London Stone and the Arethusa monument at Lower Upnor

The London Stones at Lower Upnor are supposed to show the limit of fishing for London’s fishermen – and the old one includes a date in the 13th century.

It’s a remarkable thing to just bump into in a street when you’re looking for somewhere to have lunch…

We’d been to visit the Wilsonian dinghy club on the banks of the Medway, as we’re considering our options following Bewl Valley Sailing Club’s decision to hand itself over to the administrators after years of high rents and withering membership numbers due to the high fees…

The future of sailing at Bewl is none too clear as yet, but the owners of the lease are clear that there will be sailing there in the fugre. As we have been unclear what we members should do with our boats in the meantime, who we should pay our subs to, and what might future membership pricing levels might be, it seemed sensible to look around… So this morning we visited the Wilsonian on the Medway near Upnor, and friendly, helpful folks they turned out to be – if you can actually find their club!

[PS – I have tonight been advised that further information about sailing at Bewl Water will be published on the Bewl Water country Park website very soon, and that the lease owners are developing plans for the future right now.]

Nearby the London Stones, we found the Arethusa monument, and the old Arethusa’s impressive figurehead.

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The Broads, 1920

BFI Broads 1920

 

Fabulous… This is whatThe Broads were like before the plastic motorboats arrived… Actually, before even the elegant wooden  motor cruisers wsere common.

Vinegar valentines: the sailor

Vinegar Valentine sailor

 

Published by A. PARK, 47 Leonard Street, London

Avast My lad – You’re taken all aback,
You swagger as if Groggy, Master Jack,
Like the colossus which at Rhodes is seen,
Your legs a ship of war, might sail between;
Steady old Tar – don’t book me in your log,
You sprice the Main Brace – twig your bowl of Grog,
Mind at the Navy, I am not a railer,
For dearly do I love a British Sailor;
But wed with one, I even will refuse,
Who his own Pigtail for Amusement Chews.

Don’t go chewing your pigtail boys, or the girls won’t have you!

I particularly like the detail of the drawing – note the sailing vessel picked out in a bare few lines but somehow very alive between the sailor’s knees, the starfish and the boat drawn up on the beach…

This comes from a fine set of Victorian-era ‘Vinegar Valentines’ complaining about the characteristics and shortcomings of various categories of (generally bibulous) men. See the rest about cobblers, carpenters tailors, snuff-taking women, two-faced individuals and a host of others at the wonderful Spitalfields Life website here and here.

My thanks to Malcolm Woods for spotting this one.