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A tiny harbour used by local fishermen and pleasure boats near the village of Stackpole in the Pembrokeshire Coast National Park.
At Stackpole Estate.
Sorry i haven't been around as much. I have no pictures yet uploaded on my new computer which means i have to upolad them via my laptop still which ias a chore just to turn on to be honest because it's so slow.
Hope everyone had a great weekend.
Sculpture over the entrance of 155 Sansome by Ralph Stackpole. According to the Wikipedia article, which references the book Art Deco San Francisco: The Architecture of Timothy Pflueger by Therese Poletti and Tom Paiva, the Yosemite granite figures were direct-carved in situ on a scaffold over the entrance of the Stock Exchange Tower.
See en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ralph_Stackpole
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The building:
San Francisco Stock Exchange Tower, 155 Sansome Street, San Francisco, CA
Built circa 1929-31, Miller & Pflueger under the direction of Timothy L. Pflueger
Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!
On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.
As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.
Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.
From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.
Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.
Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.
We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.
Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.
Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!
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"Here Lyeth the body of Roger Lort Esquier, late Lorde of the mannor of Stackpoole. He lived religiously doing good unto many and paciently decesed 17 Maii 1613. Worne out with lingering sicknes, Here I lye, my Body rather, whence my soule did flye, as out of prison, to heavens joys. Make those sure, reder, All things else are toyes."
Roger Lort 1613 High Sheriff of Pembrokeshire and wife Albertha Burrows
He was the son of George Lord / Lort and Margery daughter of John Edo
His father bought the estate after coming c1567 as steward of the Stackpole estate under Margaret Vernon Stanley flic.kr/p/4oeizY who inherited it by the marriage of Sir Richard Vernon 1409 and heiress Joan Stackpole great grand daughter of Sir Richard Stackpole the last male heir www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/5oB84S
He m Albertha Burrows
Children
1. Haari m Audith
2. Henry 1589-1640 m Judith 1608 daughter of Henry White & Jane Fletcher +++ (parents of Sampson Lort who m2 Lettice www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/mfn96z daughter of Thomas ap Reese & Margaret Mercer of Tenby www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/074360 )
(grandparents of Sir John Lort 1672 www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/zqP15v )
3. George b1600
4. John 1591-1631
1. Elizabeth 1596-1668 m Griffith White 1664 widower of Anne Dawes, & son of Henry White & Jane Fletcher +++
Legend says son Henry and his sons built up their considerable fortune through smuggling (probably brandy) along the Pembrokeshire coast, of which they owned an extensive section. They also managed to satisfy the Parliamentarians of their loyalty during the Civil War while being afterward admitted to the good graces of the Royalists on the accession of Charles II.
Picture with thanks - copyright David Evans Pembrokeshire Coastal photography www.pemcoastphotos.com/_photo_12542156.html
The Pacific Coast Stock Exchange Building, at 301 Pine Street, was originally built in 1915 by J. Milton Dyer for the United States Treasury. It was remodeled in 1930 by Miller & Pflueger for the San Francisco Stock and Bond Exchange, at which point the massive cornerstone granite sculptures--Earth's Fulfillness and Man's Inventive Genius--by Ralph Stackpole were added to the entrance flanks. The building was sold to private developers and is today an Equinox Fitness Club.
Man's Inventive Genius, also known as Man and His Inventions or Inventive Genius of Man, was designed by sculptor Ralph Stackpole and stands on the west end of the building. The 21-foot granite pylon is carved with high-relief figure groups on three sides. On the front is a full-length male resting his left arm on a boys soldier with his right arm raised in a fit. On the right is a full-length male figure holding up a C-clamp and his other hand clenched in a fist. On the left is a full-length male figure in a tie and lab coat cradling a beaker. In front of him is a small figure of a man atop a lightning bolt, and another full length figure, shown in profile, looking into a microscope.
