Sunday, 4 October 2026

When nostalgia is nothing more complicated than a sausage sandwich …….. Bert’s café ...... 1971

Now, we all have our own cherished memories which seem with the passage of time to encapsulate a chunk of our growing up.

Whitworth Street, 1969
For me it is nothing more complicated than a sausage sandwich at Bert’s café on Whitworth Street.

We discovered the place sometime in early 1970 and it remained our collective place to go for the next two years.

Usually it meant missing a lecture at the College of Knowledge, which was just round the corner, and more often than not would be where I fell across Mike, John and Lois, who had also put Bert’s sausage sandwich above lectures in British Social History, the poems of John Donne or French grammar.

Bert's Cafe painted white, 1969
Looking back I suspect the sandwiches were not special, but after the bus ride down the Oxford Corridor from Withington having had no breakfast, and with the knowledge that someone would take the notes, we chose Bert’s over Gladstone.

To some this may seem a trivial piece of personal history, but I think not.

Back then places like Bert’s could be found all over the city centre, although usually down a side street, which you found by luck or by word of mouth.

The food was simple, cheap and catered for everyone.  And because this predated the Café Society, most dishes were a variation on egg sausage, bacon and chips. The coffee was more brown milk and everything also came with promise of baked beans.

And it was just perfect.

Bert’s consisted on one room, with perhaps half a dozen tables, and to the rear a serving hatch.

Whitworth Street, from London Road, 1969
On cold wet days in winter, the heat and smell drew you in, not that you could see anything through the windows which seemed permanently steamed up.

We always seemed to be the only ones there, but the presence of the Police Station and Fire Station across the road must have guaranteed a steady stream of customers until both closed down.

The rest of the stretch from Aytoun Street down London Road consisted of a newsagents, a barber, a warehouse and the pub on the corner.

There was of course also the Twisted Wheel, but I can’t now remember when it relocated to the warehouse, or for that matter when it became Placemate.

But I do remember Bert’s.

Location; Whitworth Street, 1969,

Picture; Whitworth Street, 1969, Courtesy of Manchester Archives+ Town Hall Photographers' Collection,
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What we did in October when we were still a farming community

Cows on the meadows, 2003
An occasional series reflecting on what we did in the township when we were still a small rural community.

Now if I had been farming here in the 1850s I might well have turned to The Book of the Farm by Henry Stephens.*

It was written in 1844, and ran to countless editions. It was the manual for anyone wanting to be a farmer.

Everything is here from what crops to plant and when to how to make a well, as well as sound advice on hiring labourers, the construction of a water meadow, and the best location for the milk house and cheese room. I learned which materials were best for building a farm house and how much I could expect to pay for materials, as well as the most up to date scientific information on planting wurzels.

It was a practical book and so “the cost of digging a well in clay, eight feet in diameter and sixteen deep and building a ring three feet in diameter with dry rubble masonry is only L5 [£5] exclusive of carriage and the cost of pumps.”

He calculated that that two brood sows could produce 40 pigs between them and that retaining six for home use the remaining 34 could easily be sold at market.

So many of the smaller farmers and market gardeners in the township might well keep at least one sow and use it to supplement their income.

Nor should we forget that these animals were destined for the table and so the slaughter of pigs was best done around Martinmas in early November because “the flesh in the warm months is not sufficiently firm and is then liable to be fly born before it is cured” and doing so in early November had the added advantage that cured hams would be ready for Christmas.

But today and over the next few weeks I want to drop in to another farming book which is H Rider Haggard’s A Farmer’s Year, written in 1898 and published the following year.

Now he was farming in Norfolk a full half century later than Mr Stephens and of course Norfolk isn’t rural Chorlton or Eltham or anywhere in south east London..

Harrowing in Mustard on stubble
That said this is what he wrote for the beginning of October.

“Since harvest about 250 loads of manure have been carted from the yards direct to the various fields where they are to spread, and sundry dykes on the marshland have been drawn.  

Also a little thrashing has been done and we sold some barley at sixteen shillings and fifteen shillings according to its quality.

Today October 5th we are ploughing on the bean stubble but with the soil in its present condition it is dreadfully hard work for the horses.”


*Stephens Henry, The Book of the Farm, 1844

** Haggard, H Rider, A Farmer’s Year,  1899

Pictures; the Meadows, courtesy of David Bishop 2003, and Harrowing in Mustard on stubble from A Farmer’s Year, 1899

Beresford Square circa 1900

Beresford Square is one of those places I remember with fondness.

And it is a place I keep coming back to, so here is another of the place, in its heyday sometime at the beginning of the 20th century.

In a previous story I traced the firm of J.F.Endean & Sons so today I shall just leave you with the image.

Picture; Beresford Square, courtesy of Kristina Bedford

*Woolwich Through Time, Kristina Bedford, 2014, Amberley Publishing,

Saturday, 3 October 2026

Gilgamesh .... Enkidu ... a story over 4,700 years old .... on the wireless today

The Epic of Gilgamesh caught my imagination decades ago but I was too lazy to read the story for myself, and instead just relied on what I was told.

Hero mastering a lion.  713–706 BCE 
And what a story it is.  

According to my Wikipedia it originates in ancient Mesopotamia and is the world's oldest surviving example of narrative literature.*

It features a not very nice chap called Gilgamesh who rules the Kingdom of Uruk and behaves thoroughly badly, so the Gods create Enkidu who is a wild man and very strong who fights Gilgamesh. 

