HUNGERFORD ARCADE VINYL RECORD VALUATION DAY CANCELLED

DUE TO UNFORESEEN CIRCUMSTANCES, ADAM HAS HAD TO POSTPONE THIS VALUATION DAY UNTIL JULY
Please accept our apologies
Rita
 
 
 
HUNGERFORD ARCADE
VINYL RECORD VALUATION DAY
SATURDAY, 28TH June 2014
10.00 – 4.00

 

 

 

 

Hungerford Arcade stallholder, Adam Thompson (Unit 50) is holding a Vinyl Record Valuation day this Saturday at the Arcade.  Do come along with your record(s) and he will tell you their value.  Adam also buys records if you wish to sell them.

DUE TO UNFORESEEN CIRCUMSTANCES, ADAM HAS HAD TO POSTPONE THIS VALUATION DAY UNTIL JULY
Please accept our apologies
Rita




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HUNGERFORD ARCADE ARMED FORCES DAY

HUNGERFORD ARCADE

ANTIQUES & COLLECTABLES

Today, Monday, 23rd June is Armed Forces Day in the UK.


The managers, staff and stallholders here at
Hungerford Arcade, are very proud to give our full support to the service men
and women of our Armed Forces on this special day, in  recognition of their sacrifice and commitment to our country.

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HUNGERFORD ARCADE: COLLECTOR OF BICYCLES

Matthew Mansfield is a frequent visitor to Hungerford Arcade and is a very keen collector of bicycles.  In fact, he purchased and old bicycle from Arcade co-owner Adrian Gilmour, which you will see below.  I asked Matthew, if he would write an article for us which he kindly agreed to do and also gave us some wonderful photographs.  I hope you enjoy reading about these lovely old machines.
Rita
BICYCLES
My fascination with bicycles began in 1975 when my parents gave me a Raleigh Chopper for my 8th Birthday.  Freedom at last to travel with no constraints.  I remember that I used to ride along a track beside the seafront at Hamble and watched the QE2 as she left Southampton waters.  The beach was only a ten minute bike ride away, but an hour on foot.

Fast forward 36 years to 2011 when I visited my first Early Cycling Auction, the Michael Radford collection at Reading. My passion for cycling was reignited as I viewed the bikes and tricycles from the mid-Victorian time right up to the 1950’s – spanning a whole century.  At the time, I wanted to buy at least 10 bikes and trikes, but due to constraints on storage space, I settled on a pair of tricycles.  A 1920’s Abingdon King Dick and a 1950’s James Fothergill touring tricycle with cyclo three speed deurralier.

Since then, I have amassed almost 30 bikes and trikes including three butchers bikes, a Japanese racing bike, Hercules Balmoral, Elswick, the inevitale Raleigh “all steel”, an RAF base bicycle, BSA’s and Raleigh 20’s – the ubiquitous shopping bike.  The wonderful thing is, they are all usable and practical – in fact, an 80 year old three speed BSA is probably better to ride than most modern bikes.  It is more comfortable and easier to ride up hills than your average Mountain Bike or more expensive light weight road bike.  

In the two World Wars, bicycles were an important form of transport for all the armies around the world.  Even now, the Swiss Army use the “Swiss Army bike” as well as the Swiss Army knife.  They are also used by the Police, Paramedics (especially in built-up areas like London), Couriers and even Taxi firms – again, especially in London.

To sum up, the bicycle is the link between the horse and cart and the car.  It was here before the motorcycle and has provided cheap and reliable transport for the masses since its invention.  In its heyday, the bike was a feat of engineering and design, many being used as advertising gimmicks and fashion statements to this day.  Take the Pashley Guvnor – modern take on the 1930’s Path Racer.  A work of art in its own right, made by a British firm and a lovely bike to ride.  What more could you ask for?  All this and they keep you fit, are cheap (free) to run and can last forever!



Matthew Mansfield



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HUNGERFORD ARCADE WIRE WHEELS


Another one of our very interesting customers came into Hungerford Arcade and when he told us what he does for a living and where he works, I told him that I just had to Blog it.

