Saturday 24 June 2017

Sherlockian Sojourns #3: Hindhead

 After a day spent in the footsteps of Peter Cushing, I decided to make another sojourn, but not quite so far this time. Despite it being only around an hour from my home address, I had never visited Undershaw, the house was built for Sir Arthur Conan Doyle at his order in Hindhead, Surrey, to accommodate his wife's health requirements. Undershaw is where Conan Doyle lived with his family from 1897 to 1907, and from where he published many of his works, including his most famous, 'The Hound of the Baskervilles'. The final decision was made on learning that as part of the 'Haslemere Hogs' event, in which painted pigs were distributed at venues around the area, there was a 'Sherlock Hams' pig at the nearby Cookie Bar cafe.

All seemed to be going well, and I made my way via train to Farnham (and the station which Violet Hunter rode to and from each week in 'The Solitary Cyclist'), catching a bus to the Hindhead Crossroads. 




However, on exiting the bus, as soon as 'Undershaw' came into sight, it turned out that I had bought the wrong type of ticket, needing a Gold Dayrider, rather than the standard version. The driver advised me that I would need to request a single to Frensham on the way back.

Crossing the road, I stood at the top of Undershaw's long drive. After Conan Doyle sold the house, Undershaw served as a hotel, which closed in 2004. The property was then vacant, falling into ruin until 2014 when the house and grounds were purchased by the DFN Charitable Foundation for Stepping Stones School, a school for children with special needs. In 2016, having built a new extension to Undershaw (which purposely does not match the original building), the school opened. Not wishing to wander around on school grounds (even on a weekend), I took photos from the top of the drive, attempting to focus on the 'old-part' of the building.







I then walked the five minutes to the cafe, finding it dark and locked up. A sign in the window indicated that they were unable to open today, and peering it through the window I could not see the pig. As if to add insult to injury, it then began raining, after over a week of good weather. I, therefore, took the decision to catch the next bus back to Farnham, rather than go into Haslemere to search for more pigs (which would not be covered by my wrong bus ticket). When the bus arrived, it was the same driver, who sold me the single to Frensham (making a total £1 more than the Gold Dayrider).

On arrival, I sat down on a bench on the platform, to wait the 10 minutes until my train home. However, the fates had not finished with me. A member of railway staff appeared to state that due to signalling problems there would not be a train for another hour. Therefore, as the rain had stopped, I walked into central Farnham to browse charity shops for an hour, whilst checking on my phone whether the trains were now running. Back at the station, I finally got a train home.

Friday 23 June 2017

Sherlockian Sojourns #2: Whitstable

Whitstable, a seaside town on the north coast of Kent, does not feature in the Sherlock Holmes canon (unless it was this part of the Kent coast that ‘the famous observer’, J. G. Wood was swimming off when he encountered Cyanea Capillata, recording the encounter in his book 'Out of Doors', the reading of which inspired Holmes to the true solution of “The Lion’s Mane”). So why is it forming the second of this year’s ‘Sherlockian Sojourns’ ?

The answer is provided by the first place of interest encountered by myself on arrival, namely ‘The Peter Cushing Public House’.



Cushing played Holmes on both film and TV (including starring in two versions of the legendary ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles’), as well as being Grand Moff Tarkin in ‘Star Wars’, the Movie Dr. Who, and a Hammer Films regular. In 1959 (the year, he first appeared as Holmes, in the Hammer HOUND), he bought a seafront home in Whitstable, where he had been a regular visitor for many years. He lived there with his wife until her death in 1971. Cushing then continued living there until his death in August 1994 at the age of 81, pursuing his hobby of bird-watching whilst in retirement and writing his two autobiographies. However, it being too early for a drink (or even lunch), I crossed the road to the Whitstable Museum & Gallery




The Museum features a permanent exhibit on Cushing, instigated following his death in 1994. The display (where photos were not allowed) included a number of his personal effects, such as a suit jacket, his make-up bag, a Sherlock Holmes business card, and his personal headed notepaper (but unfortunately not the slippers that he wore as Grand Moff Tarkin when his feet were not in shot, which had been part of the original exhibit). I then listened to audio memories of Cashing, and on my way out I purchased 'Peter Cushing's Whitstable: An Illustrated Tour' (adding a few extra stops to those on one I had downloaded) and 'Peter Cushing: A Celebration', an illustrated guide to Cushing's career.

Leaving the museum, I set out on my tour, listening to Cushing reading stories from ‘The Return of Sherlock Holmes’.

First port of call was the former site of 'Keeler's', the newsagent who delivered Cushing's Daily Telegraph, now named the 'Windy Corner General Store'. One day, Cushing bought a box of Black Magic chocolates, asking that the price tag be removed. The owner, Steve Keeler, rightly guessed that they were intended as a gift, observing that nobody buys chocolates for themselves. Cushing's instant retort was 'Elementary, my dear Watson!'



Moving along Island Walk, I encountered 'Journey's End' (named for the play), a bungalow which was built in what was once the Cushing's garden.



Walking down a gravel path to the sea-wall, next was the main attraction, Cushing’s home for thirty-five years, 3 Seaway Cottages. This house unusually features high windows on the top floor, which provided both perfect light and perfect views for Cushing's other great passion, painting. It was also close to the sea, providing his ill wife, Helen, with fresh sea air (it was for a similar reason that ACD moved to Hindhead in Surrey in an attempt to improve the ill health of his wife, ‘Touie’). The house is pretty much as it would have been in Cushing’s time, and has a blue plaque commemorating its former owner on its front wall.




