A day on the tiles

It's been a bit of a hectic week since I last posted here, with most of it taken up by the demands of my day job as well as the preparations for yesterday's flea market. I'll be telling you all about the latter in a future post, but for now let's once again set the time machine's satnav to last month's Shropshire holiday.

By Friday morning - we were the 14th of June by now - all traces of the previous evening's stormy weather had gone, although it was still a grey sky which greeted us when we drew the curtains. Fully expecting a repeat of Thursday's rainy weather and seriously under par temperatures, I dressed warmly, adding one of the pairs of Snags from Vix's goody bag, as well as my black and white dotty Phase Eight raincoat. The latter was bought on a similarly rainy day in at Church Stretton charity shop back in 2018.

With my raincoat, at least I matched some of our destination's black and white half-timbered architecture, but with highs of about 17°C, I didn't need all the layers this time around!

We'd chosen Shrewsbury as a shopping destination that day, and as always we were fully planning to make use of the town's excellent park and ride facilities, the nearest to the cowshed being Meole Brace. So, imagine our consternation when after negotiating the rather tricky roundabout at Meole Brace Retail Park we found the car park's entrance closed. After fruitlessly driving around in circles and asking one or two locals for directions, we finally made it to the new entrance to the south of the retail park and made it onto the waiting bus with minutes to spare.

Not expecting delays, we'd once again made a late start, so that it was almost midday when we got off the bus at The Square. From here, we hurried along into the direction of the post office on Pride Hill, as it was due to close at 1 pm. Here, we were faced with another setback in the form of a long and slowly proceeding queue, which was serviced by a single, flustered-looking employee. But there was nothing for it but to play the waiting game - something I'm notoriously bad at - as I'd brought along some books to post to Vronni! 

Then, after a quick lunch at the nearby M&S café, we were ready for a rummage at the town's numerous charity shops. I was on the lookout for long-sleeved tops in particular - note to Beate: it being or supposed to be Summer, there weren't any decent woollen jumpers to be had. Apart from a couple of t-shirts for layering purposes, a short-sleeved jumper and an aubergine Breton top I found these two peasant-style blouses, from Zara (top left) and M&S (bottom right) respectively.

There was also a new-with-tags Cath Kidston bag as well as no less than eight brooches, three of which were picked up from the delightful Mummas Emporium below.

Touted on Facebook as Shrewsbury's latest best kept secret and located  above Vision Express on Pride Hill, it's a cozy café and antiques shop combined. We enjoyed our customary cappuccinos with yummy sticky Belgian chocolate cake, which obviously we just needed to taste.

We then trudged up to the Park & Ride bus stop further along on Pride Hill, where we had a chat with a lovely lady during the rather long wait.

Saturday looked set to be a total washout and it was so dark that we needed to have breakfast with the lights on. When finally at around 10.30 the rain started petering out, we made a dash for our car and entered the day's destination into our satnav.

During the 50 minute or so drive it took us to get to Jackfield, in the Ironbridge Gorge, not only did it stop raining, we were even treated to one or two sunny spells.

Nevertheless, our journey wasn't exactly a smooth one, as it took us on seriously pot-holed roads and through the odd minor flood. To say that we were in need of some caffeine by the time we arrived at the Jackfield Tile Museum is quite an understatement.

Apart from a couple who had just ordered some toasted sandwiches, we were the only customers. However, with only one guy being in charge of everything, it took absolutely ages before we'd been served with our coffees and a shared slice of Victoria sponge. We thanked our lucky stars that we'd had the foresight to bring a picnic, so that we wouldn't have to starve to death while waiting for lunch to be dished up!

Appropriately caffeinated, we then pushed our way through the double doors leading to the museum proper and started our explorations.

We were urged to check out the old offices first, where we made use of an old-fashioned telephone to listen to the accounts of former employees.

The museum is housed within the premises of Craven Dunnill, a working tile factory which is still producing decorative tiles on site to this day. It showcases the British decorative tile industry between 1840 to 1960, the era which was the heyday of Craven Dunnill and its neighbours Maw & Co. 

After giving up its Jackfield premises, Craven Dunnill moved to nearby Bridgnorth in 1950. The Ironbridge Gorge Museum Trust purchased the site in 1983 and tile manufacture restarted at Jackfield in 1989, with Craven Dunnill taking over the business again in 2001.

