I like these kind of composite doors, doors within doors that are rather shabbily finished. This one has a slot cut out of it for a letterbox and locks on both sides, so where are the hinges?
The most observant among you might have noticed a little blue plaque on the right of the door which is one of Will Coles’ bees that he installed during Upfest 2017 last July. In fact I realise that is it one that I haven’t photographed before, so of course I have to go back to snap it up.
Door, 9 North Street, Bristol
The building is what we used to call a junk shop when I was a kid, but I’m not sure it is terribly polite to call it that. A trader of second hand goods, house clearance and antiques might be more appropriate.
There is also something rather appealing about the angry face graffiti too. A nice grey door – something quite ordinary transformed into the extraordinary by simply stopping to take a look at it.
I missed my first Thursday doors last week since I began 37 weeks ago. Just a little too much on my plate.
This week I was sifting through my archives when I found this door, which I have been looking for for a long time. I knew I had it, but I just didn’t know where.
Door, Armada Place, Bristol, July 2016
The door in question, Number 5, has undergone many facelifts over the last few years of which I think this was the best. Currently it is free from graffiti and I think the owner is trying to keep the door and walls clean. It will be an uphill struggle, but I genuinely wish them luck. I don’t much favour graffiti on private property.
I think the owner at the time might have painted these pineapples as a way of discouraging graffiti, and it certainly worked for a while. Some (many) taggers have no respect though. The pineapples made me smile though. I am glad I found them again.
For the second week running I am stretching slightly the definition of doors, but in my view these do qualify.
Bristol has been a significant port in the development of European and world trade through the centuries and brought great wealth to the nation. As shipping traffic increased there were significant challanges to be faced, the most important of which was navigation and berthing in a port with the second largest tidal range in the world. At Avonmouth in the Severn Estuary the tidal range is 14m and in Bristol itself it is 12m.
This meant that the larger vessels navigating the river Avon would have to wait for spring tides, causing congestion. Additionally, any vessels in the harbour would be left high and dry every day, some would tilt and some would get stuck. What I’m trying to say is that although a significant trading centre, Bristol was not an easy place to sail to.
The solution was to dam off the city stretch of water, creating a ‘floating’ harbour and to divert the course of the tidal river around the city in what is called the New Cut. This all happened in the early 19th century and at the time was the largest civil engineering project of its type anywhere in the world. The impoundment allowed ships to tie up alongside the docks and keys without the hassle of rising or falling tides. Entry into the harbour was via one of two locks in what is known as the Cumberland Basin.
The doors (lock gates) are huge and very impressive, and although they don’t see much use these days (the port closed as a commercial venture in 1975) they are still operational.
The Beady eyed among you will notice Brunel’s Clifton Suspension Bridge spanning the Avon Gorge
Colliter’s Brook inlet into the New Cut, Bristol
More doors, this time managing the flow of one of Bristol’s brooks into the New Cut.
Bristol’s floating harbour and SS Great Britain
This is one part of the extensive (28.3 hectares) floating harbour which is now a major leisure attraction and waterside housing asset in Bristol. Another of Brunel’s astounding achievements, the SS Great Britain permanently rests here.
Maybe back to some rather more conventional doors next week.
This week I thought I’d go for something a little different.
It was my father’s funeral last Friday, and family and friends gathered in Penzance where he spent a very happy last few years of his life. We hired an Airbnb property for a couple of nights in a village just outside Penzance. The property was nothing flashy, nothing out of the ordinary. It was definitely a case of function over form, but comfortable enough and set in 16 acres of hillside woodland – perfect for the dog.
When we were choosing bedrooms, my daughter said she didn’t want the scary room, and my son, who arrived with my wife a day later (courtesy of sitting a GCSE exam) said exactly the same thing.
It turns out that the room was indeed scary with a full wall oak wardrobe door that was wholly out of place in the room. It looked like the doors had been harvested from some other piece of furniture and subsequently worked into this space. Something of ‘the Sixth Sense’ about it…
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