Wednesday, 19 March 2014

19 Mar - Jonathan the Bold - 527.9 miles to go

I realise now that it is unlikely that I'll make 1000 miles in 2014. Work and home commitments just don't leave enough quality time to get out. Something very important to me is the pleasure of simply getting out and about. Stomping along just for the sake of it is no fun.

So, I am re-inventing this blog at jonathanthebold.blogspot.com. If you enjoy reading about my ramblings, follow me there. I've a new (secondhand) lens in my camera, and am keen to try it out. My plan now is to post every Sunday, to give a bit more regularity to the blog. I'll still be counting down the miles, but my new target is 621.4 miles, or 1000 kilometres. 

My last image for this blog is the following, taken in 1998, on a short holiday in the Lake District, the chief memories of which are wandering about in the mountains above Buttermere, listening to Wood Warblers whistling in the trees, and an evening when I sat for two hours watching the sky fading from misty blue to the almost imperceptible hues of the night.

Buttermere (1998)

Thursday, 13 March 2014

13 Mar - Shopping in Międzyrzecz - 906.5 miles to go

A walk to town and back, on a hot, sunny, early afternoon. 2.3 miles.

Brunch

Crossing the Obra

A Międzyrzech (pronounced something like 'mee-oud-zi-zech') street

Międzyrzecz

Garncarska (=Pottery) Street. The Church of St John Baptist is in the background.

Miédzyrzecz Castle


Święty Wojciech Church - the tower really is leaning back a bit, it's not an effect of the photograph.

The main street in Święty Wojciech

Home

One of numerous feral cats that hang around the place



Tuesday, 11 March 2014

11 Mar - one thousand miles in a day!

A thousand miles on foot this year? Managed a thousand miles in 12 hours yesterday by automobile and aeroplane. If only it was that easy! Now on holiday in sunny Poland, visiting family.

Inside a Ryanair sardine tin
The yard, Święty Wojciech. The 'mist' is wood smoke from chimneys, plus dust blown up from the yard along with that kicked up by the numerous free-ranging chickens.
The village is name after one of the patron saints of Poland, Święty (=saint) Wojciech (pronounced something like "shvee-on-té voy-cheh"), a tenth century priest murdered by pagans in the year 997. Known throughout eastern Europe, he is famous as a patron of the poor, of slaves and of prisoners, which kind of ties in nicely with the charity I'm raising a few pounds for, Freedom from Torture. If you enjoy reading this blog, please make a donation, however small, by clicking on the following link: www.justgiving.com/jonathan-russell-2.

Friday, 7 March 2014

7 Mar - Ladbroke Hill - 908.8 miles to go

Down the Banbury Road, across Ladbroke Hill, then back along the footpath running amost parallel to the Welsh Road. Got over a little, local hill in the process, somewhere I'd always intended to visit but never had in 49 years! The stretch over the hill is pleasant enough, but path marking and maintainence 'unenthusiatic' on the return route - there was even a signpost saying 'PRIVATE PROPERTY NO PUBLIC ACCESS' directly across the public footpath by Southam Bypass.

On holiday from 10-17 March, visiting family in Poland - expect some interesting photos, but not many miles!
A promising start - some open hillside

An interesting stile - yes, I did climb over it

Along the side of one field there was a wall a bramble - absolutely impenetratable

The famously leaning trig point on top of Ladbroke Hill

A random hedgerow scene - love the colours and the geometry of this scenary

Last year's berries

Another hare - just managed to capture it darting away


Saturday, 1 March 2014

1 Mar - Marston Doles - 913.8 miles to go

A short walk to get back in to the habit after a while of doing nothing. Starting at Marston Doles, south along the canal, across the first bridge then farm tracks back to the beginning. 1.9 miles.


There are the ruins of some old, stone-built building at SP 4583 5751, probably a barn.

Wednesday, 26 February 2014

26 Feb - John Oxenbridge - preacher, troublemaker, family man

Having searched for information about Francis Holyoke, came across references to another out-of-the-ordinary minister of Southam, John Oxenbridge (1552-1617), 'a learned and pious Puritan devine and friend of the Throckmortons'.