The museum lies in the village of Jackfield, near Broseley, on the south bank of the River Severn in the Ironbridge Gorge, the birthplace of the Industrial Revolution, and now a World Heritage Site. It is one of ten Ironbridge Gorge museums administered by the Ironbridge Gorge Museum Trust.

Jackfield Tile Museum is a treasure-trove of British ceramic design, fabulously curated and displayed in period room settings and beautiful galleries where the tiles are clearly labelled, both by period and style.

Like the Victorian Radicals exhibition we visited a couple of days prior, there was so much to take in that this definitely won't be our last visit.

I'm sure you won't be surprised that the Arts & Crafts tiles and ceramics, and particularly those produced by William de Morgan (including Antelope, ca. 1880, above, bottom right) were my absolute favourites.

One of the highlights of the museum is the collection of around 1700 tiles donated to the museum in 2013 by John Scott (1935-2020), who had been collecting Victorian tiles since the 1960s. Apparently, there's a book about the John Scott tile collection, which I definitely must seek out.

The museum also has some faithfully recreated premises, like a traditional butcher's shop (above, top left), a church interior (above, bottom left) and a Victorian pub with its curved tiled bar (below), all showcasing the creative use of tiles in the Victorian era.

The iconic glazed tiles used in several London tube stations — Covent Garden among them — were produced at this site, so it was only natural that this mock platform was included in the exhibits. 

The museum also has a huge room full of historic moulds, which enables the company to recreate the designs and thus assist with restoration works at historical properties. 

Some of the machinery and equipment used in tile-making, as well as the remains of the ancient kiln, can be viewed outside in the courtyard.

If you noticed the absence of other visitors in the photos, this time it definitely wasn't the result of my patience. In fact, we often had the rooms completely to ourselves!

By then, the sun was out in full force and had made short shrift with the remaining rain clouds. As we had our picnic waiting in the car, that's where we were headed, taking pity on the handful of people who were making their way to the Peacock Café.

Before heading to our next destination, less than ten minutes up the road, here's a little hint in the form of one of the tiles I photographed in the museum!

It is in fact the famous Iron Bridge, in a small town of the same name, which lies on the River Severn, at the heart of the Ironbridge Gorge. The town developed beside and took its name from the 30-meter cast iron bridge which spans the gorge.

Opened in 1781, it was the first major bridge in the world to be made of cast iron. Its success inspired the widespread use of cast iron as a structural material, and today the Grade I listed bridge is celebrated as a symbol of the Industrial Revolution.

In 1934 it was designated a scheduled monument and closed to vehicular traffic. Tolls for pedestrians were collected until 1950, when the bridge was transferred into public ownership. 

Having previously visited here in 2019, we reacquainted ourselves with the town, photographing the bridge, which was restored to its former glory in 2017 and 2018, from all angles. We even ended up kissing under the iron bridge (a reference to the Smiths' song, Still Ill - here on YouTube), something we neglected to do back in 2019.

After wandering around the town and having a peek in a tiny bric-a-brac shop selling vintage Craven Dunnill and Maw & Co. tiles at eye watering prices, we finished our visit with - you guessed it - cups of cappuccino, before travelling back to the cowshed by way of those potholed roads.

The day ended as it had begun, with torrential rain, which would last until half-way through the night.

And I'm ending this post as it began too, with a peek at my outfit. I was wearing the same denim midi skirt and the same mock croc ankle boots. My blouse is from the Belgian Who's That Girl label by way of a charity shop and my orange stretchy belt - a retail buy - was last seen here on our trip to Birmingham with Vix and Jon.

Although I've obviously got a couple more travel posts up my sleeve, I might take a brief break from them by a catch-up of what else has been happening in my life and what I've been wearing lately. 

See you soon!

Strange days indeed

In the first weeks of my blogging career back in March 2016, on the day following the terrorist attacks at Brussels airport, I published a post called Could Life Ever Be Sane Again.

Part of the lyrics to a Smiths song called Panic, this kept playing over and over in my head in the days following the attack, as it expressed exactly how I felt: a kind of numbness mixed with disbelief and above all, a feeling of powerlessness, a reality check in a time when daily realities seemed to be ever shifting.

How very apt that post title would have been now!  As if on cue, it has wormed its way back into my subconscious ever since the dreaded Coronavirus has reared its ugly head. The situation has become pretty dire here and it's hard to stay positive when faced with the relentless scaremongering the media bombard us with, causing panic and paranoia all around and seemingly throwing all common sense overboard.

