A Call to Arms

Green Grille at Intwood

The green grille at Intwood All Saints church: Photo 24 Sept 2018

In Intwood churchyard there lies a grave, fancily enclosed with a wrought iron grille made shades of green by Nature’s hand. Moss obscures whatever inscription once was there yet leaves for us a useful clue. A coat of arms.

Coat of Arms Intwood

Coat of Arms at Intwood: Photo 24 Sept 2018

The Blazon

While it is customary to give the blazon in French, where I can I’ve translated to English, cos that’s what I speak:

Quarterly (the man deceased)

  1.  on silver, an engrailed cross in red
  2.  paly six of gold and blue
  3.  on blue, a silver chevron beneath 3 crosslets-patty of same
  4.  on silver, an engrailed cross in red

Impaled (his wife, an heiress)

  1. on blue, a silver chevron beneath 3 crosslets-patty of same
  2. on silver, a red fess-undy between 3 couped Boars’ heads of silver
  3. on silver, a black chief with 3 silver shells
  4. on gold, silver and blue fess-chequy beneath red chevron; and a double tressure flory of silver (red?)

Without getting too deep into explanations, what does this tell us?

Reading the Arms

The deceased’s armson silver, an engrailed cross in red—belongs to the Gurneys, a Quaker family, prominent as wool merchants and bankers in Norwich. The family, being highly fertile and prolific, had several branches. One branch lived at Earlham Hall, now part of the UEA, another branch lived at nearby Keswick Hall. I guess the deceased belonged to the latter.

The deceased’s arms are quartered with the arms of an heiress (his mother?)—paly six of gold and blue / on blue, a silver chevron beneath 3 crosslets-patty of same. The latter belongs to a family of ancient Scots ancestry, prominent Quakers of their time, with a name, today, synonymous with banking. The Barclays. The blue and gold stripes belong to a Warren family, but I haven’t been able to find them.

The son of a banking fraternity

At first glance it seems not so easy to name him since these two Quaker families have combined several times over the centuries. Yet the gentleman’s mother was a Barclay heiress. That narrows it down.

Around 1774, Richard Gurney married Agatha, daughter and heiress of David Barclay, of Youngsbury, Herts.

Their only son, Hudson Gurney, born in 1775, died without issue, aged 80 or so.

Both Richard and Hudson lived at Keswick Hall. At first sight it would seem either father or son, or even both, could be buried here. Except … the impaled wife’s arms.

The Impaled Wife

Hudson Gurney died without issue. But I suspect that wasn’t for want of trying. In 1809 he married … wait for it … Margaret, daughter of Robert Barclay of Ury, Kincardineshire. And who was Margaret’s mother? Sarah Allardice, daughter of James Allardice, and incidentally heiress of line to the Earls of Airth and Menteith.

All this is shown in the wife’s impaled arms

  1. on blue, a silver chevron beneath 3 crosslets-patty of same (Barclay)
  2. on silver, a red fess-undy between 3 couped Boars’ heads of silver (Allardice)
  3. on silver, a black chief with 3 silver shells (Graham, who married an Allardice)
  4. on gold, silver and blue fess-chequy beneath red chevron; and a double tressure flory of silver (Clan Stuart of Bute, not sure of the additional chevron; in C13th both the Grahams and the Barclays married into the Stewart/Stuart clan)

Hudson Gurney, the man whose bones are behind the green grille

Hudson Gurney died 9 Nov 1864. Unlike his family, he had little interest in banking and never became a Quaker ‘Friend’. As he wrote in 1813:

‘I was in early life determined to write a poem, to go abroad and to sit in Parliament.’

He achieved all three ambitions: a well-travelled versifier, an MP for Shaftesbury 1812, for Newtown, Hants 1816-32, and high sheriff of Norfolk, 1835.

I think I would have much liked Hudson had we met. As he said of himself:

I did nothing, but thought much.

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Mystery Lady

Who is she, this lady who presides over the south porch portal at All Saints church, Intwood?

