Posts Tagged ‘Grange-over-Sands’

Monday, January 16th, 2012

Why I Love Japan Part 7 – The Slow Life


My home town of Grange-over-Sands is the archetypal slow town.  Its citizens, most of them being elderly, move slowly; for them the 30 mph sign isn’t a speed limit it’s an unattainable dream.  Grange is almost unique in the modern world in having an abundance of independent food shops so that you can do your weekly shop without visiting a supermarket – which is handy as there isn’t one.  It’s an ideal candidate for becoming a “Slow Town” under a scheme promoted by the Slow Food movement and last year, with the backing of Slow Food, I proposed this to the Town Council. Unfortunately my proposal was rejected, not on the grounds of cost (because I’d anticipated that by agreeing to underwrite the costs) but with the unassailable logic of their inherent slowness, or to put it another way, they were so slow witted and lethargic that they couldn’t be bothered.

If the idea had been proposed in Japan, I’ve no doubt it would have been welcomed enthusiastically.  The barrenness of being busy, as Carla Carlisle puts it, is something well known to the Japanese,  whose working hours are punishingly long. “Slow” is big in Japan, so much so that whole cities have become “Slow Cities”*, and the Slow Food movement has more members in Japan than any country except Italy.

The extraordinary thing is that whilst most Japanese opt for the city life with no access to a garden or an allotment, the possibility of living the good life is greater there than in any other developed country.  This video tells the story of a young couple, Sean and Misa, who were given a farm in Shikoku rent-free on the sole condition that they cultivated the land to prevent it from being reclaimed by the forest.  There are dozens of abandoned farmhouses in the same community and all over Japan, and so the opportunity taken up by Sean and Misa is available to many more.

*Here’s the ‘Slow Life’ Declaration of the Japanese city of Kakegawa, which I think is rather lovely and should be read, ever so slowly, to the Town Councillors of Grange:

The practice of the “Slow Life” involves the following eight themes:

SLOW PACE: We value the culture of walking, to be fit and to reduce traffic accidents.

SLOW WEAR: We respect and cherish our beautiful traditional costumes, including woven and dyed fabrics, Japanese kimonos and Japanese night robes (yukata).

SLOW FOOD: We enjoy Japanese food culture, such as Japanese dishes and tea ceremony, and safe local ingredients.

SLOW HOUSE: We respect houses built with wood, bamboo, and paper, lasting over one hundred or two hundred years, and are careful to make things durably and ultimately, to conserve our environment.

SLOW INDUSTRY: We take care of our forests, through our agriculture and forestry, conduct sustainable farming with human labor, and ultimately spread urban farms and green tourism.

SLOW EDUCATION: We pay less attention to academic achievement, and create a society in which people can enjoy arts, hobbies, and sports throughout our lifetimes, and where all generations can communicate well with each other.

SLOW AGING: We aim to age with grace and be self-reliant throughout our lifetimes.

SLOW LIFE: Based on the philosophy of life stated above, we live our lives with nature and the seasons, saving our resources and energy.

Friday, September 16th, 2011

Grange Lido – As it is now

My Slow Life has had to speed up a little bit this week, with meetings with the Town Council, the District Council, English Heritage and the 3P’s committee about Grange Lido. English Heritage told me that the restoration of the Lido “doesn’t come close” to meeting the criteria for a grant. I’ve also been on the site again with a structural engineer and a builder to look closely at the condition of the terracing and the existing buildings. It really is as bad, or worse, than we had thought. This comes as no surprise to anyone who has followed the sad story of the structure since it closed to the public 20 years ago. There is an overwhelming consensus amongst everyone who has followed the history of the Lido (including the Grange Civic Society) that there is no prospect whatsoever of restoring the outdoor pool.

I was amused to read an article in the Westmorland Gazette by the historian, Roger Bingham, that the term ‘Lido’, is in fact a misnomer, as during its heyday it was always known as “Grange Bathing Pool”. Real Lidos were much grander, and prettier, affairs and it was only in recent times, when attendances began to drop off, that it was bigged up as a Lido. The following is to a chronology of events prepared by the 3P’s (http://www.slow-life.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/The-Lido.pdf) committee showing the numerous efforts which have been made, since the pool closed, to revive it. The slideshow is of photos taken this week showing the reality of Grange Bathing Pool as it is now.


Wednesday, September 7th, 2011

The Cuckoo Brow Inn

Cuckoo Brow 2

The world’s best commute (see http://www.slow-life.co.uk/2010/12/21/the-slow-life-journey-to-work/) has just got a whole lot better now that the Sawrey Hotel has been magically transformed into the Cuckoo Brow Inn. I can take precious little credit for the transformation, but that hasn’t stopped me from lapping up the extravagantly lavish praise which I’ve received from just about everyone in the village of Far Sawrey. The person who deserves the credit is my PA, Sally, who, together with her husband Dan, has been fully responsible for the project, including all the design work. The work started in November last year, since when the 2 Star and rather sad old Sawrey Hotel has been completely gutted and transformed into a 4 star Inn with 14 stylish bedrooms. The work was interrupted for a little while four months ago while Sally gave birth to her baby Florence (http://www.slow-life.co.uk/2011/05/19/the-happiest-smile/), but apart from that she has been indefatigable, and I’m very proud of what she has achieved.

Tuesday, September 6th, 2011

David Hockney- Freedom is Choice- Part 2

David Hockney smoking

“If you can’t be a good example to your children at least be a horrible warning”.