But the two become pals and go off on a series of adventures defeating Humbaba, guardian of the Cedar Forest, and the Bull of Heaven. 

Killing the Bull of Heaven does upset one of the Gods and in turn the gods decide to kill Enkidu. 

Gilgamesh is distraught and then carries on with more adventures in pursuit of the secret of eternal life, which he finds and then losses.

And just to add something more on his journey to find that secret of eternal life he happens on Utnapishtim who with his wife is the sole survivor of a Flood caused by one of the Gods which predates Noah's Flood.

So that is it in two hundred and fifteen words the Epic of Gilgamesh missing out heaps of people and some very nasty bits.

But alternatively you can listen to "the BBC dramatisation of UK Poet Laureate Simon Armitage's new verse translation capturing the timeless and immersive power of the world's oldest poem The Epic of Gilgamesh".**

I did and it was excellent and well worth tuning into Radio 4 using the link and follow Enkidu, and Gilgamesh culminating with his single quest for immortality that leads him to the very edge of the world

"NARRATOR ..... Paterson Joseph

GILGAMESH ..... Sacha Dhawan

ENKIDU/ HE-SCORPION ...... Ciarán Owens

SHAMHAT/ISHTAR ..... Leila Farzad

HUMBABA/UR_SHANABI/HUNTER ..... Kadiff Kirwan

UTA-NAPISTI/HUNTER'S FATHER ..... Raad Rawi

NINSUN / WIFE OF UTA-NAPISHTI ..... Souad Faress

SHIDURI/TOWNSWOMAN ..... Debbie Korley

Terracotta wall panel depicting Enkidu, Circa 1763 BCE
A new verse translation by Simon Armitage.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epic_of_Gilgamesh

Director: Nadia Molinari

Composer: Erland Cooper

Sound Designer: Sharon Hughes

Production Co-ordinator: Pippa Day

Technical Producers: Keith Graham, Sam Dickinson.

A BBC Studios Production for BBC Radio 4

Programme Website"

Pictures; Hero mastering a lion. Relief from the façade of the throne room, Palace of Sargon II at Khorsabad (Dur Sharrukin), 713–706 BCE, Louvre Museum, Source/Photographer Jastrow (2006) "I, the copyright holder of this work, release this work into the public domain. This applies worldwide. In some countries this may not be legally possible; if so:I grant anyone the right to use this work for any purpose, without any conditions, unless such conditions are required by law" and a Terracotta wall panel depicting Enkidu, Department of Oriental Antiquities, Richelieu, ground floor, room 4, Source/Photographer Author Osama Shukir Muhammed Amin FRCP(Glasg)"I, the copyright holder of this work, hereby publish it under the following license:w:en:Creative Commons attribution share alike This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International license.You are free:to share – to copy, distribute and transmit the work to remix – to adapt the work

*Epic of Gilgamesh, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epic_of_Gilgamesh

*Gilgamesh, BBC Rhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epic_of_Gilgameshadio 4, https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m0032h64

Hay making in Chorlton ............ or almost


Now here is an image which could have been so easily taken in Chorlton.


Hay Making in Furness Vale, date unknown
The picture is labelled on the reverse "Haymaking, Furness Vale" but the date and location are not recorded although the buildings in the background look familiar.

Now it is a scene which could so easily have been taken here in Chorlton,.

And given that 56% of the land here was pasture and meadowland and that some of the 40% of arable land was used for growing barley I rather think these men and boys could have so equally stepped off one of our own fields.

Man with pipe and rake
What I like about this picture is the way that George Tomlinson has isolated sections of the image  and  explains the sorts of detail most of us would pass over.

So  "the man in the centre carries a large wooden handled rake. Behind him can be seen the ownership plate on the cart. The name is Charles Saxby of Disley.  Saxby was owner of Furness Vale Printworks".

All of which puts the picture into a context and demonstrates the power of local knowledge to unlock a photograph

But as I often say it is not for me to lift another’s research so to see all of George’s comments you will have to visit the site at http://furnesshistory.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/haymaking.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed:+FurnessValeLocalHistorySociety+(FURNESS+VALE+LOCAL+HISTORY+SOCIETY)

And for those in Chorlton who wondered where we are in Furness Vale, David Easton who kindly gave me permission to use the image, says, "The location is probably Lodge Farm in Furness Vale which was owned at the time by Mr. Saxby".

Location; Furnes Vale

Picture; courtesy of the Furness Vale Local History Society


One clock tower ….. a pub ….. and 4 funny looking cars ….. 47 years ago

The picture may not win any prizes for top quality image of the year.


But then it was 1979 and I was just starting out on taking photographs and developing them using smelly photography.

Still, it is sort of a record of the Town Hall, and the Town Hall Tavern taken from King Street a very long time ago

Location; King Street

Picture; One clock tower ….. a pub ….. and 4 funny looking cars, 1979, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

The lost Eltham & Woolwich pictures ...... no. 34 ..... building the barrier

Another in the collection on that new build on the water.

Now for many the Thames Barrier will be just one of those bits of river furniture, but for those who remember it being built, here  is the first of a few taken during its construction.

For four decades it was one of the pictures I took of Eltham and Woolwich in the mid ‘70’s which sat undisturbed in our cellar.

But all good things eventually come to light.

They were colour slides which have been transferred electronically.

The quality of the original lighting and the sharpness is sometimes iffy, but they are a record of a lost Eltham and Woolwich.

And the Barrier pictures are special, because our Theresa served in the works canteen.


Location; Charlton

Picture; Woolwich circa 1976, from the collection of Andrew Simpson