August 2012


Olympic TorchFor me the last few weeks have been busy but at the same time sad following the deaths of both a sister-in-law and a good friend who was best man at my wedding. I wanted to be at both funerals but by unfortunate coincidence, I was faced with a dilemma as both were on the same day and time in different parts of the country and each a lengthy journey. In the end I decided family must come first. Even though I am certain I made the right choice it still leaves one with a feeling of remorse. I am certain that feeling would have still been present whatever decision I made.

Apart from a brief spell of sunshine the almost daily rain showers have paid havoc with the garden. The constant warmth and moisture have provided ideal growing conditions for grass and with three and a bit large lawns, keeping them trim is proving to be something of a military planning operation. With one eye on the weather and constant testing the grass for wetness hoping for the lawns to be dry enough to cut before the next shower arrives. I suspect most gardeners are facing similar problems at the moment. It is hard to believe that only a few short months ago, dire predictions of drought were being talked about.

The Olympics are still in full swing as I write and much of the country is in a form of self-imposed purdah as we follow the countries and athlete’s fortunes. I must say I have been very impressed with Team GB not because I am English but because they have trained and excelled so well. They thoroughly deserve the honours they are winning. I have no doubt the next time I phone my Australian brother-in-law, there is likely to be some friendly banter about our respective countries position in the Olympic medal table.

I certainly found the opening event of the Olympics enjoyable. A great deal of wisdom was exercised in not trying to copy Beijing. With chimney stacks erupting out of the ground I found myself at the time wondering how on earth they did that. I found Kenneth Branagh instantly recognisable as Isambard Kingdom Brunel but I understand other countries not so steeped in the UK’s history initially faced some difficulty understanding who he was. I did have a good chuckle the next day when I read some US T.V. stations initially thought he was Abraham Lincoln.

The past month has also been the season for weekend barbeques enjoyed in the company of friends. Not a week seems to pass where the smell of meat being barbequed is wafting across our or friends gardens. I am pleased to say this delightful process is likely to continue through August.

What price our heritage? What price our history?


The Spotted Dog Inn

The world would shake with incredulous disbelief if it were ever suggested that possibly the Pyramids, the Taj Mahal, Stonehenge or the ancient ruins of the City of Pompeii being partially demolished to make way for residential accommodation or possibly social housing with substantial enabling development around the curtilage of these sites. However, although on a much smaller scale to these august historical monuments, this is the likely proposal to be considered by the London Borough of Newham for an ancient 15th century coaching inn known as The Spotted Dog.

The Spotted Dog Inn was in continuous use from the 15th century until the turn of the new millennium. Legend has it that King Henry VIII used the inn for kennelling his hunting dogs. For most of the 19th century the Spotted Dog continued its life as a popular public house which I remember well, until an eventual sympathetic transformation blended with the property to create a well-known and loved steak restaurant and public house. In 2004 the property was put up for auction and purchased by joint owners who commenced building works, some of it apparently unauthorised. Unfortunately all work was abandoned following a dispute between the joint owners and the Spotted Dog has stood empty and neglected ever since with the building falling into administration.

With the ongoing neglect of this Grade II listed, (and in theory), protected building, the premises rapidly fell into a state of disrepair. Various pressure groups have tried unsuccessfully to get the local council to cut through the legalistic red tape to bring the building back into use and even Prince Charles has shown an interest in the fate of the building. The local authority has already tried a number of legal moves to revitalise and preserve the building and are now considering various options including buying the property with a Compulsory Purchase Order. A valuation exercise would be a requirement of any CPO option. Purchase and restoration of the building is likely to result in a financial deficit to the council and this could lead to the temptation of using the land in alternative ways other than a public house and restaurant or other cultural usage.

Despite being the location for the 2012 Olympics site, Newham is one the UK’s most deprived areas. Although the Olympics are likely to bring a degree of regeneration to the area, there are so many more ingredients other than enhanced sporting facilities required in the cauldron of regeneration to make an area both a pleasant and desirable location to live. Diversification of both public and private resources throughout an area frequently helps this essential feel good factor to a local environment. Although social housing is essential, an over preponderance of such property in a given locality can also have a negative influence to the desirability and vibrancy of an area.

Local campaign groups believe that with council assistance, it will be possible to attract sufficient public subscriptions to turn the Spotted Dog Inn into a much-needed heritage centre. The building is certainly one of the oldest historical buildings in London and is the oldest secular building in the London Borough of Newham. It does seem to me such a proposal fits perfectly into the desirability aspects of local regeneration and is far from wishful thinking.

When studying history be it social, cultural, political or economic, it always seems strange to me that few modern-day participants in current affairs ever view how they themselves or their actions will be perceived by future historians. I have little doubt that if the redevelopment proposals for the Spotted Dog are progressed, those future historians will view the effective and unnecessary loss of such an important historical site very negatively indeed. It would be a negatively charged historical cloud I would certainly not wish to have hovering over my head for the remainder of posterity.

As they say, “Once it is gone, it is gone”, … and its gone forever.

There are several online petitions to save the Spotted Dog from redevelopment. If you feel such an important historical site should be preserved for future generations, these petitions can be found at;

http://epetitions.direct.gov.uk/petitions/37179

http://stsd1.epetitions.net/

http://www.petitiononline.co.uk/petition/save-the-spotted-dog-inn/3225

https://sites.google.com/site/savetheoldespotteddoginn/home

The photographs below show the increasing deterioration to the Spotted Dog Inn. It is hard to believe this is a protected building and how it has been allowed to reach such a deplorable condition in just a few years. After more than 500 years of proud life, it is tragic the building should be left to suffer such an ignominious fate.

Spotted Dog Inn

Spotted Dog Inn deterioration

April 2011


April heralded the arrival of a much welcome Spring, however it also feels like Summer prematurely is here as well with temperatures reaching the 70’s F (22 C) The old saying goes, cast not a clout until May is out, which is generally interpreted to mean do not wear less clothing until the beginning of June. This old adage appears to have little meaning this year. There is also some debate as to whether this refers to the month of May or the flower of the Hawthorne which is also known as May. If it is the latter, then the flower has already been and gone. One thing is for certain, the unseasonable heat wave as brought everything into bloom at once. Leaves on all trees came out overnight leaving the countryside a dazzling lush bright green.

Yesterday we took one of our occasional trips to Dorchester in Dorset which has an ancient weekly market that we quite like. There is something quite soothing about mooching around the stalls or the flea market section. This was followed by a short journey south to Weymouth where we purchased some fresh crabs and oysters from a quayside fish shop. The new road to Weymouth is now open but alas the old road which contained a steep but scenic hairpin bend has now been torn up. The long beach at Weymouth was heavily packed with early holiday makers all enjoying themselves but as usual, parking remains extremely difficult. We are normally lucky in finding a free short parking spot on the quayside.

At the moment the town of Weymouth appears to be a sea of road works as preparations for the sailing events of the 2012 Olympics are well underway. I could still see no evidence of additional parking and I cannot help but wonder if the thousands of extra visitors coinciding with the additional Summer holiday makers are going to create one huge parking problem. I hope not but I have my doubts. It will certainly be too late to do anything about it once the Olympics have started.

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