“George the Wheel” (right) with a representative from
Morgan Motor Company (left) in the early 1980s
Dan Cooksley is the Workshop Manager for Motor Wheel Service International. Renowned worldwide, the company was founded at Becklow Road, Shepherds Bush, London in 1927. George Smith (aka George the Wheel) took ownership of the company in 1947 and it has remained a family owned business to this day.

This is a fascinating company.  They  can restore almost any wire wheel ever made.  They also build wheels for specialist cars. In 1998 the company moved its Headquarters to Langley, Slough and in 2012, MWS celebrated their 85th Anniversary.

If you follow the link below to their website, you will find it full of photographs, history, and the full range of what they do and what they can do.
Rita

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HUNGERFORD ARCADE LIVERPOOL CREAMWARE POTTERY

Our wonderful author, Stuart Miller-Osborne has written a brilliant article on Liverpool Creamware Pottery.  It is fascinating and I am sure you will enjoy it.
Rita

Liverpool
Creamware Pottery      



I am all for the short and merry life”  (Fitzgerald)
 


When
one thinks of Liverpool, one thinks of The Beatles, the two football
clubs and maybe of Cilla Black, but how many of us consider a
Liverpool pottery. But yes, there was one once located in the
unfashionable suburb of Toxteth next to the River Mersey. It has been
closed for over one hundred and seventy years but its impact is still
being felt.


Whilst
I had heard of Creamware, it was not until recently that I found out
about the short life of the Liverpool Pottery and when researching
the subject I found something of a Pandora’s Box of information
hidden just under the surface.
I
have only been to (or through) Toxteth twice in my life, both times
when returning from football matches. Like many areas it has suffered
over the years and would be the last place that you would connect
with a pottery. Yet, its location next to the river was by far the
most logical place for it to be. If you were looking for it now then
you would be hard pressed to find any trace of it as after its
closure in 1840, the area in time became what was known as the
Herculaneum Dock
 (it
even had its own station on the network of the famed Liverpool
Overhead Railway
)
before the dock in turn closed in 1972. I am told that the area is
now covered by a riverside development as well as being used for
the Liverpool
Garden Festival.




Creamware
itself was created in the 1750s in Staffordshire and proved popular
for domestic use and it was inexpensive against the Chinese export
pottery of the time. A name forever connected with creamware  

was that
of Josiah Wedgwood. But it was not Josiah who was involved in the
Liverpool Pottery but a Richard Abbey who in the early 1790s could be
found as an apprentice to an engraver named John Sadler at Toxteth
Park.

In
1793 he branched out and started the pottery with a friend from
Scotland named John Graham. Three years later they sold the business
to a concern named Worthington,
Humble and Holland
.
Little is known about this business although they did employ some
forty men from the Staffordshire potteries who they transported to
Liverpool by boat. The initial buildings that were purchased from
Richard were enlarged and considerably improved and the pottery was
named The
Herculaneum Pottery
 partly
because Josiah had called his works Etruria.
Both
these imaginative brandings are remembered to this day. 


Their
early productions were of printed earthenware, which, because of its
deeper shade could be differentiated from Josiah’s products. As I
have already noted the location of the pottery on the shores of the
Mersey was important as the business did a very good trade with
America. Many of the early designs were devoted to American themes.
English themes were also produced with landscapes being especially
popular.



As
advances were being made the company moved with these producing
Terracotta items as well statuettes and figures in relief and a
number of other products. The company expanded again in 1800 and was
enlarged even more in 1806. The reason for this may be, apart from
its home popularity, the American and Canadian markets relied on
Herculaneum a great deal for their fine wares. There is a very
readable book called simply, 
The
Herculaneum Pottery  (Liverpool’s Forgotten Glory)
 by
Peter Hyland, which covers the subject in far greater depth. 


It
came as a bit of a surprise to me that just over thirty years later
in 1833 the company was dissolved and sold for just £25,000 to a
certain Ambrose Lace who in turned leased the works to a Thomas Case
and James Mort. Their legacy was that they introduced the Liver
trademark (the crest of Liverpool) onto their products. The company
lingered on to around 1840 when it closed its doors forever. One of
the reasons for its closure after such a short period I suspect was
the rapid growth of the Staffordshire potteries. They could not
compete with their rivals.   


