Showing posts with label Bathwick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bathwick. Show all posts

Friday, 7 November 2025

Bath in November I

       To celebrate a significant birthday we have been to Bath for a few days, and it has been a lovely treat.  I feel revived.  Those few days I felt re-integrated.  We arrived Saturday lunchtime and stayed in the same hotel - The Kennard, in Bathwick - as we did on our previous visit.  That evening with the fireworks thundering over our heads we ate at Cote Brasserie.  It was a pleasant surprise. Boeuf Bourguignon, Crème Brûlée, and a decent glass of Malbec.

     Sunday morning, our first full day, and, for what must have been a good two hours, the city air was filled with the joyous sound of church bells - Bath Abbey, St Mary Bathwick and St John the Divine, I believe.  How I have missed that sound in these past few years.  For the first time in far too long I went to church, to St Mary Bathwick - my sort of place, and I took Holy Communion.  I think it maybe the first church I have worshipped in with galleries.  Sunday lunch at The Architect, part of the Imperial Hotel.  In the afternoon a walk up to the Georgian Garden behind the Circus, and then back to the hotel via Walcot.

     Photos from my walk around the city before church.




















Sunday, 17 October 2021

Bath II: Bathwick

     Our hotel was situated in Henrietta St, east over the river Avon from the city centre.  A sinuous street of tall pale stone terraces that flows north from Laura Place, following the line of the river.  It was our first visit to Bathwick, as this area of the City is called. The approach from the city is mightily impressive, relying on a sort of coup de theatre from the intimate to the spacious; from the picturesque to the formal; from bricolage to stylistic uniformity.  Chaos to serenity and clarity. Standing in Laura Place with Argyll St and Adam's Pulteney Bridge behind and Great Pulteney St, long and immensely wide, ahead of you, the contrast between the city and the new suburb could not be clearer.  In the distance is the Holburne of Menstrie Museum, set within a great hexagonal park.  It has to be said that the museum, originally built in 1796 as a hotel, is too small a structure for the scale of things - I can't decide whether that is a fault or a deliberate act to create the illusion of yet greater distance and scale.  In all though one of the greatest pieces of town planning in late Georgian Britain, the work of architect Thomas Baldwin (1750-1820).
      You might even want to call it Baroque, and why not?  Oh yes, I know that the style is Neo-classical - Bathwick was laid out 1788-1806 after all - but the facades are merely  decoration, the icing on a sort of urban form that only appears with the emergence of the Baroque.  It could be said to be one of the defining elements of the style.  I should add here that Robert Adam's original plan for Bathwick was even more Baroque owing something to Wren's plan for the rebuilding of the City of London, and to the sort of urban forms one associates with Grand Siècle France.  Styles do not die; they are not un-invented.  Sometimes think of Art and Architectural historians as taxonomists, rather like 19th century naturalists.  They might even throw in a few terminal dates too.  It's not as though these categories, such as Baroque and Neo-Classical, don't exist only that sometimes the definitions are understood as antithetical to one another, when in fact, there are always elements of continuity.  I would argue that this plan represents such a continuity, maybe even a revival. 
     I didn't realise until researching this post that the Holburne Museum is the focus of a 'patte d'oie' of three radiating streets.  Well, you can't get more Baroque than a 'patte d'oie'.  Baroque too in the sense of individual units, in this case the house, being subsumed into the greater whole for the sake of urban theatre.  And that, it could be argued, is also one of the tendencies of Modernity.  But, alas, for all that grandeur and social cachet the scheme, with its long 'palace fronts', was not completed. As with the rest of Bath, development ceased by 1820.  Terraces abruptly halt and the next buildings in the street date from the late 19th century. Only on Henrietta St, being that bit closer to the city centre, is there a sense of continuity with a line of early to mid Victorian villas on the west side of the street. Lovely they are too.

Addendum: The park, the Sydney Gardens, was originally developed as a Pleasure Garden on the lines of the famous Vauxhall Gardens in south London.  It is, apparently, the last remaining pleasure garden in the country.  The Museum building was originally larger, being built to house a ballroom and all sorts of facilities for visitors, but was shorn of its wings - had its wings clipped! (sorry) - when it became a museum and gallery.  The architect was Sir Reginald Blomfield.