Lightwaves has become a regular at Salford Quays in the run up to Christmas and is as much part of our Christmas preparations as writing cards and remembering where we have stored the lights. Over the years we have had huge white rabbits, Dr Who and tiny boats bobbing on the quay. As has become traditional, we walked down to Salford Quays on the opening night and joined the throng on a bitterly cold but fine night to see the art works for the first time.
The 100 photograph light boxes with images from across Greater Manchester came first. I had expected these to be landscapes and was surprised how many were portraits, some showing real Mancunian character but I had looked forward to having to guess the views and would have enjoyed more scenes from the ten boroughs. After reminiscing about the Sooty Show, always a favourite in our house, we found the breathing tent and sat practicing our deep tai chi breathing, watching the lights climb up and down the side of the tent as we inhaled, filling our lower dan tien and fully exhaling. We walked beneath the grid of rope by the quayside watching the lights change colour from bright green to yellow. This light responds to a microphone that is in the river, translating the sound in to light
In front of the Lowry are Jackie Kay’s neon words, ‘I forgot to say.’ This is supposed to get you thinking and anyone can call the number and leave a message about what they have forgotten to say … but ringing slipped my mind.
For the last couple of years Lightwaves have co-operated with Blackpool illuminations and we have had some of their spare installations. I like the combination of the technical and artistic light structures and the brash lights of Blackpool. This year as well as Sooty Show images we had the pirates below and some nostalgic Star Trek images.
For years my Christmas-time birthday was a huge disappointment. As a child it was over-shadowed by the seasonal festivities and couldn’t help but be just another strain on the family finances at the most expensive time of the year. Aunts and uncles would buy me ‘joint’ gifts for birthday and Christmas, assuring me they had spent extra. As every December-birthday person knows, even if they had spent more, nothing beats having two specific gifts for birthday and Christmas and that this isn’t something that June-birthday children have to contend with. As a child I never had a party on my actual birthday, it was too near the festivities, no one had time and who wants to eat birthday cake at Christmas. As an adult the lovely Mr BOTRA and my son and daughter-in-law have made a fuss of me and ensured the day was special and spending time with these three people is wonderful and should be enough … but I always wanted what everyone else had, a celebration with my friends. On my birthday these friends were either with their family, busy at some other Christmas event or away for the festive period. The only way to get everyone together was to celebrate outside the Christmas period, so when I was 40 I arranged the party for January. It still took me a few years after that birthday to realise that this was the way to go and it was 2011 when I decided I wasn’t putting up with this unsatisfactory situation any longer and I moved my birthday to November.
There were friends who protested that it couldn’t be done, a few who still forget the new date, but honestly, I haven’t regretted moving my birthday to the preceding month for one minute. Now, my birthday isn’t shoe-horned in to the Christmas festivities, my birthday cards don’t have to compete for space with the Christmas cards and my friends are available for a celebration. It is this latter result that is the most important to me, I get to bring everyone I care about together for one celebration and that makes me happy. It isn’t about presents and cards, for me it has always been about wanting to be with the people I love.
Over the past few years I have celebrated my birthday with friends in various ways. We have played crazy golf, been for walks, had ‘posh’ afternoon tea, visited an art gallery and been out for meals. At last I get to experience what other people with birthdays in any other month except December take for granted, a birthday spent with my family and friends.
And what of my birth-date? This day still exists, of course I have to use it for paperwork and forms but really it is now just any other day. The recollection that it is the anniversary of my birth might pass through my mind at some point during the day but it is no longer my birthday, that is the November date that I chose. Moving my birthday was one of the best things I ever did and I am not moving it back.
In retirement our winter trips are being dictated by the weather forecast rather than the weekend and this freedom is liberating. With some cold sunny weather forecast last week we baked a cake, packed some warm clothing and set off for the Lake District. Windermere is easy to get to from Salford and we were soon soaking up the views along the lake from Orrest Head, pottered by the Windermere and seeking a cosy pub to warm up in.
In the afternoon we visited the lovely Blackwell Arts and Crafts House. We had been here before many years ago and since then the staff and volunteers have been busy and many improvements have been made. Built by M H Bailie Scott as a holiday home for Edward Holt, this is a beautiful example of an Arts and Crafts house that retains many of its original features that, in keeping with the movement, are both decorative and practical. The door handles are leaf-shaped, the window catches are interesting. There is attractive stained glass and plaster work too but just as important, the atmosphere is relaxed, rather than stuffy and visitors are encouraged to linger.
After being a holiday home the house became a school and then offices before being bought by a Trust in 1999 and it opened to the public in 2001. The White Drawing Room has slender columns with decorative capitals, a sunny aspect over the lake and is a room where the sunlight dances around the room.
The Arts and Crafts Movement began in Britain in the 1880s and spread across Europe and America. As the V&A writes:
‘It was a movement born of ideals. It grew out of a concern for the effects of industrialisation: on design, on traditional skills and on the lives of ordinary people. In response, it established a new set of principles for living and working. It advocated the reform of art at every level and across a broad social spectrum, and it turned the home into a work of art.’
The Arts and Crafts Movement has strong links with the Lake District. The three founder members, William Morris, Edward Burne Jones and Phillip Webb were supported by George Howard from Naworth Castle near Carlisle and he used William Morris’ wallpapers in many of his properties. John Ruskin, a Lake District resident, strongly influenced the Arts and Crafts Movement. He considered machine-made items to be dishonest and that craftmanship was linked to dignity.