Moving along the seafront, alongside the beach where Cushing enjoyed swimming and painting, I made a slight detour to Oyster Cottage, where the Cushings had stayed in the early 1950’s before moving to Whitstable permanently.


Returning to the seafront, I reached ‘Cushing’s View’, the spot where Cushing could often be found in the later years of his life, sitting on the harbour wall, looking out to sea and the activities of the harbour. In the 1990’s , the spot was officially renamed in his honour, and a locally-made groynes bench was installed, which had previously been sited in the Cushings’ garden and donated to the town in 1992. The bench is a two-seater rather than the more common four-seater, as Cushing had thought that two lovers should always have a place to sit together. Due to there being an ice-cream van close by, I had to bide my time to sit on the bench, as family after family sat down to eat their '99s.




It was time for lunch, and so I returned via Horsebridge Road and the High Street, to ‘The Peter Cushing Public House’. Opening in 1912, the building was originally ‘The Oxford Picture Hall’, being extended in 1936 as ‘The Oxford Cinema’. Cushing attended the cinema with his wife and secretary several times. It later became a bingo hall, before falling into disrepair, then being refurbished and reopening as ‘The Peter Cushing’ in July 2011. Inside I was surrounded by photos of Cushing (including one in a Deerstalker), movie posters and some of his watercolours, as I chomped away on a gammon steak.










Retracing my steps, I walked down Harbour Street, passing 'Herbert's Cycles' which Cushing a keen cyclist often frequented, and the butchers which Helen always used, now renamed 'Jim's', from 'GH Theobald'. Next was St. Alphege Church, one of the churches attended by Cushing. Further along was 'The Black Dog' (which doesn't have a Cushing connection, but reminded me of HOUND).





 

Passing 'Woolleys' where Cushing bought his Grand Moff slippers, and finding that 'Hatchards' where he bought his clothes was now a 'Costa Coffee', I reached 'The Tudor Tea Rooms’. It was here that Cushing ate lunch every day (save Wednesdays when to his annoyance it was closed) after the death of his wife, having a favoured table behind a pillar. Even when too ill to attend in person, his secretary would pick up his lunch (his favourite being roast potatoes). He also spent time there sketching and painting.



Moving on, I reached 'John Kemp Funeral Directors' which organised Cushing's funeral, and two other establishments frequented by Cushing, 'VC Jones Fish & Chips' and 'Geoff Laurens Antiques', before popping back to 'Cushing's View' to look out to sea, and watching the RNLI lifeboat being launched..




Retracing my steps. I returned to 'The Tudor Tea Rooms', where I sat at the table with a tribute plaque on the infamous pillar, having a scone with cream and jam.



I then slowly made my way back to Whitstable Station, catching a train back to London Victoria, and then on home to plan a further expedition for the next day.

Sunday 11 June 2017

Forgotten Musicals: 'Miss Nightingale' (2011)

Forgotten Musicals: 'Miss Nightingale' (2011)

 

Book, Lyrics and Music by Matthew Bugg








History:

Miss Nightingale started life as a small-scale chamber musical at The Lowry Studio and King's Head Theatre in 2011. It was written and directed by acclaimed theatre composer Matthew Bugg, whose work had been heard in theatres across the UK and in the West End for shows including "King Lear", "Three Men in a Boat" and "The Secret of Sherlock Holmes". The first full-scale version of the show was staged in 2013 in a co-production with the New Wolsey Theatre, Ispwich, in association with The Lowry, Salford Quays. Since then it has toured the UK, becoming one of The Guardian’s 'Top 50 Shows of 2016' and being recently voted into BritishTheatre.com’s 'Top 100 Greatest Musicals of All Time'


Plot:
London, 1942.  A smoky, underground cabaret club opens in the heart of the war-torn city.  A saucy new singer, Miss Nightingale is thrust into the spotlight.  Meanwhile, two men struggle to bring their love out of the shadows. A dangerous world where aristocrats slum it with black market spivs, songwriters take to the streets, and showgirls fight to change the world.  When secrets are revealed and lies exposed, the only resistance is to stand up and be counted.


In a Nutshell: 
If you could die tomorrow, wouldn’t you live today as if it were your last ?


Production:
I saw the show at 'The Vaults', a subterranean theatre under the railway at Waterloo. Also on on the same evening was their successful 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland' immersive promenade show, for which the majority of patrons seemed to have attended. Finally we were gestured upstairs and for a brief moment believed that the show might be in the bar area, until someone had the sense to open a curtain leading to the auditorium, and we all shuffled in.

Having bought a programme (which for a few pounds extra could come with some rationed chocolate), I settled in for an evening described in a review that I had read as "Like Cabaret as written by Victoria Wood". I would concur with this, as Maggie Brown (Tamar Broadbent) was reinvented as the cabaret star, Miss Nightingale, singing bawdy songs (with more than a touch of double entendre). However, the emotional heart of the play was the love story between her pianist (Conor O'Kane) and their impressario (Nicholas Coutu-Langmead), in an era when homosexuality was illegal. The rumbling trains acted as the sound of distant bombs falling, adding to the 1940s atmosphere. Credit must also be given to the show's creator, Matthew Bugg, playing Maggie's brother Harry, who like the others played instruments in the songs, who managed to have played six different instruments by the end.  Both bawdily funny and touchingly sweet.

'Miss Nightingale' ran at 'The Vaults' in London from 30th March 2017 to 20th May 2017.


Signature Song:
No struggling with emotion this time. If I say 'The Sausage Song' (with its refrain 'You've got to get your sausage where you can') just edges out 'The Pussy Song', you can get an idea of Miss Nightingale's singing style.

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