Wednesday, 2 August 2023

The Counter Project

     It is now over 24 hours since an acquaintance of mine, the Irish classical architect and fellow member of RIBA TAG, Conor K Lynch tweeted four images of a counter proposal by 'Apollodorus Architects' for the new rugby stadium in Bath.  In those 19 hours the response has extraordinary: 18,800 likes and counting; 1,948 retweets; 472 comments. The latter have been overwhelmingly positive.  It has certainly caught the public imagination, on Twitter at least.  Of course, there had to be the snarky comment about Albert Speer, Hitler's favourite architect from a practicing modernist(?) architect.  Ah yes, that go to criticism of modern classicism. It really is a tired-out old trope.  It's not even a criticism of the architecture as such, but guilt by association.  Not only is it such a bore, but says much about the intellectual vacuity of the mainstream architectural profession that they should trot some old garbage like that.

    Now for some specifics: the Apollodorus Architects Classical proposal (here) stands counter to the Modernist one designed by Grimshaw (here) for Bath Rugby, who are in need of permanent stadium.  Bath Rugby play on the Recreation Ground - the 'Rec' - just over the river Avon from Bath city centre - in Bathwick, that large and unfinished late Georgian development by Thomas Baldwin I wrote about here.  So a particularly sensitive site then when any building on the 'Rec' could be seen from outside the e end of Bath Abbey.  One can also understand the reluctance of the club to leave - they have, after all, played there for decades.  On their website Bath Rugby claims of the Grimshaw design (here): We have created an iconic, yet sensitive design that will deliver an incredible match day experience.  I mean, who writes this guff? 'iconic yet sensitive'?  I'm not even sure what that means. In any case 'iconic', that hideously over used term, is not for Bath Rugby to claim.  I could go on as the Bath Rugby website and in particular their Development Brief, and which has now been formally submitted to Bath & North East Somerset Council, is full of such management speak, but I'll spare you.

     However the use of management speak isn't really the argument here, regrettable though its dominance of the discourse is.  Neither are the merits or otherwise of either scheme my concern, though as an associate member of TAG my sympathies are with the Classical design, which is based on the Roman Amphitheatre at Arles in Provence. Whatever my reservations about the design, and there are some, we have to honest at this juncture and admit it is very unlikely ever to be built if only for the 'mundane' reason that Bath Rugby is nearly an unsustainable £40,000,000 in debt.
     For me the response to this proposal highlights two interconnected phenomena.  Firstly, the growing appeal of Classical/Traditional architecture on social media.  All ready there are any number of twitter streams dedicated to traditional architecture & urbanism, and the culture necessary to sustain them.  Secondly, the continuing gulf between the public and the profession - a gulf that has lasted so far for some sixty plus years. We have a profession that is arrogant and unresponsive to the public.  It has attempted to establish itself as a secular priesthood of true believers. How long must this continue?

Wednesday, 19 July 2023

Weobley Castle

      A jaunt onto Gower this morning and a visit to Weobley Castle, romantically set high above the salt marshes on the north coast of the peninsula with wide views across the Loughor estuary and far to the Brecon Beacons. On the landward side the castle stands beside a working farm. As castles go not at all large, but a comfortable fortified manor house, the best remaining example of its type in Glamorgan according to the Buildings of Wales volume on the county. Some nice architectural details too.  In places the ruins seem to merge with the natural outcropping rocks. 













   From there to quite my favourite village on Gower, Llanmadog, wth sheep grazing in the village street and ancient stone walls and even older parish church. A place to treasure. We took a brief walk along the coastal path towards the pine woods of Whiteford Burrows and Cwm Ivy Torr, a place of utter silence and solitude. Le Pays de Galles Profonde. A truly remarkable place, very atmospheric if not faintly disturbing in its emptiness. I can quite understand its folkloric associations. From there back to civilisation and the lovely Cwm Ivy cafe for tea and cake.