 It
was a brave attempt in the first instance and for a few short years
it was a shining light in Liverpool. If I am not mistaken, there would
have been other much smaller potteries dotted around the country but
like The
Herculaneum Pottery,
 these
would have been swallowed up by much bigger concerns. We all like the
idea of small independent businesses but what is true today, was just
as true then. 


Although
I do not collect Creamware one of the features that I do enjoy is the
actual freshness of the design and the lack of actual colour. There
is an example at the V&A of a Creamware plate dating from
c1780/90. On a first viewing the plate looks almost under designed
but on closer study the design is quite complex. Two peacocks and an
unidentified bird in flight are featured but the positioning of the
birds and use of the foreground detritus and the background trees
(not forgetting the bird in flight) together present an exquisite
scene. The bordering of the plate only adds to the effect.


Whilst
Herculaneum and other potteries did not exclusively work in
monochrome, (blue was often used especially when copying Chinese
patterns) the effect of what could be loosely termed black
on white
 was
quite memorable. Whilst researching this article, I have found many
examples of the Liverpool pottery. Some of the earlier ones are in
their way quite haunting. When showing scenes (of the areas around
Liverpool for instance) there is a vacancy, yet the views are full of
detail. Where buildings and the urban sprawl now exist, there were
fields and the area was as rural as the areas around Hungerford are
today. The medium was perfect for this representation. 
As
tastes changed in the nineteenth century, in my view, the designs
became very complicated and the simplicity of the earlier works was
lost. Many people like these baroque designs but whilst appreciative, they are not for me. It is almost looking back into your childhood
and thinking of Those
Blue Remembered Hills.


Scenes
of the rural life were not the only decorations applied to the works
from Herculaneum. The medium presented myriad opportunities. If there
was a grand civic event then this would have been recorded on the
commemorative pottery of the day. Obviously, anything royal would have
been celebrated. As Liverpool was the gateway to America and the last
city many emigrants saw before they left, it is likely that the
many ships may have been represented (although I have not seen
examples). The trade of the city would have been celebrated
also.  


Liverpool
was foremost an industrial city and with this came the rise of the
trade unions who, as they do today, tried to ensure that the average
working man was treated fairly and with the respect due to him. As
these unions grew then they too celebrated their achievements and
commissioned various items of pottery (jugs etc) to commemorate
themselves. 


One
thing that the people in Liverpool are renowned for is their sense of
humour and an example that I recently noted was the Old
Maids into New Maidens
 theme
that was frequently used. There are very likely to have been many
variations on this theme and explorations into the lands of
Hogarthian and Liverpool wit. Figures of fun such as jesters would
have been represented widely as well as, I would imagine, satires on
many famous Victorian figures.


Obviously
due to the relatively short lifespan of the Herculaneum
Pottery,
 the
pieces produced are highly collectable and sought after. I believe
that there are examples in a museum in Liverpool as these are prized
relics of the city’s past. The exportation of many works to the USA
and Canada also means there is a market overseas and this in turn
will drive the prices higher. I have looked on the internet and there
is a whole raft of prices but some of the pieces on sale do look
quite worn. It is very much like most things, the better the
condition of the item (and taking into account its rarity) the more
one is likely to pay.


It
is not an item that you are likely to come across at a boot sale or jumble
sale (although never say never). You are more likely to see examples
in antique establishments. If you know what you are looking for then
you will know your purse. If I was to buy a piece of Liverpool
Creamware, then I think I would choose an early piece (pre1806). I
would not greatly care of its condition as I would like to connect
with its origins in Toxteth next to the River Mersey, before this area
was swallowed up by the city of Liverpool.   


The
Jolley Miller, Grinding Old Women Young
Behold
the crowd that prefs to fill,
Our
wondrous youth restoring mill,
To
have their faded charms renew’d,
And
tempt the fellows to be rude,
In
ev’ry feature may be found,

The
Dame’s impatience to be ground.

