Sunday, 21 September 2014
Shattered! Malvern Fleamarket and O.E. placenames
The early sun on the Malvern hills yesterday morning. We were up at 3.45 a.m. and away an hour later for the long drive to the showground for the latest Fleamarket. We got to Bronllys before there was a noticable lightening of the sky, behind Hay Bluff. That was over an hour's drive from home.
We have a slightly changed route now, which avoids driving through the middle of Hereford, and involves joining what used to be the old Roman Road, from Stretton Sugwas Eastwards. Fascinatingly, "Stretton" means "farmstead or village on a Roman road", and Sugwas means "alluvial land frequented by sparrows"!!! Love it. We pass a turning to the village of Stoke Edith too, and it's believed that the Edith referred to was the wife of Edward the Confessor . . . The name appears in records as early as 1180. Stoke means "outlying farmstead or hamlet", a secondary settlement.
We turned to get into the back of Malvern near Cradley. That was a "woodland clearing of a man called Creoda". Driving through small fields and orchards, you could almost be transported back in time.
It was very busy there, and many of the traders who usually went inside in the sheds, chose to be outside on such a good day. We spoke to a trader who had elected to go inside and she said it had been very quiet - people weren't even getting that far - having spent their money outside one suspects.
The textiles corner of one stall - which, when we looked up, we found was manned by a friend of ours!
Older furniture shabby chicced - or something . . .
Sleep in the front and cook in the back. Great idea!
A Cecil Aldin coaching print I woulden't have minded. The use of a coloured team is interesting, especially they are horses with a bit of blood about them. I know that a coloured horse was "permissible" as long as it was the off-side wheeler (I think) in a team of otherwise solid-coloured horses.
What a lovely farmstead and animals - I would have loved this as a child.
I don't know who Mrs Cox of Badgeworth was but this Barge Teapot and set of three jugs was commissioned and made for her in 1890. Apparently the end of the canal was in Derbyshire, where Mrs Cox would have left her order on one canal trip on her barge, and then picked it up/paid for it when she returned. Badgeworth is on the outskirts of Cheltenham in Gloucestershire. I can only assume that Mrs Cox was perhaps widowed, but carried on running her business - and successfully. These pieces were unique. Badgeworth was the "enclosure of a man called Baecga", first mentioned in 862. . .
This takes me back - it was dated 1981 and shows butterflies and insects in great detail.
I fell in love with this quilt, and loved the way the background had been hexagons of the same material (rather than the flower garden bits being appliqued to a wholecloth background. This yellow material had a slight raised pattern on it too. The price was £50. I was down to my last £10! I can't even hope that it is there next time because the next date is in 3 weeks' time and clashes with the Militaria Fair we are doing at Laugharne. Ah well, perhaps it may be there in December . . . or perhaps I should just make myself one!
Another very pretty quilt, also out of my pocket though I didn't ask the price (stallholder not about).
I had looked at a bright and pretty squares quilt like this on one of the outside stalls, and was quite tempted to offer until I noticed that the maker had obviously just sewn strips of squares together, and hadn't been too accurate in her piecing and although there were slight overlaps in the quilt, right in the middle was a glaring one - about 3/8" out, and I couldn't face unpicking the damn thing to try and put it right. A lot of work . . .
Two more offerings on an inside stall.
Anyway, after 6 hours on our feet, we decided we would head for home, via Ledbury ("fortified place on the river Leadon" - Leadon being derived from the Celtic meaning "broad stream") so we could get a bottle of wine . . . my monthly treat.
Finally, at Willersley ("woodland clearing of a man called Wiglaf"), the increasingly decrepit Cats' Cottage has recently been auctioned and sold (a breath away from collapse, and possibly as a result of pressure from the Council). I do hope that it is rebuilt in the vernacular and not flattened and replaced by a bungalow . . .