Sunday, 2 July 2023

'A Time to Keep Silence'

      A short post on a short but rather fascinating and atmospheric book by, favourite of this blog, Patrick Leigh Fermor, the English travel writer. Published in 1953 by the Queen Anne Press and illustrated by Fermor's friend the Neo-Romantic artist John Craxton, 'A Time to Keep Silence' forms a meditation on the monastic life - mainly Western - with one short chapter on the abandoned rock-hewn Orthodox monasteries of Cappadocia, 'this cruel and flaming territory', in south-eastern Anatolia. In the two proceeding chapters he gathers together his experiences of a number of functioning monastic houses in France, where, over the years, Leigh Fermor retreated to write far away from exigences of the Modern World.
     What unifies this rather awkward and unequal yoking together of East and West is that search for the ....well, not quite the spiritual for I don't think of Leigh Fermor as conventionally religious after all he was in many respects a man of the world, unable, as Michael Duggan quoted in his excellent article in the Catholic Herald, to resist 'the soft hiss of the soda syphon'.  Then what?  
     The answer is perhaps difficult to fully explain, but at the end of that third chapter 'in the land of the basilisk and the cockatrice, of the Panic terror and the Noonday Devil' Leigh Fermor and travel companion 'peered into a deep valley, green with the foliage of plum trees and wild apple, overshadowing the winding track of a rivulet.  The sides of the canyon, too, were covered with the straggling descendant of a vineyard; the last seedlings of the vines and orchards planted here by the monks of a millennium ago'.  In an arid terrain the monks created a mimetic representation of Eden. A glimpse of heaven. A place of order and calm in a hostile environment. A place of shade and rest under the fierce glare of the sun; a sort of treasure trove, a schatzkammer. A repository of culture, learning and liturgical & artistic riches.
     It is only now on an early Sunday morning as I type out Leigh Fermor's elegant phrases I realise that what all the monasteries in this book have in common is ruin. At one point in their history they have either been deliberately destroyed or have been left to decay by an indifferent and ignorant people. And Leigh Fermor sees this a sort of Fall.  Some of the Western ones have been rebuilt, but the Eastern ones still await resurrection. 


Sunday, 25 June 2023

London

     To London just over a week ago and a rare evening of social whirl.  I've decided that social events are like buses - nothing comes along for ages (I mean months) and then two invitations arrive for events on the same evening. It's a nice problem to have. In all a chance to renew old friendships and make new ones.



      First, then, to 'Robert Kime' in Ebury St., Chelsea, and a celebration of Stamps and Stamps' gorgeous new book 'Style and Sensibility' (Rizzoli New York). A chance to to meet, alas briefly, one half of a very talented duo, the charming Kate Stamps who responsible for the beautiful photography in the book. Stamps and Stamps, I should add, are a husband and wife team of architect and interior designer based in California.  The Robert Kime showroom/shop makes a delightful location for an event such as this (I was particularly taken with the courtyard garden).
      Then a dash across town by tube (uncomfortably hot, that) to the Arts Workers Guild in Queen Square and the Traditional Architects Group Summer Party. 




     Oh, I forgot to mention I took in an exhibition too. 'Luxury and Power: Persia to Greece' at The British Museum. Not that good. Nice stuff but somehow underwhelming.


Thursday, 22 June 2023

Lichfield Cathedral I: City, Close, Cathedral

   There are also outwardly built three Pyramids, or steeples of a good convenient height, all very well wrought with Free Stone and especially the two Gemmets that stand westwards, very well cut and cureously wrought.  The which West Part is [] exceeding finely and cunningly set forth, with a great number of Tabernacles, and in the same, the Images or Pictures of the Prophets, Apostles Kings of Judah, and divers other Kings of this Land, so well embossed and so lively cut, that it is a great pleasure for any man that takes delight to see such Rarities, to behold them.


     It was a relief to leave the city centre of Birmingham and head through some interesting and leafy suburbia north to Lichfield, in the unregarded county of Staffordshire.  An all together different city; Defoe described it as "a place of conversation and good company"; it was after all the place of Dr Johnson, David Garrick, Erasmus Darwin and Anna Seward, a place of sensibility. It was my second visit and the bf's first, and the place is a delight - busy and prosperous. The centre is compact, dense and hierarchical. It was market day too, which is always a good thing, though not so good for the photography! Lichfield is a planned medieval town, c1140, built to the south of the cathedral. The site though is of greater antiquity. Close to Tamworth and Repton, it was one of the major centres of power in the Anglo-Saxon Kingdom of Mercia. And perhaps possessing a still greater antiquity.  