See
one renounce her favourite Gin,
To
plump her cheeks & form her chin,
With
eager haste a second burns,
A
third can hardly wait for tunrs,
Whom
fourscore years have rendered blind,
Can
grope the way to take a grind.

Whom
scarse her crutches can support,
Will
even pawn those crutches fort,
And
bedrid Age would give her Gold,
To
be no longer counted old,
The
vigorous youth attend below,
And
each receives his blooming Doe.

By
one effectual grind restor’d,
To
be a second time ador’d,
O
did this Mill in publick stand,
Twou’d
have the trade of all the land,
It
must eternally go roun’d,
For
each Old Woman would be ground.

Stuart Miller-Osborne

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HUNGERFORD ARCADE: HUNGERFORD BOOKSHOP EVENTS

Hungerford Arcade are very proud to let you know that the award winning Hungerford Bookshop are holding a series of events during June and the beginning of July 2014.  As you will see below, there are some very famous people coming along to talk about their new books.  Do come along and enjoy these wonderful events.
Rita
HUNGERFORD BOOKSHOP EVENTS

Tuesday June 17th:
Discover the family behind the myths with historian Leanda De Lisle as she talks about ‘The Disappeared: Richard III, Henry VII and the Mystery of the Princes in the Tower’ and her bestselling book Tudor: The Family Story.
7:30pm The Three Swans Hotel. Tickets £7 from The Hungerford Bookshop (includes a glass of wine). Call 01488 683480
Friday June 20th:
Avoid common errors in English with historian, journalist and self-proclaimed pedant, Simon Heffer, as he gives a lunchtime talk on his new book Simply English.
1:30pm. Tickets £7 from The Hungerford Bookshop (includes tea or coffee). Call01488 683480
Wednesday July 2nd:
During Independent Bookseller’s Week broadcaster and author, Jeremy Paxman will be talking about his latest book, Great Britain’s Great War – a moving and often surprising history that reveals the real British experience of the First World War
7:30pm in Hungerford Town Hall. Tickets £7 from The Hungerford Bookshop (includes a glass of wine). Call 01488 683480. Booking early is recommended.
For more details about all of these events please visitwww.hungerfordbooks.co.uk
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HUNGERFORD ARCADE: THE AFRICAN CONGO

Our great author, Stuart Miller-Osborne gets the idea for his articles from many different sources.  Here we have a story which came into being by a visit to Bath.  It is brilliant and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Rita

About a year ago I had occasion to visit an exhibition of works by Matthew Smith at the Victoria Art Gallery in Bath. After I had viewed the paintings I found myself at a loose end as I had arranged to meet my son much later that afternoon. As there was no rugger on, I decided to explore the city.

It was not long before I found myself at an outdoor antique fair which is held in a car park next to the River Avon on most Saturday’s. I had visited this fair many times before and had purchased the odd item but on the whole, I found it a little expensive. 

As I was leaving I noticed a battered trunk half hidden under some sacking. Just out of pure curiosity I lifted the sacking to see the labels attached. They were interesting but pretty run of the mill labels of Empire ranging from Southampton to Ceylon. Its initial owner, although well-travelled, remained anonymous.

What did catch my interest however was a fading destination marked in while chalk on the corner of the trunk.


Brazzaville 

To many people the city of Brazzaville would mean little (apart from the location of the rather odd Guinness advert currently being shown on television). 

But as person interested in African history it meant a lot to me as I had studied the almost forgotten Pierre Savorgnan de Brazza (1852-1905) and was very aware that the capital of the French Congo had been named after him. To this day it retains its name which is evidence of the esteem that this Italian born, French naturalised explorer is held in. 

But who was Pierre De Brazza? I did not discover him immediately when reading about the great African explorers. It was when reading about the much maligned Henry Morton Stanley that I discovered that he had met this rather eccentric Italian. 

What attracted me to Pierre was the account of his manner, totally unique in the explorers of his day. He is recorded as having a charming personality and although European, was able to blend in with ease with the Africans he encountered and was known to walk through the jungle barefoot as his hosts would have done.
  