Intwood Head

The Intwwod Head, All Saints church, Intwood: Photo 24 Sept 2018

The photo (#picoftheweek: Mystery) I took because … the light, the preservation, the lichen (there’s even a small cushion of moss on her head), and because she isn’t like the others I’ve seen on my travels around Norfolk. She wears neither gorget nor wimple, though close inspection does suggest a light fabric scarf wound round her neck. She wears a circlet over a fine fabric veil; it covers her hair, yet exposes her ears, and cascades down from her crown. There’s a faint suggestion of flowers attached to that circlet, metal flowers, possibly gold. A woman of substance, then.

The circlet together with lack of gorget or wimple dates her to the 1360s or soon after.

The lady’s head serves as the supporting corbel to an arch that frames the south porch door. That porch is reliably dated to 14th century. So now we have an end date for her too. 1400. But we’ll allow a few extra years: buildings aren’t always completed on time.

So, who was lord of Intwood manor between 1360 and 1400?

William of Buckenham, having acquired the manor shortly before 1349 (for a sum) ‘released it’ into the hands of Bartholomew Appleyard, citizen of Norwich, in 1356. It remained in the Appleyard family until the 1440s.

Can we now find a name for our mystery lady? This depends on whether she was wife to Bartholomew (died 1386), or to his son William (died 1419)?

Bartholomew’s wife was one Emma, probable daughter of Ralf Burwell or Bumpstead (both names are given), a fellow citizen of Norwich who alongside Bartholomew Appleyard served as bailiff. Their son married somewhat ‘higher’.

William Appleyard, MP, married Margaret, daughter of William Clere of Ormesby St Margaret. The Cleres had a sizable landholding in East Norfolk and were well connected.

Whose wife was she? I’d say William’s.

According to historyofparliamentonline.org:

[…] it was clearly the Appleyards’ wish to be accounted socially as one with the gentry of Norfolk …

And what better way for a wealthy merchant to raise his status than to grace the newly-built south tower of his manor’s church with the face of his ‘well-connected’ wife — decked in the latest fashions, of course.

By total coincidence, William Appleyard was made the first mayor of Norwich in 1404 and would have been involved in the design and erection of the Guildhall featured in last week’s #2018picoftheweek challenge, At the Heart of the City.

As to the husband’s head which would have co-graced that south porch: that has long since succumbed to the many waves of rural violence … political … religious … philosophical.

 

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At the Heart of the City

Norwich, a Viking-Saxon foundation, has been a major trading centre at least since the reign of King Æthelstan (924-939).

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The Guildhall, fronted by the permanent historic market: Photo 3rd May 2018

The marketplace we see today, with its former colourful canvas tilts now replaced in more durable materials, was moved to this site soon after 1066 to serve the newcomers from Normandy, Flanders, Brittany and France. Its predecessor had rooted itself in Tombland (the Empty Place) where the cathedral was soon to be built.

The Guildhall, England’s largest medieval civic building outside of London, was built in 1407, following the Charter that made Norwich self-governing in 1404. It remained the seat of city government until replaced by the City Hall in 1938. Even then it continued to serve as a courthouse, with holding cells, until the late 1970s. Behind it may be glimpsed a more modern trader: Tesco Metro.

#2018picoftheweek: City

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Nature’s Bounty, Bramble-Berries

Okay, so you probably know them as blackberries. But black-coloured berries proliferate in the Norfolk ‘wilds’ at this season, so let’s be specific. These are the berries of the bramble bush which offers its fruit (easy to reach for little fingers) for week upon week till the heavy frosts blight them.

Blackberries

A rambling bramble offers its berries: Photo 10 Sept 2018

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The Garlanded Berries of Autumnal Black Bryony

Since a young child enchanted by the Flower Fairies books, Black Bryony has been one of my favourite wayside flowers. Or, more correctly, one of my favourite autumn berries. Pretty. But do not touch, for these berries are poisonous.

Black Bryony berries

Black Bryony berries hung all in a row, like Christmas trimmings, their wizened leaves so much resembling the seats of a ski-lift. Photo 10 Sept 2018

Not the photo I had earmarked for the #2018picoftheweek challenge title: Repetition, but nature wins out over manufactured features every time.

