 2016

Meeting a girl-soldier and her son!

I've only just come back from a fascinating meeting at the local social club. George Szlachetko, local resident of Acton, gave a talk on his book about his mother's life 'Wiera of Warsaw'! During WW2, as a young teenager, she fought in the heroic but doomed Warsaw Uprising of 1944, captured by the Nazi was sent to a POW camp in Germany and finally found herself in England. Going back to the Soviet controlled Poland was not an option like for thousands of other Poles. And recovering from the war Britain couldn't offer them much, but at least they were safe.
Meeting Grzegorz Szlachetko, author of 'Wira of Warsaw'
A few weeks later I met Mrs Danuta Szlachetko's wartime friend: Mrs Marzena Schejbal. She was a guest of honour at an event celebrating The Polish Unseen held at The Polish Hearth in South Kensington.

Tuesday 24 May 2016

Giles Abbott at Pope's Grotto!



I met Giles Abbott in Barnes where he talked about the life of Richard Burton, the traveller. Since then I have listened to his podcasts and a radio program about him. Next month there is an opportunity to see him in the recent project, about Alexander Pope's life, in the setting of his famous GROTTO!

Monday 16 May 2016

A Polish Picnic in Walsall

The 2nd Polish Picnic in Walsal was full of attractions, games and competitions for children and for everyone else. I went there quite enexpectedly, accompanying Bogna from The Federation of Poles in Great Britain. It was held at Caldmore Community Garden on Saturday, 21 May. Lots of people attended. I was highly impressed the way it was organised. Well done to those who made it happen!

Sunday 15 May 2016

North Downs Way

The weather was just perfect for a weekend in the countryside. It helps to have friends in a nice area. We walked with them between Semaphore House atop one hill and St Martha's Church on the other, past some securely fenced thatched roof cottages in the making. Taking in beatiful views, chatting and enjoying being able to do such a walk again felt good.  Lots of pictures were taken which tried my companion's patience. Enjoy some of them, Dear Reader! And how was your day?

Saturday 14 May 2016

Teddy going west

Teddy is going on a trip and very excited. He loves travelling and has been looking forward to the trip for a long time. We ate taking pictures on the way. The one below is going the A4 underneath the M4, past the side gate of Gunnersbury Park. This beautiful Park was once owned by the Rotshchild family and now is open to the public. Part of the estate became a cemetery long ago. There are lots of Polish graves there and also The Katyn Monument commemorating the Polish officers murdered by the Soviets who for decades blamed the National Germans for that mass murder.
I haven't attended many funerals, but recently I went to say goodbye to a Polish literary lady who wrote a book about all Katyn memorials in the world. Alina Siomkajlo PhD devoted her life to Polish literature. I wish I had got to know her better...

Thursday 12 May 2016

Lunch alfresco at Walpole Park

I went to Walpole Park with my friend at lunch break. Just as well, as she thought it was closed for some serious redevelopment. Now she knows there is another entrance a bit further on, in Mattock Lane. Pitshanger Manor is covered in scaffolding and parts of the building added to Sir John Soane's structure are being removed, including Charles Jones' extention. The park itself looks idyllic and attracts many visitors of all ages. Pity the heron doesn't visit the pond anylonger.

Saturday 7 May 2016

Magical tree

Boston Manor Park is a great place not only because it has this extraordinary shaped tree welcoming you as you enter the park coming from the Boston Manor Station.

Wednesday 4 May 2016

What I forgot to display at Acton Majowka on Polish Constitution Day!



Have you heard about Krystyn Lach Szyrma?
He  was a Polish philosopher and writer who visited England and Scotland in the 1820. Like many Poles, he took part in the November Uprising of 1831 and after it was crushed, had to go into exile and chose to start a new life in England. He had visited England and Scotland on earlier occasions as tutor to the son of an eminent aristocrat.


Krystyn Lach Szyrma was not the first one to observe the following:



The common people constitute the majority of every nation,
so all reforms should commence with the people.’



This man has been one of my favourite historical characters since I was given his book in the 1990s by one of the tourists from a group I took to England and Scotland. Krystyn Lach Szyrma travelled around these countries in the 1820s and later wrote a detailed and very readable account of his journeys. Later on I read relevant bits from this book to the next groups of tourists while travelling on the coaches from Poland. To save my voice and for the fun of it, I would often invite a tourist to the front of the bus to do the reading. It was fun! BTW, in the recent years the book was translated into English!