Pierre first visited Africa in 1872 when involved in an anti-slavery mission off Gabon. He later visited this country on a different ship and explored a couple of rivers, He proposed further exploration of the Ogooue river and this was funded by some of his friends in high places (he was of noble birth) as well as from his own pocket.

But this is where he differed. A number of explorers were funded by their countries with the aim of securing the lands they discovered. One must remember that the colonial mindset was at its height and most European countries were trying to spread their influence over Africa.

It has been well documented what happened in the Belgium Congo and how unwittingly Henry Morton Stanley became involved in King Leopold’s schemes. As I have noted before, this poor Welshman (who I believe to be the great African explorer) has been tainted by this blood ever since.

Stanley was a pragmatist and realised that if you were being attacked during your travels then it was essential to shoot back. Because of this his trains were heavily armed and again, some isolated incidents helped to blacken his name and this is part of the reason he is not buried in Westminster Abbey.

Pierre on the other hand went inland without arms (possibly not the best of ideas), only taking with him various textiles for barter and being accompanied by a couple of other Frenchman as well as some Senegalese laptots and a few interpreters. Using his considerable charm his mission was a success. 

Spurred on by this, a second one was soon proposed. This took place from 1879 to 1882 and really was a benign attempt to spread French influence in the areas explored. The idea was to ensure that as many kingdoms as possible were placed under the French flag without straying across other European borders. One must remember that although far from perfect the French aims were not as hostile as some other European influences in the area.

No European country (even our own) found their hands unstained by some blood during the Scramble for Africa which took place between 1881 and 1914 and that history can still be felt to this day with the various conflicts in Africa. The Europeans took no notice of historical tribal borders and substituted their own causing many unresolved problems which still haunt us. 

This said, I remember a priest who visited my school noting that whilst the annexation of many African countries did a great deal of harm, he remembered being in the Belgium Congo in the 1950s prior to independence and noted that our neighbours had, after the bloody beginnings, laid a firm infrastructure in place in the country with many schools, hospitals and a railway network. “Out of the salt will come sweetness, but always be aware of the sour taste as it is never far away”, he said in as many words to a class of interested boys, including myself. His words were prophetic as one only has to look at the country now and see that many of the problems have returned with a vengeance. 

Pierre reached the River Congo in 1880 and not long after met Stanley and whilst they did not become firm friends, they respected each other although I am led to believe, that Stanley was rather surprised that Pierre and his peaceful methods had succeeded so well. 

This rather eccentric Italian had done well and on the 30th November 1882 the areas he had influenced and some others became the French Congo. In geographical terms the area was huge and was composed of the present day Republic of Congo as well as Gabon and the Central African Republic (which sadly has been in the news recently for the wrong reasons. (It is interesting that the French Military have become involved in the conflict as well).

Pierre De Brazza was named governor of the French Congo in 1883 and really his influence for the good meant unusually this was something of a success story for the inhabitants of the areas governed. Yes the French exploited the area as all the European powers were doing but to some extent, they were giving something back which was in direct contrast to what was happening across the river in the Belgium Congo where atrocities were common place and accepted.

Although fiction, Conrad’s Heart of Darkness (1899) gives the reader a feel of what was happening in this part of Africa, Mr Kurtz and all.

But this was not to last and in 1897 Pierre was dismissed from his post due to poor profits but it was also thought that the inhabitants were treated too well.
As far as I can see, he returned to Europe in retirement a disappointed man. Yet there was a sting in the tail.

In 1905 there were reports reaching Paris that the new governor an Emile Gentil was turning a blind eye to injustices and brutality in the colony. Pierre was sent to investigate the situation and his report condemned what was happening. His good work had been undone. But when the report was given to the National Assembly it was sadly suppressed. 

But the journey and the investigation had also taken the toll on the ailing Pierre and on the return journey in Dakar, he died of fever (although there is a strong rumour, never disproved, that he had been poisoned because of his findings). 