This was the age after the split from Rome. The Throckmortons were an extended local family with connections to royalty and much involved in national politics and intrigue. (Francis Throckmorton was famously executed in 1584 for allegedly plotting to murder Queen Elizabeth and replace her with Mary Tudor.) John courted controversy himself with his fundamentalist views, being called twice before ecclesiastical courts, the second time being suspended from office.

John's will survives, giving a small insight into domestic affairs around the turn of the seventeenth century. He leaves his house and garden in Coventry to his wife and daughters, as well as his 'brass''plate''pewter''linen''bedding', and 'all other implements and utensils whatsoever' belonging to the house. All the 'English books' his wife wants from his library she can have, and the remainder to be given to his son, Daniel (1571-1642).  A small debt that his son owes him, he instructs to be paid to his wife, but all other debts to be forgiven. Lastly, 'To Hope Gellibrand my grand child a piece of plate worth in value four nobles or thereabouts.'

John's son, Daniel, avoided becoming embroiled in ecclesiastical affairs by becoming a doctor of medicine and moving to London, where he died. Daniel's son, John (1609-1674), escaped in a different way, by migrating to America, and becoming pastor of the First Church of Boston in 1670.

Tuesday, 25 February 2014

25 Feb - Francis Holyoke, a genius forgotten

The first recorded battle of the English Civil War on open ground was in the countryside around Southam, 23 August 1642, when Lord Brook ordered his parliamentary guns to open fire on a royalist brigade which found itself unexpectedly opposing him. When the cannons stopped firing nine years later, 160,000 were dead (3% of the population of Britain), with many others dying of disease, starvation and displacement. The first recorded burial from this conflict was in Southam churchyard, a man called John Brown*, a parliamentary soldier.

[*Not to be confused with John Brown the militant American anti-slavery campaigner, whose actions helped spark the American Civil War two centuries later.]

Who presided over John Brown's burial is not recorded. Was it the royalist rector of Southam, or some puritan stand in? Whether it was him or not, the day was a disaster for the minster of Southam, Francis Holyoke. Until then, in spite of the town being allegedly parliamentarian in sympathy, he had lived a peaceful, interesting and productive life, earning himself the nickname 'The Holy Oak' and practicing as a loyal servant of the king.

Francis Holyoke was a well-educated man, a sort of Dr Johnson of his day. Born at Nether Whitacre in north Warwickshire in 1567, he was educated at Queen's College Oxford, and steadily progressed over the years in ecclesiastical circles, becoming rector of Southam in February 1604. He was married to Judith, with a single son, Thomas, born in 1616. His passion, if not obsession, was etymology - the study of words.

The standard dictionary of the time was Rider's Dictionary. Francis freely plagiarised and 'improved' it, republishing the book as Rider's Dictionary Corrected in 1606, with several subsequent editions into the 1640s. There was some legal dispute about whether this should be allowed, but there was no such thing as copyright law in those days. Francis's work would have been familiar in literate circles, on every college library shelf and in every classroom. It was the Oxford English Dictionary of its day.

It would be fascinating to know what connections Francis had in literary circles, and more about the man as an individual. There is a reference to him in connection with Burton's famous The Anatomy of Melancholy (1621), but I'm not aware of any surviving documents, other than his dictionaries and a couple of standard sermons. What is known, is that on 22 August 1642, his world collapsed.

Parliamentarian troops on their way to Warwick occupied Southam for two nights. Francis, a keen royalist, had his home stormed, his servant killed (according to a later statement by Francis's son), and Francis himself summarily ejected from his position as rector. It was claimed that arms were found in his house, but this is by the parliamentarian chroniclers who are not necessarily reliable. These were brutal times, with parliamentary troops acting in a manner comparable to the Taliban today, in their levels of intolerance and brutality towards opponents.

His remaining years were spent in impoverished circumstances, living on charity, his wife dying an early death because of the trauma she suffered (this again is according to the statement made by their son in an appeal to parliament for financial aid). Francis lived on, dying nine later, aged 86 - a remarkable age for the time - having witnesses a world turned upside down by religious and political extremism and the rise and rise of Oliver Cromwell at the head of English parliamentary affairs. He is buried in St Mary's Church, Warwick.

Images:
* http://www.flickr.com/photos/xanthias/533127481/in/photostream
* http://www.abebooks.com/servlet/BookDetailsPL?bi=11942862720