For the last couple of days, I feel as if I'm about to lose my sanity. Numb and powerless, I can only stand and watch as reality is shifting yet again, and Belgium is going into the first stages of lockdown. Strange days indeed!

Ironically, I also wrote a post called My Corona back in 2016.  I'm not joking! It's here and it's about my grandfather's typewriter!

On top of that, sunny spells are still rarer than hen's teeth these days, but at least there's a cure for the rainy day blues!

And if wearing colour doesn't kiss it all better, it certainly goes a long way in making me feel marginally better and, perhaps, anyone seeing me wearing it too.

Giving preference to those items which haven't been worn yet this Winter, I unearthed this 1960s purple floral shift dress from my wardrobe. Yet another old Think Twice find, it has a dropped collar and a row of tiny decorative self fabric buttons at the yoke.

Trying to keep a sunny disposition was aided by adding yellow in the mix, a first for this dress which in the past I always wore with either pink or mustard.

I was surprised at how well the purple seemed to work with the amber yellow of my tights, cardigan and necklace. And look how the pansies in my brooch are bringing the colours together! As a final touch of sunshine, I added an orange flower corsage to my long-line cardie.

In February's final week, the weather had been particularly fickle.

One afternoon at the office, I looked up from what I was doing to see a flurry of snowflakes drift by my window. Much to my relief, the snow didn't stick, but it still managed to cause even more disruption than usual to Antwerp's feeble excuse for a public transport system.

On my way to the bus stop the next morning, I was sufficiently entranced by the delicate morning sunshine illuminating our village church that I took a photo with my phone's camera.

I did the same the next day when we were once again treated to the usual foggy drizzle. What a difference a day makes!  

The weekend, as weekends tend to do, couldn't have come sooner. 

You've already seen Saturday's purple and yellow attire at the start of this post, but not my outerwear.

I didn't have much use for my Princess coat this Winter, so I'm taking the opportunity of any chilly day to give it an outing. Recently, I was asked why I'm calling it my Princess coat. Well, at the time it made its first appearance on the blog, back in December 2017, somebody remarked that it was a coat fit for a Winter Princess, and so the name stuck.

That Saturday, we did our usual round of the charity shops, where I found a fabulous pair of hardly worn brown boots, with a kind of decorative elastic panel at the back. Their heels have just the right height for them to be wearable for me, so in our basket they went.

Next up was a pale green suede belt with the most gorgeous buckle. You'll see me wearing it in my next post!

A handful of necklaces also made their way into our shopping basket. Surely a girl can't have enough of those?

People have been asking me about the background fabric I'm using to photograph most of my jewellery finds. This is actually a quilted plaid I found in a charity shop years ago, consisting of  large alternating pink and white printed rectangles. The quilt covers our antique linen chest and its position in front of one of our upstairs windows offers the perfect light for photographs as well. I love the faded grandeur of the fabric, the faded bit greatly helped by the fact that it's one of Phoebe's favourite sunbathing spots!

Enter Sunday the first of March, and a brief respite from all the rain. I don't remember if it lasted all day, but I don't think so, as we didn't leave Dove Cottage's confines.

The dress I was wearing that day, with a repeat later that week, was a re-discovered one and no, I haven't got the slightest idea why it was neglected for so long. I don't think I wore it at all for at least two years!

It's got a generous pleated skirt which invites a spot of twirling, a tie collar, which I tamed by pinning a multi-coloured stone brooch to it, and bishop sleeves closing with two red buttons at the wide cuffs.

If I remember correctly, it also came with a self fabric belt, but I used a grey leather one with an oval leather covered buckle from my collection instead.

Everything I'm wearing here came from my existing wardrobe, except for the pinkish pearly brooch, which was twinkling at me at Think Twice a couple of weeks back, and the boots, which are the ones I picked up at the charity shop on Saturday.

Well, that's it for now. I'll be returning with one more post of outfits and finds before entering an enforced period of charity shopping abstinence, as all shops except for those selling food - and toilet paper, if it's not sold out - have to close in the weekends until the end of the month. As for flying visits to Think Twice during my lunch breaks, I somehow don't think I'll have the heart for them.

But it will pass, I'm sure it will. Do stay safe and healthy in the meantime!