Rather cynically he was given a state funeral and interred in the cemetery of Pere Lachaise. His widow disgusted at the politician’s behaviour had his body exhumed and reinterred in Algiers. His epitaph read “une memorie pure de sang humain” I will not translate this as I think it reads better in Pierre’s adopted language.

This however was not the last of Pierre’s post death travels for on the 30th September 2006, his remains were exhumed once again (along with those of his wife and children) and returned to Brazzaville to be placed at rest in a new marble mausoleum. This caused controversy due to the cost (in the region of five million pounds) and that the Congolese who fought for independence were ignored. 

Pierre would not have liked this as he was simple man with charm to spare, who cared greatly for the African people. He helped to stop slavery and was an ardent humanist.

Whilst it is always nice to see a hero celebrated, this was done with the wrong motives in mind. A stunning mausoleum is not the way to remember this man. He would have wanted the finance put to better uses in this poor country. Improvement comes through education not monuments. Improvement comes through a better infrastructure. Improvement originates in people’s minds. I think he may have thought this way.

But what of the scruffy trunk? Well I did not purchase it as I would have done myself an injury carrying it around Bath and I would have most probably accepted some inquisitive glances.

I did not even photograph it as I had let my mobile run out of charge (as normal). I just recorded it in my memory.

To have studied the African explorers was always a pleasure but to have met this lyrical Italian with his musical voice was special. He may not have covered the miles of Stanley and Burton or lived in the memory as Livingstone and Park but he was the most unusual of African explorers and to an extent this is the reason that outside of France he is somewhat forgotten.

Strangely enough one can, if they look hard, still find memorabilia connected with De Brazza. He was an extremely handsome man and to finance some of his expeditions had photographs taken by Nadar, amongst others. He was celebrated on postcards and stamps and even had a ship named after him, the Savorgnan De Brazza. His letters are collected in books and there are many other artefacts to be found.


I have not yet found any of these items in Hungerford yet but I will keep on looking. As I left that small antique market in Bath it started to rain. I had covered the trunk in its sacking again so that the small chalk destination would remain on its decaying surface at least for a few more years.    
           
 Stuart Miller-Osborne
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HUNGERFORD ARCADE: D DAY 6TH JUNE 1944

Winston Churchill

The owners, managers, staff and all the stallholders at Hungerford Arcade join in the celebrations of the D Day Landings which took place 70 years ago on 6th June 1944.  We honour the brave soldiers, sailors and airmen of Great Britain, the Commonwealth and our Allies.  Because of them and those who never returned home, we can enjoy the freedom we have today.
Rita

Lest we forget
British and Commonwealth Graves
Bayeux war Cemetary



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HUNGERFORD ARCADE FOX CUB

We had a very special couple visit us at Hungerford Arcade recently, Natasha Daguiar and her partner, Steve who  had a marvellous story to tell us about a four week old baby fox which, when found, was very near to death.  I am sure when you read their story and look at the photographs, you too, will agree they are special.
Rita


Fox Cub, Jade



On April the 9th we received a phone call from a local veterinary nurse to say a very young fox cub was being brought in and could we hand rear and look after it. My partner Steve has always looked after injured wildlife and together, we have also hand reared several young animals from wild birds and squirrels to pet rabbit/kits with great success. 


Of course, we said yes. We were told this tiny fox cub was found in a field by a lady walking her dog. The lady had noticed it the day before but left it in case Mum fox was nearby. On visiting the same site approx 16 hours

later, the lady found the tiny cub was still in the same spot.  This is when the fox cub was brought into the vets.