     The city stands just north of the Roman town of Letocetum (Wall) and the junction of two important Roman roads - Watling Street and Ryknild Street. To the north and east are the river valleys of the Trent and the Tame; to the south is the Forest of Arden and to the west Cannock Chase, and large area of heath and open woodland.  The name of the city was thought to mean 'field of the dead', but has been demonstrated to derive in part from the Old Welsh Luitcoyt - the 'grey wood', so that the meaning is the 'field in the grey wood'.  To the east, in the 'Heartland of Mercia' there are a number of other Brythonic names, entire or partial: Ridware, Hints, Comberford, and Dosthill.  To the west in what was once the Pencerseate are a number of others.  Arden is thought to derive from the Brythonic 'Ardu-' meaning 'high land'.  In 2009 the Staffordshire Hoard was discovered in a field at Hammerwich, a village nearly four miles west southwest of Lichfield.

     To the east of the city centre is St Michael, Greenhill. A medieval/Victorian church that stands in the midst of a vast graveyard. I believe it is the largest in the country. Mesolithic items have been found there, and legend links it to the persecution of the Christians under the Emperor Diocletian. Another credits the dedication of the cemetery itself to St Augustine of Canterbury and the Roman Mission. Whatever the basis of these stories, by the 8th century St Michael's had been endowed with vast landholdings. This has led some historians, such as Steven Bassett*, to suggest that St Michael's is the site of an important early Christian centre, possibly the seat of a British bishopric such as those at St Helen Worcester, and St Mary de Lode in Gloucester. It seems that the conversion of the Anglo-Saxons in the this part of the Kingdom of Mercia and the lower Severn valley was the work of the existing British populations, and not the Roman Mission.
      The Kings of Mercia took their bishops from Northumbria and also Ireland. St Chad, the fifth bishop, was no exception. He is thought to have been born in what is now Yorkshire. His name is Brythonic, as are names of his three brothers - Cedd, Caelin and Cynibil. As was also the name of his assistant/servant Ovin, ie. Owain or Owen, who is said to be the same Ovin who was part of St Etheldreda's household.  I wont describe Chad's earlier life in Northumbria except to say it is 'complex'. I don't mean 'problematic', only he was a very busy man, a bit restless maybe. It is enough here to know he, like his predecessors, was trained in the Irish monastic tradition in northern England and in Ireland itself. Chad's time in Mercia is subject to all sorts of legends and variants. It is thought he arrived c.669, but at one time it was believed he had arrived before that date and been living the eremitical life in part of Lichfield that is now known as Stowe, but what for centuries had been known as Chadstowe; attracted, perhaps, by the ancient sanctity of St Michael's church. Be that as it may Chad was appointed Bishop of Mercians c669 and was bishop for three years. It was he who, apparently, moved the cathedra from Repton to Lichfield. By his death there seems to have been two monasteries in Lichfield; St Chad's own skete at the site of St Chad's in Stowe (the church was then apparently dedicated to St Mary), and a second founded by the Mercian King Wulfhere. Chad was buried close to St Mary's church and remained there until c700 when his remains were translated to a new(?) cathedral church dedicated to St Peter on the site of the current structure, and which was situated within Wulfhere's foundation. I hope I've got that right!

