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Bells

Sunday, January 8th, 2012

Whitechapel Bell Foundry
Something like thirty years ago, I was on a bus with my grandfather passing The Whitechapel Bell Foundry; he told me a little about the place and promised to take me for a visit when I was older. Three years ago, I bought a ticket for a tour the following year, then forgot to go. Yesterday I finally toured the foundry with around 25 others, I was probably the second youngest in the tour party – very few other the others were below retirement age.

The bell foundry is the oldest manufacturing company in the UK, having been formed in 1570 (and with good evidence that it may date back to 1420 from earlier foundry works in the area). The foundry site on Whitechapel Road dates from 1738, originally having been The Artichoke coaching inn, built c1670.

The tour was interesting and through, we learned the bell-metal casting temperature, 1170 degrees C; the composition of the casting molds, a brick core covered in goat-hair, clay, sand and horse manure shaping mixture (photo); the number of harmonics a modern bell is tuned for, 5 – the same note in 3 octaves and a minor 3rd and a 5th.

At the back of the works, in the yard, a new set of bells and mounts (photo) were being prepared for St Dunstan in the west.To make best use of limited space, the hand-bell workshop and the woodworking workshop are built above the foundry floor. These workshops have rather low ceilings and beams – no one taller than 5’8″ works there. In the wood workshop where bell wheels are made, is the foundry “graveyard” commemorating those that have died while working (no details give for those, possibly an interesting story) and in retirement.

I’d love to re-visit when they actually cast a bell, but understandably they prefer not to have members of the public around when sloshing tons of molten metal around.

DG visited in 2008, around the time I booked my first, forgotten, tour.

Dead.

Wednesday, May 4th, 2011

Dead; not my corner of the internet – this is just pining for the fjords, but my poor walking boots.

Dead.

A couple of thousand miles.
Five countries.
Three-and-a-bit years.
Three mountain ranges.
Two continents.
One dead pair of walking boots.

Spending the Royal Wedding bank holiday wandering around the Scottish Highlands including Ben Nevis finally finished them off. The laces snapped at airport security and a gash in the side opened up descending the Ben. The soles have leaked since January.

Dandelion wine – or – That was Easter Monday

Tuesday, April 26th, 2011

Making dandelion wine is a messy business; First you have to collect ~400 grams of flowers, then you have to separate out the petals:

Making dandelion wine is messy
Messy


Finest dandelion petals (and a few unlucky bugs)


Then boil them all up with sugar, raisins and some orange peel:

Stir and strain, stir and strain


And then hope it ferments into something nice.

glub. glub. glub. (continue for 4 weeks)

Fingers crossed, that in six months to a year, we’ll have some nice wine.
Recipe:
400g of Dandelion flowers, 1kg of Sugar, 150g Raisins, Peel of 4 small oranges, 1 gallon of water. Simmer flowers in water for 30 min, strain off flowers and add sugar, raisins and peel to solution and simmer for a further hour. Allow to cool before removing peel and straining and squashing raisins for their juice. Add yeast and decant to demijohn. Wait.

Something’s crawling in my hair.

Monday, July 19th, 2010

It’s a flying ant day here in London. The parks and pavements have been covered in large, brownish, winged & wingless females looking for somewhere to start a new colony.

Winged garden ant female after nuptial flight
Winged female

Winged garden ant female after nuptial flight.

Wingless female garden ant, after nuptial flight. Stubs of wings visible on second body segment.
Wingless female

Wingless female garden ant, after nuptial flight. Stubs of wings visible on second body segment.

Some of the smaller males are also around, looking for a place to die. Their job of fertilizing the females is now over.

Male black garden ant dying on the ground after his nuptial flight.
Male garden ant

Male black garden ant dying on the ground after his nuptial flight.

Of course, all this flying protein is far too good a resource to waste,

Lunch on the wing

You can wait for it to come to you…

Pro-active ant catching.
Pro-active ant catching.

Or you can take a pro-active attitude to catching your dinner

If this is February, this must be Athens

Sunday, February 28th, 2010

The Parthenon:
The Parthenon

Changing the guard – High kicks are a Must:
Changing the guard