I instantly done as much research online as I possibly could. We knew this cub would be weak and in dire need of help. My partner, Steve set off to pick up the young cub and some electrolytes from the vets and I headed out to purchase some Goats milk. When Steve got the cub home we were both shocked by the terrible state this young animal was in. She was lifeless, clinging on to minimal signs of life. She could not lift her head and could barely move her tongue. We began syringe feeding her the goats milk mixed with probiotics and electrolytes.  It was painstaking and we felt given our previous experiences of wild animals, this little cub had an extremely small chance of surviving. We wouldn’t give up as long as she was hanging on in there. After a few messy feeds at very frequent intervals, we started to see this little cub show some very positive signs of life. Her licking was getting stronger, her little head lifted and we were amazed and delighted with her progress. Although we still couldn’t say she was out of the woods. We got the cub home at approx 7pm and by about 12am she was starting to walk, although very wobbly. We kept up the frequent goat milk feeds every half hour to an hour all through the night. This cub also had one fit/seizure during the night. We had not experienced this before in any animal and were shocked at the severity. I did some more research online regarding fits and we thought it best to take her to the vets for medication and a course of antibiotics in case she had toxoplasmosis. She had further fits approx 4 in 24 hours. At the vets all appeared good, this little cub was walking well, much stronger but we had to stop these fits. She also had cloudy eyes and when the vet tried to look she could not get a good view as the fox kept the inside lids down. We were aware she bumped into things in a clumsy manner, the vet said even very young puppies can appear blind because of their clumsiness. We hoped for the best.

  Whilst doing lots of research online, I had stumbled across the importance of taurine. I was totally unaware that foxes and cats alike cannot regulate their own taurine as dogs and humans can. We knew taurine was found in the fox’s natural food and so we purchased some taurine supplements. I forgot to mention by the second day of having this little cub which we decided to name Jade, she was willingly eating soft dog food mixed with goats milk, electrolytes, probiotics and taurine. This was fantastic as we could get a lot more food inside her than with the syringe feeding.

The medication Jade had been given to stop the seizures worked very well and she never had another seizure. I had read that low taurine levels can cause seizures and eye problems I wondered if this could have been the problem with Jade. Jade was given phenobarbital which I also looked up online, I was horrified by the side effects but was torn with the fact it had halted the seizures. It is very sedative and can hinder learning, which I felt was very important to a growing cub. After 2 weeks, no seizures and an extremely strong gut feeling, we went against our vets advice and weaned Jade of the phenobarbital. That was 5 weeks ago and there have been no seizures since, thankfully, although we are aware seizures can be 6 months apart or even a year. We hold out hope that these seizures do not return, although we keep a watchful eye for any signs.
Jade is growing at a very rapid rate, we cannot believe this is the same little cub that came to us just over 7 weeks ago. We estimate that she was approx 4 weeks old when she arrived with us. So we believe she is now 11 weeks old. We have an indoor enclosure for Jade as well as her larger outdoor enclosure, she has also been on small walks with our 2 dogs. We are going at Jade’s pace and we will let her teach us what she wants and needs as she grows. Jade also enjoys rough play with our elderly Staffordshire Bull Terrier who thinks she’s still a puppy! We tell Solo the staffie to leave Jade and then Jade will pounce on her and terrorise her, they are funny together. We have excluded our male Staffordshire bull terrier Buzz from this close contact play as we know Jade will terrorise him too and we don’t know how he will react without the maternal instincts our female Solo has. Jade has contact with Buzz from inside her enclosures and whilst out walking where she is restrained from pouncing all over Buzz. He is a very good natured dog but we don’t want to rush his and Jade’s relationship as she will mellow out when a little older and then he won’t be over powered by her tormenting sharp teeth.
Natasha Daguiar

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HUNGERFORD ARCADE GREYFRIARS BOBBY

Our dear author, Stuart Miller-Osborne and his wife Caron have been celebrating the birth of their second granddaughter, Lily Iris Rose.  She was born on 17th May in Paulton near Bath.  The managers, staff and stallholders at Hungerford Arcade send our congratulations to Stuart, Caron and their family.


Here is a wonderful story written by Stuart after a recent visit to Edinburgh.  It is a beautiful story which tugs at the heart strings.
Rita  

GREYFRIARS BOBBY
As far as I can see, Greyfriars Bobby has no connection to Hungerford, although I would imagine that a number of residents have visited his small statue when in Edinburgh. But who was Greyfriars Bobby?
 
If I asked the average child in the town about the story of Greyfriars Bobby then it is likely that they would not know of the small dog. Today its all apps and electronic games as well as graphic novels. Most children are totally unaware of the book written by Eleanor Stackhouse Atkinson (1863-1942) about the little Skye Terrier.
 