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Dawn Lights

There are many advantages of starting a walk in the early morning. The bird calls that later fade away. The freedom from traffic and its noise. Misty horizons, full of enchantment. And the sun on the morning dew.

dew sparkled web

The early morning dew sparkles on this spider’s web: Photo 3rd September 2018

#2018picoftheweek: Lights

 

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Asaric Tales e-book update #10

Asaric Tales update 10

September already; the year is closing on these updates. My first was 9th December 2017. So, what has this month brought, how much achieved?

Asaric Lies (Asaric Tales Book One)

It seems to have taken for ever, but in fact it’s under the year. On 18th August 2018 I made the last amendment Asaric Lies and with a sigh of relief tucked it in multiple storage against the day I’m ready to publish. And when will that be? Depends how long to takes to bring the remaining four books to print-ready state. But progress is definitely made.

Asaric Axis (Asaric Tales Book Two)

I’d like to thank those readers who have returned their comments and critiques for their speedy responses. Reading through them I see they’ve highlighted two troublesome issues which need (hmm) slight adjustments. But, problem: do I attend to that before moving on, or do I wait until everything’s in? As of today, there are two beta-readers with comments outstanding, and a kindly critiquer who says she’s about half-way through. I’m hoping all three will deliver before my next update. If I had nothing else to tie my time, I might work on it straight away. But since there’s another three books … yea, I think I’ll wait till the end of the month.

Asaric Skies (Asaric Tales Book Three)

At the last update I reported that I’d completed the read-through, chapter analysis and first revision of Asaric Skies and while happy with the plot, this third book is word-heavy. I was going to attack that this last month but then got waylaid into the final amendments for Asaric Lies. I’m glad that I did.

Meantime I have claimed my prize for hitting target in Camp NaNoWriMo back in April: the Windows version of Scrivener. (Please, when is the new version to be released? From the videos I’ve seen on YouTube the Mac version aces the Window’s version on every count.) Great, I thought, I’ll import Asaric Skies into Scrivener, and use it to identify the places where redundant words lurk. All very well, but first every chapter and every scene must be named. Ho-hum. Long story, but in the process, I went deeper into the analysis with the happy result that I can now see where to apply the pruning shears. So this is next on my agenda. Prune Asaric Skies.

I hope to have completed my gardening job by the next update, first weekend in October. I hope all the readers will have made their returns by then. I hope thereafter to work on the final rewrite of Asaric Axis (Asaric Tales Book Two). I hope I will still have keen beta-readers to help me with Book Three. I hope these hopes aren’t ‘some hopes’.

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Multi-car Pile-up

Not my usual subject when out with the camera, but these cars awaiting scrapage called loudly to me.

multi-car pile-up

A motor pile-up on the outskirts of Norwich: Photo 3rd May 2018

#2018picoftheweek: Transport

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A Prickly Subject

Today’s walk, from the most easterly point in England, Lowestoft, to my home town of Great Yarmouth turned up some unexpected plant life.

Sea Holly

Sea Holly, up close and prickly. Photo 27th August 2018

The beach is shingle with stretches of sand. The eroding cliffs are forming sand-dunes that coastal flora are colonising. I just loved the way the light caught the glaucous leaves.

Confession, I hopped on a bus at nearby Gorleston cos I’m not a saint or a saviour to walk upon water and there’s a navigable river barring the way.

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When Cleanliness Was Next to Godliness

I visit many churches on my rambles. This week I visited St Mary’s at Long Stratton (Norfolk, England). The stained glass east window was a delight being a ‘modern’ creation (hmm, 1929) incorporating medieval fragments, some very early, from both England and Flanders (and probably places beyond). Yet it was the bootscraper by the south door that really caught my eye.

Footscraper Long Stratton church

Bootscraper at the south door of St Mary’s church, Long Stratton: Photo 23rd August 2018

I’ve seen many neglected and forgotten, rusty battered old scrapers set to one side of couuntry church doors. This one was different: I don’t know its age, but it was clean, it was treasured.

#2018picoftheweek challenge: Details

For the tiles, the eroded carved stone, the exposed flint wall, the once flush flush-work, the leached minerals but, most of all, that bootscraper.

And for those interested, the aforesaid east window.

Stained Glass St Mary's Long Stratton

Medieval stained glass assemblage at St Mary’s Long Stratton; Photo 23rd August 2018

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