Christopher Hilton
@chilton-bb
Head of Archive & Library at The Red House, . Archives, music, metadata; side orders of architecture, landscape history & electronic noise.
Reminded by OneDrive that this is the 11th anniversary of the day when the Wellcome Trust's window cleaners left the door onto a service balcony next to my desk unlocked, and I nipped out to take photos before they found out. You have to, don't you? (Don't let on to the Trust's HR...)
Today is the 101st birthday of cellist and Holocaust-survivor Anita Lasker-Wallfisch. Here, she's celebrated in a post from the Red House Instagram account: www.instagram.com/p/Da49ToMIyEz/
In Pershore Abbey today, a nice detail on a knight's tomb: carved stone buckles fastening together his breastplate and back-plate. (The church is a T-shape, having lost its nave at the Dissolution; IIRC when abbey churches were taken over by the parish it was often the nave that was kept.)
Reminded by OneDrive that on this day in 1997 I was on Scafell Pike; not a heatwave on the scale of this summer, but still a hot day, and the slog up Brown Tongue from Wasdale Head had us questioning our life choices.
The River Stour today, at the bridge in Bures linking Suffolk and Essex. If, like me, you read Philippa Pearce's "The Minnow on the Say" as a child, I suspect this is how you visualised the little River Say; certainly this is how I saw it.
Here's the July image from my 2026 @geograph-gbi.bsky.social calendar: Evening view north-west from Sharpenhoe Clappers. (The chalk downland that extends north and east from the Chilterns through Beds and Herts doesn't get much kudos, but it's well worth a visit.) www.geograph.org.uk/photo/7816071
110 years since 1st July marked the beginning of the Battle of the Somme. This is one of the many, many @cwgc.bsky.social cemeteries dotted about that landscape; Blighty Valley, where my wife's great-uncle, killed on that first day, is buried.
Thomas Cook it was! I came across a couple of my early 90s timetables a while back (not sure where the ones I used in the 80s are), and it was Proustian stuff: channel crossings by boat-train and ferry still, and in the year between these two being published Yugoslavia has started to disintegrate.
Oh yes, perfect! And the crashed bomber on the slip-case links neatly to the story that's always in my head when I walk about these landscapes, My Dream of Flying to Wake Island.
As time passes and buildings' construction recedes into the past, stylistic commonalities emerge more clearly, and that first generation of Magnox nuclear reactors becomes ever more obviously 1950s. Here's Sizewell A, taken in March 2020 on one of our last walks before lockdown.
Reminded by OneDrive that on this day in 2017 I first saw the Red House, when I interviewed for my current job. Action-packed day: up at dawn in South London, drive to Aldeburgh, interview, drive down and round the M25 to Gatwick, stick car in long-stay, fly to Venice for the #LODLAM conference...
Plus, of course, the way that the M23 starts at junction 7, with a whole ghost motorway through south London implied by the number (and the bridge over the A23 there which has never carried traffic and presumably never will).
A recent arrival in the archive, from the Red House Facebook page: one of our invaluable volunteers' experiences at the Aldebutgh Festival 50 years ago.
Public service announcement for anyone suffering in the heat further south, or indeed just inland: Aldeburgh is relatively clement today and at the Red House and its archive we have trees, and a breeze. If you're within reach, drop in! (And commiserations, of course, to anyone stuck in the heat...)
Yesterday's Festival activities involved leading a group on a walk from Aldeburgh to Thorpeness and back, retracing Britten's "composing walks". No pictures of my own to share - I was too busy making sure people didn't get lost! - but here are some from the Britten Pears Arts Instagram feed.
I'm glad of that: I heard rumours a while back it might close, which saddened me. Passing it was always a bit of a joy, in my SE19 years (and my text-message history with Mrs H is full of stuff like "nearly home, just changing trains at the Sailor").
Delighted to see that the current issue of Backtrack includes one of my favourite South London facts: that Norwood Junction used to be called Jolly Sailor.
Some would say we have enough books already, but on the other hand when there's the chance to take a day's TOIL in Cambridge ferretting about in The Haunted Bookshop www.sarahkeybooks.co.uk, finishing by gloating over the spoils in Michaelhouse café, it has to be done.
...also a couple of statues of James Joyce himself: the one that stands on North Earl Street in Dublin, gazing up at where Nelson's Column used to stand, and the one that marks his grave in Fluntern Cemetery, Zürich. 2/2
For #Bloomsday, here's the Martello Tower at Sandycove where "Ulysses" begins, and a view out over "The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea." Across the bay, Howth Castle and Environs, which takes us into the whole other story that is "Finnegans Wake".... 1/2
Out yesterday in a gap between Festival duties and a visit to another Suffolk church with unexpected riches. This is Hessett, whose medieval wall paintings include a very rare (and faint) Christ of the Trades, Christ surrounded by all the tools you mustn't use on the Sabbath; 7 deadly sins above.
Poet Edward Fitzgerald died on this day in 1883; his translation/reworking of "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" is one of those works that you know better than you think, reading like a great string of quotes. Here's his grave in the churchyard at Boulge, *outside* the family mausoleum as he wished.
The view from the invigilator's desk, ready for day 2 of the Aldeburgh Festival archive exhibition. The International Space Station has just passed over, by chance, so we can tell that the Festival isn't *quite* big enough to be seen from space, but there's a lot going on and we're up and running.
RIP David Hockney: from the Red House Instagram account, www.instagram.com/p/DZfBM65lih1/. Hockney visited in 1980 to sketch Peter Pears for the latter's 70th birthday: the artwork can be seen in an article on our website at www.brittenpearsarts.org/news/70th-bi....
The 77th Aldeburgh Festival is up and running: for the next 17 days the Red House and its Archive will be open seven days a week, the Archive featuring an exhibition "Endings and Beginnings" on Britten's last years and how, after his death in 1976, things kept evolving and led to today's BPA.
Fun way to spend a few minutes: www.theodramatist.com/early-modern.... I came out as a Quaker, which tallies: back in the 1990s when I catalogued the Hodgkin family papers I spent so long among 19th century Quakers I still sometimes have to remind myself that I'm not one of them.
A recent book, recommended: "London Bridge and its houses: c.1209-1761", Dorian Gerhold. The Corporation of London records allow a surprising amount of reconstruction of the size of houses, who lived there and the trades they followed. Always been fascinated by this little town above the water. 1/2
One of those bits of iconography that help read the landscape, on St Clement Colegate in Norwich a few days ago. St Clement, an early pope, was martyred by being thrown into the sea tied to an anchor (as related by @pontifactspod.bsky.social): here on the clock are a papal crown and two anchors.
Painted Lady butterflies around in number in the Red House garden this morning; they're definitely having one of their big years.
Here's the June image from my 2026 @geograph-gbi.bsky.social calendar: Walking Men Sculpture, Lowestoft South Beach. www.geograph.org.uk/photo/7811647