If you can remember England winning the World Cup in 1966 then it is likely that you would have read Greyfriars Bobby or at least have received it as a Christmas or birthday present. I was given a copy aged five and I can remember it being read to me, although my mother experienced serious difficulties with the dialect. 
 
The story in short is that of a Skye Terrier named Bobby who spent the next fourteen years after his owner’s death guarding his masters grave until the dog himself died on the 14th January 1872.
 

Bobby, I am told was buried not far from his master near the gate in Greyfriars Kirkyard which is the graveyard of Greyfriars Kirk (a very interesting church to say the least).
 
When I was in Edinburgh recently I found the small statue of Greyfriars Bobby (a Category A listed building believe it or not) which sits on the corner of Candlemaker Row and the George IV  Bridge. I will not give you directions as you will most likely end up in Dundee. Most local people will know where the statue is but if you head in the general direction of the Museum of Scotland you will find it.
 
The statue itself was unveiled in 1873 and was originally designed as a drinking fountain. The waters were available until 1975 when a bacterial scare closed the facility (The dreaded Health & Safety were with us even then). If my memory serves me, I believe that the waters in Bath were inhibited at around the same time for the same reason. 
 
Sadly the statue had suffered mild vandalism and was hit by a car in 1984 which left it in a very poor state. Happily, a very sympathetic restoration took place and the statue and its base are as good as new. Although the dog did have a very shiny nose when I visited it.
Bobby
Whether the story is true or not is immaterial. The more cynical have pointed out that stray dogs hung around graveyards (no bone jokes please) where they were often fed by the concerned. This is as true as with the cats and dogs that hung around bomb sites after the war. Animals are logical, if there is a reliable food source then they are not going to stray far. 
 
But that takes away the romance of the story. That John Gray a night watchman with the Edinburgh City Police owned Bobby and that they both were great pals and when John died in 1858, Bobby spent the rest of his life guarding his masters grave. 
 

Even before the book by Eleanor Stackhouse Atkinson the story would have travelled through an oral tradition. The British love sentimental animal stories and her book just cemented the legend of the dog.
 
Eleanor Stackhouse Atkinson
Strangely Eleanor was an American from Indiana who never visited Edinburgh. Some of her geography in the book is a little out but Eleanor certainly had an ear for dialect, although by no means am I an expert. 
 
Wally Cox – 1962
Aside, an interesting fact about this now forgotten author was that her grandson was the actor Wally Cox (1924-1973) who I remember from The Adventures of Hiram Holliday (1956-1957) an American sitcom which I rather liked as a child. He was a great friend of Marlon Brando (1924-2004) and I have read that his ashes were mixed with those of Brando and another close friend prior to disposal. 
 
But what of Greyfriars Bobby and Hungerford? Well if you look hard you might find a copy of Eleanor’s book, although to date I have not seen a copy in the Arcade. It is likely that various Victorian trinkets and souvenirs were produced although I have yet to see any. I did find a contemporary postcard of Bobby in a copy of The Horse Whisperer by Nicholas Evans a year or so ago but that does not really count.
 
When I do locate a copy of Eleanor’s book then I will purchase it and when they are of age, will read it to both Ada and Lily (my granddaughters) with the hope that the magic of the tale will rub off on them. 
 
If you are in Edinburgh and have the time, then do visit Bobby (there is an excellent pub opposite) and if you are hooked, visit his grave (I sadly did not). 
 
 

The city does not sell the attraction heavily which is refreshing but I did see modern copies of the 1912 book and DVDs of the two prominent films that were made, Greyfriars Bobby (1961) starring Gordon Jackson and the later one, The Adventures of Greyfriars Bobby (2006) starring Gina McKee, for sale around the city.

 
 
 
But for the moment I will wait for an early copy of Greyfriars Bobby to show up, hopefully in Hungerford and after practising my dialect I will read the story to my granddaughters, one of whom visited Bobby’s statue with me a few weeks ago when we occasioned a visit to his home city.
 
Greyfriars  Bobby Headstone

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