     And so finally to the cathedral itself.  I can't do better than quote from the Buildings of England: "Lichfield is one of the smaller English cathedrals (371'), but it has two features which single it out from all others; its three spires and the Minster Pool and Stowe Pool assuring it of a picturesqueness of setting which none can emulate."
     In fact the building (for a cathedral) is so low (for instance, the nave vault is less than 60 ft high) that it scarcely registers in the urban landscape at all. I should add that the central tower, which has some stylistic links to the central towers of Pershore and Worcester, is uncommonly short; I think the great spire that that rests upon it must account for half the total height, if not more.  
      It's only as you approach, and I suggest you approach from the west along Bird St, that the three stones spires - the 'Ladies of the Vale' - appear above the trees. It is only at the moment of turning into the close that the cathedral finally reveals itself to the visitor, all dark and spikey, the flat façade of the w end enmeshed in a dizzying net of tracery and statuary. For all its flaws, (and it does divide critical opinion), it is quite the spectacle. A proper coup du theatre.
      At this point we step into the cathedral close - I've written about cathedral closes before now, but never explained them: a close is simple an enclosure, sometimes fortified, containing the cathedral and its ancillary buildings, such as housing for the cathedral clergy and staff. Here the close is neatly rectangular, unlike say Lincoln which is a very awkward shape and is intruded on too much by the modern world such as a main road.  The close at Lichfield dates from the 1200s but I'd like to think that the boundaries are actually Anglo-Saxon. Though without the profound numinosity of the close at St David's, it is still a particularly attractive and peaceful place, and it contains some beautiful houses.  Two buildings stand out for me: the Neo-classical austerity of Newton's College, and the rather French bishop's palace, dating mainly from the Restoration. It is has been credited to Edward Pierce (1630-1695) the mason/sculptor, who worked for Sir Christopher Wren. I should add here a note about what has been lost in the cathedral close: the gates have been demolished at some point, as has the late Medieval cathedral library (a half-timbered structure apparently. It is just visible on Hollar's engraving of the w front). In addition a chantry chapel has been demolished on the north side of the nave, and, intriguingly, depicted on two 19th century plans of the cathedral the location of the tomb chamber of the Mercian kings. Gerald Cobb in his fascinating book 'English Cathedrals: The Forgotten Centuries' mentions a free standing bell tower, but I've never seen that mentioned in any other book.**

      'The Ladies of the Vale' make Lichfield quite unique amongst the medieval cathedrals of, not only England, but the British Isles.  No other possesses, or has ever (as far as we know) possessed, three stone spires. But be not fooled though, for the central spire - the 'Rood Spire' - is not medieval but a 17th century reconstruction of the destroyed original.  Even so Lichfield fared somewhat better in this regard than Ripon and Lincoln, both of which had three spires constructed of timber & lead and lost all over time.  The two three spired cathedrals in Scotland, Elgin and Aberdeen, fared worse of all. All is Ichabod, or almost, for although the former is in complete ruins and the latter only a fragment - loosing choir, transepts and central tower & spire - it does retain the nave with its two w spires, built of intractable granite.
      Lichfield is constructed, like the cathedrals of Worcester and Chester, of Triassic New Red Sandstone of varying intensity of colour from dark brown to pinky-grey.  One imagines it, under certain weather conditions, to be a brooding, sombre presence.  The great problem in using this stone is its susceptibility to weathering, hence the presence of scaffolding on the central tower in the following images. The result of this almost constant repair and replacement of stone is that in places very little of the original medieval stonework is left; this particularly true of the west front where virtually all of the visible masonry dates from the late 19th century, the work of Sir George Gilbert Scott and his son John Oldrid Scott; the figures sculpted by Robert Bridgeman & Son, except those around the Great West Door which are by Mary Grant. The waspish architectural historian Alec Clifton Taylor was rather sniffy about their work, saying the sculpture was  "passable advertisements for the local hairdresser, every little wisp having been carefully 'set' in a fussy little curl."
     In addition, as hinted to above, the cathedral suffered massive amounts of damage during the English Civil War when the close was held as a fortress alternatively by both sides. It was besieged three times. Canon fire brought down the central spire and destroyed the roofs. Puritans smashed anything considered idolatrous. The cathedral remained in a near derelict state until the 1660s when a restoration was undertaken under Bishop Hacket (the church was re-consecrated in 1668). When divine service had been resumed in 1660 services were held in the chapterhouse, the rest of the cathedral being in such a bad state of repair.

   "June 16th, 1660. This morning Mr Rawlins, of Lichfield, told me that the Clerk Vicars of the cathedral had entered the chapter-house, and there said service; and this, with the vestry, was the only place in the church with a roof to shelter them."
Elias Ashmole ?