The Pacific Coast Stock was once America's largest stock exchange outside of New York. The San Francisco Stock and Board exchange was founded in 1882 and merged with the Los Angeles Oil Exchange in 1957, which was founded in 1889. In 1973, The Exchange was renamed as the Pacific Stock Exchange and it began trading options three years later in 1976. In 1999, it became the first US exchange to demutualize and the trading floors closed in Los Angeles and San Francisco in 2001 and 2002 respectively. In 2005 they were bought by Archipelago Holdings, who was in turn bought by the New York Stock Exchange, ending its separate identity.
Man's Inventive Genius, also known as Man and His Inventions or Inventive Genius of Man, was designed by sculptor Ralph Stackpole in 1930 and stands on the west end of the Pacific Coast Stock Exchange. The 21-foot granite pylon is carved with high-relief figure groups on three sides. On the front is a full-length male resting his left arm on a boys soldier with his right arm raised in a fit. On the right is a full-length male figure holding up a C-clamp and his other hand clenched in a fist. On the left is a full-length male figure in a tie and lab coat cradling a beaker. In front of him is a small figure of a man atop a lightning bolt, and another full length figure, shown in profile, looking into a microscope.
The Pacific Coast Stock Exchange Building, at 301 Pine Street, was originally built in 1915 by J. Milton Dyer for the United States Treasury. It was remodeled in 1930 by Miller & Pflueger for the San Francisco Stock and Bond Exchange, at which point the massive cornerstone granite sculptures--the other being Earth's Fulfillness--were added to the entrance flanks. The building was sold to private developers and is today an Equinox Fitness Club.
Housed: Box 73
Preferred Citation: Stackpole Corporation Records, HCLA 1798, Eberly Family Special Collections Library, University Libraries, Pennsylvania State University.
Repository: Penn State Special Collections, University Park, PA, USA.
Located on the inner west wall of Coit Tower's rotunda in San Francisco, this segment of Ralph Stackpole's large mural "Industries of California" depicts cannery workers as cogs in the machines of industry. Stackpole was primarily a sculptor who learned fresco for the Public Works of Art Project at Coit Tower.
Ralph Ward Stackpole (1885-1973) was San Francisco's leading artist during the 'Great Depression' years (late 1920's and 30's). He came to California at the age of 16 and studied at the California School of Design. Later, he traveled to France to attend the Ecole des Beaux-Arts, returning to San Francisco in 1912. In 1933-34, Stackpole took part in the Public Works of Art Project assignment to paint murals for Coit Tower. He learned fresco for this project and painted, with the assistance of Thomas Hayes, this large, sweeping (10' x 36') mural.
Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!
On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.
As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.
Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.
From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.
Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.
Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.
We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.
Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.
Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!
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Stackpole Walled Gardens, Pembrokeshire. Wales. UK
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Walled Gardens in Stackpole.
www.stackpole-walledgardens.co.uk/
More general photographs at www.flickr.com/photos/staneastwood/albums
Tomb with an effigy of lady, perhaps Margaret Turberville wife of Richard de Stackpole c1350 who lies nearby www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/Wjo480
Margaret was the daughter of Sir Payne Turberville of Coity by Gwenllian daughter of Richard Talbot, Sheriff of Gloucester, and Sarah Beauchamp
She m 1349 Richard son of Richard de Stackpole & Isabel Londres
Children
!. Richard 1326 m Isabel Griffith
Richard & Isabel's heiress Isabel 1390 m Rhys Ap Griffith
(their heiress Joan m Sir Richard Vernon 1409 bringing the Stackpole estates to the Vernons of Haddon Hall - their son Sir Richard Vernon 1451 & wife Benedicta are at Tong flic.kr/p/4o9ULD )
- Stackpole Elidor church, Pembrokeshire, Wales
Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!
On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.
As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.
Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.
From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.
Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.
Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.
We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.
Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.
Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!
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Stackpole Walled Gardens, Pembrokeshire. Wales. UK
SA71 5DJ
Walled Gardens in Stackpole.
www.stackpole-walledgardens.co.uk/
More general photographs at www.flickr.com/photos/staneastwood/albums