There was nothing half hearted about my father’s dedication to the pleasures of smoking. He went at it full tilt, 60 a day and none of those namby-pamby filter-tips, but only full strength John Players. I don’t remember ever being put out by his habit, but I think I recognised that tobacco had taken an unpleasant hold on him and this was enough to put me off smoking for life. But I’m with David Hockney all the way. I wonder what he would make of the latest proposal, which has come from a Tory councillor in Grange, (and was so bizarre that it made the front page of the Sunday Times), to ban smoking outdoors near a children’s playground. The councillor in question, Bill Wearing, happens to be a good friend of mine and I don’t want to add to his misery, because he’s been ribbed enough already.

Meanwhile, the smoker’s lobbying group, Forest, has recruited Anthony Worrall Thompson to lead a campaign to allow publicans some freedom to let their customer’s smoke on their premises – not a bad idea considering the thousands of pubs which have gone under since the smoking ban was put in place. The choice of Anthony Worrall Thompson is utterly bizarre. He has an unerring talent to put people’s backs up. Everyone finds him intensely irritating and he is widely despised in the catering trade for closing down businesses and leaving his suppliers in the lurch. I’m reminded of the time when he was employed to promote a brand of sausages and he was pictured on the packet grinning inanely and holding up a fat sausage on a fork, underneath which was written “Prick with Fork”.

Monday, August 1st, 2011

The Garden in July

It’s many years since we’ve taken a summer holiday, partly because the summer is when we have the most work to do, but also because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. It’s a real wrench to spend even a couple of days away from the garden. But this July I had to be away for ten whole days and whilst it was sad to be away, it was a joy to return to see the astonishing change which had taken place in such a brief period. The garden had burst into colour. I was greeted by banks of vivid vibrant primary colours- reds, yellows and oranges from cannas, gladioli, dahlias and crocosmia. It was wonderful to see the garden at its best again and almost worth being away to see the transformation.

Thursday, July 7th, 2011

A New Dahlia

New Dahlia

This is a new Dahlia and I’m really quite excited about it. We have grown it from seed and it appears to be a totally new variety- a tree dahlia cross. It’s much taller than most hybrids, growing on a single stem to more than five feet. The leaves are unusually large, some measuring ten inches in length. These are qualities which I think it has taken from a tree dahlia; but it has come to maturity much earlier than a tree dahlia would, and has a striking red flower whereas the flowers on tree dahlias tend to be pale blue or mauve and rather insignificant. This plant is vigorous, with 13 flower heads. It is also scented, so it may be crossed with red scented variety which Jack Gott developed two or three years ago when he worked here, and which has the preliminary name of Margaret Denby. I haven’t yet thought of a name for this new one, but it’s certainly one to watch.

Friday, July 1st, 2011

The Garden in June 2011

June has been rather cold and damp, perfectly normal weather, in other words, for the start of summer. The rain has been good for the soft fruits but the cold has been disastrous for the flower garden. We’ve had an excellent crop of blackcurrants and gooseberries. On the other hand, the seedlings which we planted for cutting flowers at the beginning of May have hardly moved at all. I reckon we’re about a month behindhand and the only flowers I’ve been able to take to the hotels have been carnations. This slideshow, of photos taken in the garden during June, is much less colourful than we would expect at this time of the year.

Wednesday, June 29th, 2011

England’s Hardiest Palms

Chusan Palms

I did a double take when I glanced at the magazine photos of our sunken garden as it was in 2003. Surely, I thought, the Chusan palms can’t have grown THAT much. Back then they were stubbly little things, no more than 4ft tall. Now they are at least 12 feet. That’s a foot a year. Some going.

Chusan palms are hardy anywhere in England, but they seem particularly suited to this part of the north west. A sign of just how hardy they are can be seen at the Newby Bridge Hotel, where I planted two of them in 1997. The climate there, at the southern tip of Lake Windermere is much colder and much wetter than it is here in Grange, but both are perfectly happy.

The ground around my Chusan Palms (Trachycarpus Fortuneii) is now spattered with yellow seeds which have fallen from the flowers. Some of these will germinate and its a comforting thought that they may, in my lifetime, grow into substantial trees- quite a different story from the Sago palms about which I wrote last week – Cycad Seeds

Friday, June 24th, 2011

Cycad Seeds

Cycad Seeds

Cycads are sexy trees. Unusually, they are either male or female, with the males producing very phallic-like cones and the females bearing seeds. This photo is of a female Cycad in our orangery, which has just produced seeds, which resemble furry orange eggs. If you shake the seed pods you can hear the seed rattling inside.

This particular Cycad (Cycas Revoluta, also known as the Sago Palm, although it isn’t a palm) is one of several which we used to keep outside, in the Gravel Garden. But they can’t really cope with our cold wet weather and after a few winters outside they began to look very sad. When the Orangery was built, we brought them inside and after a year of warmth they began to recover. Now they’re in perfect health.

Cyads grow very slowly, almost imperceptibly, and although in their native Japan they will grow to a height of several metres and will develop multiple stems, they never grow to full maturity in this country. Is it, then, worthwhile planting the seed? Well, if by chance the seed were to germinate, there is no chance of it growing to more than two or three feet in height in my lifetime. It may become a fully developed tree by the time my grandchildren (who aren’t born yet) reach middle age. In that case there’s no time to waste- let’s get that seed planted.

Tuesday, June 21st, 2011

The Fruit Harvest Begins

fruit

It’s almost Midsummer’s Day and a time of glut in the garden. Or do I mean gluttony. At last we have an abundance of choice- as much choice as in any supermarket, except that ours is fresh and wholesome.
The fruit harvest has been helped along by the abundant rain, especially the gooseberries, which are bigger and sweeter than we have ever known. The only crop which has disappointed is the cherries, which have split- apparently the splitting is caused by too much rain, but I’m happy to leave them to the birds.