      Not only was the spire rebuilt, but new window tracery inserted, vaults rebuilt and new furnishings supplied.

      How much then does this lack of original work matter? And how, exactly do you conserve a building such as this?  These are questions that are still 'live' in the worlds of architecture and architectural criticism. These thorough-going Victorian restorations have come in for much criticism since, but it can be argued that the very survival of these buildings depended on the thoroughness of our nineteenth century forebears. Perhaps it matters little for any changes embody the history of the building, and surely it cannot be expected that any building should or can survive intact for so long. A pragmatic approach is required, not a desire for purity.






















* cf 'Church and Diocese in the West Midlands: The Transition from British to Anglo-Saxon Control' in 'Pastoral care before the Parish' ed John Blair and Richard Sharpe (Leicester, 1992) pp 13-40
** Doing a quick bit of research I found it mentioned in the original Bells Cathedral series volume on Lichfield. It was demolished in 1315.

Wednesday, 14 June 2023

Own work: Doric Gate after Batty Langley

     Finally another piece to share with. It's been like drawing teeth! This is 'Doric Gate after Batty Langley' - mixed media on 300gsm watercolour paper. Who, I hear you cry, was Batty Langley? A character in the evergreen British sitcom 'Last of the Summer Wine? Alas, no. Mr Langley was a Georgian master mason/architect and architectural theorist. He is remembered now for his writing, and has been an influence of subsequent generations of British architects such as, beloved of this blog, Edwin Lutyens and Ben Pentreath.




Sunday, 11 June 2023

Birmingham

      To Birmingham last week and a family wedding; and what a moving, joy filled day it was.  Beautiful weather and much happiness.  A day spent on foot for we walked from the Registrar's to the reception in bosky, rus in urbe, Edgebaston. And back. 

     We did indeed do a lot of walking that weekend, and saw a lot of the city.  The return to our hotel Friday evening along Broad St was particularly egregious - "The Road, like all main roads into a big city, achieved a kind of vast squalid importance .... it was a life line with a low opinion of life."*
     Early the next morning we traversed the city centre to the north end of Corporation St to get the bus to Lichfield.  Corporation St., it must be remembered, was Joseph Chamberlain's well meant but slightly cack-handed attempt at a 'Parisian Boulevard'.  Judging from old photographs, even when new it seemed to lack the visual cohesiveness necessary, and that cohesiveness is even less apparent today. One wonders if it could ever, at a certain level, really succeed - after all laisez-faire Birmingham was not the Second Empire.
      The northern section of the street is the legal centre of the city, what with the mediocre Crown Court and the spectacularly blood-red terracotta Victoria Law Courts by Aston Webb and Ingress Bell**. There are Barrister's chambers everywhere. But oh how that part of the city looked neglected.  The old County Court building, 1882, by John Williamson, in a fine Neo-Renaissance style and which I mistook it for a Victorian Bank (A confusion of typologies?), is empty and forsaken; the towers and pinnacles of Law Courts sprout shrubbery.***  It is not at all acceptable that a functioning public building should be such a condition. However the presence of the paraphernalia of building works does suggest (hopefully) that restoration is at hand.
     The whole thing however piqued my interest in what appeared to be an down-at-heal part of the city centre, and when I got back here I had a trawl on the internet. It revealed the whole sorry tale of the destruction of a vast area of the city in the 1950&60s.  Of an urban landscape sacked and left for dead. A whole area of the city dis-enchanted.  The damage done to Whittall St was particularly telling and deeply saddening.  Frustrating. Enraging.  It all seems a long way from the 'Civic Gospel' of late nineteenth century city.

     Sometimes I feel, as much as I actually like Birmingham, that it isn't really a city at all just a conglomeration of random buildings. A simulacrum.









* 'The Long View', Elizabeth Jane Howard's novel of 1956.
**Sir Aston Webb, you may recall from an earlier post, was architect of Birmingham University.
*** Turns out the County Court building is still a functioning law court.  Well, there you go.