Connie

There are three ways to Throckrington – along rough tracks and a three-gated road, circumnavigating Colt Cleugh Reservoir; through Little Swinburne and Short Knowes, more rough tracks and, I am told, five gates; or, the single-track road (with no gates), signposted ‘Throckrington 1 Mile’ off the B6342, Colwell to Little Bavington road. I have walked the first and ridden the last. So many ways of reaching nowhere.

Rough road from Colt Cleugh
Set high on a spur of the Great Whin Sill

The settlement comprises nothing more than a sizeable farm and St Aidan’s church which once towered over a village, elevated on a spur of the Great Whin Sill. In 1847 a returning sailor brought cholera, the residents were wiped out and the houses destroyed. If anyone travels to Throckrington today, it is for the church and its graveyard. There is the farm but, nothing else.

The sloping graveyard has headstones etched with the names of the Border Reiver families – the Armstrongs, the Milburns, the Robsons and the Shaftoes, the latter celebrated by a too obvious granite obelisk. It is an odd ambition, to have the grandest memorial in the graveyard and perhaps galling that it is not the Reiver families that attract visitors.

Connie’s swimming stone is bottom left

Among the old bones, there are some surprising more recent incomers of note. At the north west of the graveyard lie the remains of Lord and Lady Beveridge beneath two unpretentious, arched headstones. William Henry Beveridge, 1st Baron Beveridge, KCB (5 March 1879 – 16 March 1963) was a British economist and Liberal politician whose 1942 report, Social Insurance and Allied Services (known as the Beveridge Report) provided the basis for the NHS and UK welfare state established by the 1945 Labour government.

The Lord and Lady Beveridge headstones are third and fourth from the left

A yet more modest memorial, a simple stone carved with the initials CRL marks where Constance Ruth Leathart is laid to rest. Connie flew Spitfires in World War II and was one of the first women with a pilot’s licence. According to Wiki she was born into a wealthy family on Tyneside and started flying lessons in 1925 at Newcastle Aero Club. She wrote her name as “C. R. Leathart” on the application form and was accepted before the club realised her gender. When she received her flying licence in 1927, Leathart became the first British female pilot outside London, and one of the first 20 overall.

She started an aircraft repair business, Cramlington Aircraft, with Walter Runciman, later Viscount Runciman, participated successfully in air races with him, and was one of a group of flying socialites. She was one of the first women to fly over the Alps, in a de Havilland Tiger Moth and was the first in Great Britain to design and fly a glider.
When World War II broke out, she was working in the map department at Bristol Airport and volunteered as one of the first members of the Air Transport Auxiliary, female pilots who delivered aircraft from the manufacturers.
After the war ended, she became a United Nations special representative to the Greek island of Icaria and received an award of merit from the International Union for Child Welfare. She reluctantly gave up flying in 1958 and retired to a farm in Little Bavington, Northumberland, where she cared for rescued donkeys.

The stone that marks Connie’s grave is the step taken from her unheated swimming pool which she used regardless of the weather. A simple memorial to a remarkable life.

Connie’s memorial in the foreground, the Shaftoe memorial in the background.

Finally, there is Tom Sharpe, the satirical novelist best known for Blott on the Landscape and Porterhouse Blue. Except he is not there – some of his ashes, along with a bottle of whisky, a Cuban cigar and a pen, were buried without permission and were later exhumed by the Vicar of St Aidan’s. Maud’s gardener would have been up in arms.

The view south west

Corbridge and snow …

Winter has returned, or maybe it never went away.  Certainly the conditions in far north Wick were milder but I doubt that still holds true.  This is just a small collection of images taken in and around Corbridge earlier today – I have processed them differently but they all come out the same – cold:

St Andrew’s Church graveyard, Corbridge

Umbrella time – Corbridge Post Office

Who cares about the weather, as long as we’re together.

The from the bridge looking east down the Tyne.

Mike Anton Estate Agents, Corbridge

I’ve just seen a face …

… I can’t forget the time or place
Where we just met

Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again

I've just seen a face ...

These two images were taken in St Andrew’s Church, Corbridge on a bright Autumn afternoon. There is something irresistible about backlit stained glass in the cool of an old English Church; a bright and fitting way to remember little Annie:

Remembering ...

Photo Challenge: When I Paint My Masterpiece

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
ancient footprints are everywhere.
You could almost think that you’re seeing double,
On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room,
Where I got me a date with Botticelli’s niece.
She promised she’d be there with me,
When I paint my masterpiece
Robert Zimmerman

Masterpiece

Every Sunday morning he would position himself on the green opposite Wargrave Church and adopt the pose of a classic painter working on his masterpiece.  As the congregation emerged feeling suitably benevolent, ladies of a certain age would make a beeline for this creative old rogue; he seemed to be doing a roaring trade:

Masterpiece

Masterpiece(click on the images to enlarge)

Weekly photo challenge: Up

This is the church which sits on high ground and dominates Audlem.  Although a Cheshire boy, I had never before visited this small village near the border with Shropshire although I have ‘sailed by’ on a narrowboat.  It is a very attractive place which according to Wiki in 2005 “was voted Cheshire’s ‘Village of the Year’ and the North of England ‘Village of the Year’ also the ‘Most Vibrant Village in Cheshire’. After also winning the county’s ‘Building Community Life’ award, Audlem went on to win England’s ‘Building Community Life’ award….a Meryl Streep of villages.

These views of the church are taken from the road below and there is much going on ‘up’ there:  a lone crow drifts on a westerly against a white cloud, a vapour trail scars the blue sky, the weathercock and Union Jack flutter on the same wind.  The Church tower points to the same sky, always the domain of birds and now aviation:

AudlemAudlem(click on images to enlarge)