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Summer, almost but a memory<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

30 September 2024 ~ Summer in Kaliningrad and UK as it happened in 2024<\/p>\n\n\n\n



Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and
weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore<\/strong>
Edgar Allan Poe (1845)<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

As summer draws to a close, I made the mistake of accidently retorting, \u201cIt\u2019s gone so fast that I hardly knew it was there!\u201d To which came the curt and completely undeserving reply that it\u2019s nothing short of marvellous that I knew it had arrived, the amount of time I spend locked away indoors immersed in antique and history books and spurning the light of day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hmm, as the collection of photographs displayed here show, the allegations against me are not entirely true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It has also been said of me that on those few occasions when I do deign to go out, I am either surrounded by \u2018junk\u2019 or wallowing in history, locked out of the present for want of the past. Oh, and when I\u2019m not doing that, I\u2019m sitting and drinking beer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unfortunately, by some strange false-impression-giving mischievous quirk of fate, the visuals on this page would appear to lend uncanny credence to the case for the prosecution. I\u2019ll let you, the jury, decide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Summer in Kaliningrad 2024<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
\"Svetlogorsk<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Seen, and scene, on a brilliant, bright-blue summer\u2019s day, what is it? If I was 350 years younger, I would, in referencing the shorter structure, have taken one look at the small arched windows nestled within the roof and said, \u201can octopus.\u201d It isn\u2019t. It is, of course, the Baltic coastal town of\u00a0 Svetlogorsk\u2019s p<\/a>rincipal landmark (even more so now since they knocked down the Hotel Russ). It is, in fact, a water tower: a rather splendiferous example compared to Britain\u2019s concrete plinths, designed in 1908 by Otto Walter Kukuck when Svetlogorsk was German Rauschen. Constructed \u00a0in the fairytale style of German Romanticism, the tower and its rotunda meld the key concepts of Art Nouveau with architectural features native to the K\u00f6nigsberg region. You used to be able to have mud baths in this building, but the last I heard it was closed to the public. If they opened it up for business again, I would, wouldn\u2019t you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Olga<\/figure>
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Crouching down in a field of dandelions whilst wearing a dandelion headdress may not seem like everybody\u2019s idea of fun, but if in a former life you believe yourself to have been a shaman, have passed through the Art Nouveau stage, dallied with Art Deco and have now thrown in your lot with metaphysics and the 5th<\/sup> Dimension, then who can say what summer means to you?<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

\"Mick<\/figure>
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Now here\u2019s something that you don\u2019t see that often, and why would you want to?: Me, armed with a paper bag not containing beer, standing outside of an avant-garde boutique, framed between some rather nice mauve and lettered heart-shaped balloons. We had, in fact, been out back, sitting at a table drinking coffee and eating biscuits, but the shop, which sells clothing and jewellery, as well as coffee, biscuits and snacks, is different enough in style and the items it has an offer to warrant a visit at any time of the year.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

\"Villa<\/figure>\n\n\n
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\"Villa<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

The greater proportion of K\u00f6nigsberg was destroyed in the Second World War, but seek and ye shall find architectural gems of the former German city. The Villa Schmidt, seen here bathed in summer sunlight, is one such fine example. It was constructed as a two-storey home in the Art Nouveau\/German Romanticism style in 1909 by the celebrated K\u00f6nigsberg architect Wilhelm Warrentrapp. The villa escaped the worst effects of the Battle for K\u00f6nigsberg but fell foul in the years succeeding the war of the con-block, asbestos sheet and bucket-of-cement mentality by which many buildings suffered for want of sensitive restoration. Fortunately, come the 21st<\/sup> century, Villa Schmidt was acquired by someone who knew his restoration onions, and he has restored the property to its original spec.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Mick<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Fancy meeting you here! > I was doing the shopping > And I was walking the dog<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n


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\"Zalivino<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A mid-summer party, during which Soviet Constructivism\u2019s stalwart \u2018Captain Codpiece\u2019<\/a> takes a break from renovation to enjoy the company of friends and supporters. <\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Summer<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Above^ <\/strong>The technique worked superbly in the film Schindler\u2019s List<\/em>, so why not here? Enjoying a well-deserved beer (when is it not?) on a warm summer\u2019s evening on the forecourt of a Kaliningrad bar<\/a>.<\/mark><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Sunset<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Above<\/strong>> Nothing quite beats a late summer Baltic sunset<\/a>. This one was captured this month (September 2024), location Zelenogradsk. I know it looks as though I took the photograph whilst running to the fallout shelter, but the truth of the matter is that although the sun was radiant, a stiff breeze had sneakily come from nowhere, forcing me into the nearest bar, where I continued to watch them both go down, my beer and the evening sun.

Below<\/strong>> This second sunset, another belter, made its way into my camera lens one late June evening from the new pier in Svetlogorsk. No wonder artists, like Victor Ryabinin<\/a>, look upon this region with inspirational awe and attempt to capture the feeling using paint palette, brush and canvas.
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\"Sunset<\/figure>\n\n\n
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\"Olga<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

The message is the sun is out, the skies are blue, I am celebrating, how about you? I did think of joining in, but there was quite a lot of seagulls about and, well, knowing my luck <\/strong>\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Summer in the UK 2024<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
\"Walsingham<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Flint cottages and pan-tile roofs of a time-honoured street in the village of Walsingham, home of ancient religious shrines and throughout the middle ages a major pilgrimage destination. Both my brother and myself have made many pilgrimages to Walsingham, but since our last foray the chip shop had closed and on our recent visit, we abstained from visiting either of the two pubs, forsaking beer for something that was long overdue, a cup or two apiece of holy water. Just to confuse the pilgrims, and those people whose sole (not \u2018soul\u2019) interest is fish \u2018n\u2019 chips\u2019, Little Walsingham (there is a larger one, too), is bigger than Great Walsingham, and it is to Little Walsingham the first pilgrims wended and wended again in the 20th<\/sup> century when the act of pilgrimaging was duly revived. Walsingham stands as the epicentre of North Norfolk\u2019s historic and spiritual soul, without a visit to which no trip to the region would be complete.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Below:<\/mark><\/span> Scenes on a sunny day at Old Hunstanton. As luck would have it, we were entertained by a rare display of the RNLI hovercraft in action<\/strong>, although this photo captures the moment before the action took place. <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Old<\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"RNLI<\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"Mick<\/figure>
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You can\u2019t have enough clutter! <\/strong>
\u201cHello, operator, could you transport me back to the 1920s as quickly as possible, thank you.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

\"The<\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"Interior<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A number of pubs in England claim to be the oldest licensed premises in the country, but you have to admit that the Bell Inn, at Finedon in Northamptonshire, looks the part, and supporters of the claim\u2019s veracity are only too willing to draw your attention to a license granted to the inn in 1042 by Edward the Confessor\u2019s wife, Queen Edith. The pub personifies the ancient and traditional, including some of its drinkers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"MIck<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Below:<\/strong> <\/mark>The tides out and the boats are grounded. A typical view across the North Norfolk mudflats and salt marshes.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Boats<\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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