Meet Vladimir

Sewn from a furry sock, stuffed with old stockings, wings made from a single feather, pointy cardboard beak stitched on, Vladimir was the centre-piece and star of my Halloween costume.  He's now in retirement and has come home to live with me.

I was going to post about my whole costume this evening but circumstances have got in the way, unfortunately.  I will return just as soon as I have the time but for now, happy Halloween, my lovely readers!

Back to Greenwich Mean Time

This is one of my most favourite days of the year.  The day the clocks go back, when we leave British Summer Time and return to Greenwich Mean.

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I know lots of people hate losing that hour of light at the end of the day but I love it.  I think it's entirely Romantic (with a capital "R", that is, in the vein of the Romantic movement).  I love being out as the sky darkens early, whilst shops and cafes and museums remain open, with warm, glowing light pouring through their windows, and people still hustling and bustling about.  

Mackay Hugh Baillie Scott clock, 1900-1905 (Source: V&A)

I love the weather - brisk and cold, perhaps with some weak sun, perhaps with a bit of drizzle, but always encouraging you to pull your coat around you and breathe in the cold air.  It's invigorating and exciting.  Winter is on its way and we're in for short days and long, cosy nights.  I do love the deepness of the darkest winter months that are rapidly drawing nearer.

David Bouquet clock, c.1650 (Source: V&A)

It bothers me immensely that the government are talking about having British Summer Time hours in winter and "double summer" in the middle of the year.  For one thing, it doesn't mean we'll have any more light, it just means that the mornings will stay darker even later, making it especially hard to get out of bed.  I don't mind the sun setting early but dark mornings are a challenge!

Clock of unknown maker, Staffordshire, c.1760-1780 (Source: V&A)

Secondly, I think it's an absolute travesty that we will never be on Greenwich Mean Time!  As an historian, that really bothers me.  It has its roots in our proud maritime history, with ships being able to calculate their longitude using GMT, therefore being vital to navigation.  Its history also embraces another era of great significance - the Industrial Age - when the railways were laid out across Britain.  This was when the whole nation adopted GMT as it allowed more sense to be made of railway timetables.  Prior to this, each area had its own local time.

Lewis Foreman Day clock, c.1880 (Source: V&A)

The changing of the clocks isn't that old a practice, only having been introduced in 1916 during the First World War, partly as a measure to save on coal.  The thought was that if the evenings were lighter for longer, less fuel would be needed for lighting.  It's stuck ever since then but, as part of this current, silly debate about GMT, British Summer Time, and Double Summer Time some people are mooting for the tradition to be abolished, so that we are permanently on Summer Time - in line with the rest of Europe.

B.E. Co Clock, 1935 (Source: V&A)

Anyway, enough of that silliness.  I, for one, hope that it stays the same so that we don't lose the small delight of the changing clocks each autumn and spring.  But for the moment, I'll just enjoy the rest of my long evening on this, the first back in GMT.  Think it's time for a glass of wine and a bit of classic horror in honour of Halloween tomorrow.  If only I had some chestnuts on hand to roast and tuck into as I watched...

Happy Sunday, everyone!

Halloween is Hovering on the Horizon...

Whilst searching for a night to go to this Halloween weekend, I had the strange experience of stumbling across a picture of myself from two years ago on Flickr...

Hiding in the shadows, silently casting black magic... or so it appears (Source: David Webb UK)

Has this ever happened to you?  It's slightly disconcerting...  But, I have to say, at least it's a cool picture.  Despite the fact I'm looking a tad moody, there skulking in the background whilst the other girls in the picture are grinning, I was actually having a great evening.  It was a B-Grade horror-themed event at The Fox in Shoreditch.  I stumbled across the picture as I searched to see if there was anything similar on there this year.  Alas, there doesn't appear to be (well, as far as I can make out without actually making the effort to enquire with them directly), so I've ended up looking elsewhere.

After much searching, my fellow fancy-dressing friend and I have come up with a short-list but have still yet to bite the bullet on one.  We have fabulous costumes coming together though which I hope turn out as amazingly as we're picturing them.  We're going to attempt to put together my original idea of The Birds - believe it or not, wish me luck on that one - and her costume is going to be in the same theme...  I'll leave it there for now but will be sure to share more when the moment comes!