L’ultimo Re Inglese

Nel alto medievo inglese esistevano sessanta monasteri a Londra. La loro dissoluzione nel cinquecento dal re Enrico VIII coinvolse una distruzione che mi fa venire in mente le bellissime moschee che non si potranno più visitare in Siria.

Le ragioni per la distruzione non furono le furie della guerra però. I monasteri di Londra (e i dugento nell’intera isola) o sono interamente scomparsi, diventate cave per i lord per costruire i loro palazzi, o sono rimaste rovine – descritte in un sonetto di Shakespeare come ‘spogli archi in rovina dove, ameni, cantarano gli uccelli (cioè i monaci con i loro canti gregoriani).’

Altri monasteri, invece, hanno avuto la fortuna di essere trasformati interamente o in parte in cattedrali, come Westminster e Southwark, oppure in chiese parrocchiali.

Altri, in fine, sono stati rifondati o ricostruiti dopo l’emancipazione religiosa ridata ai cattolici nell’Ottocento, come Ealing Abbey, Feltham Abbey and St Dominic’s Priory.

Degli antichi monasteri londinesi ancora rimasti in piedi quello che mi attira di più è Waltham Abbey.

Oggi rimane solo un terzo di uno degli edifici religiosi più grandi del medioevo perché furono i parrocchiani a dire al re che i monaci li avevano dato il permesso di usare una parte della navata per la loro chiesa parrocchiale.

L’architettura è il romanico normanno pieno d’una forza massiccia che fa impressione.

Qui si sente proprio una terribilita’ che ha più di mille anni e che risale ad un epoca alquanto paurosa. Basta guardare i pilastri con i loro profondi galloni scavati con l’ascia di battaglia.

Infatti è qui che venne sepolto l’ultimo vero re inglese Aroldo, ucciso con una freccia all’occhio nella battaglia di Hastings nel 1066. Ecco la sua tomba sempre sparsa con qualche fiore dagli anglo-sassoni consapevoli che oggi la monarchia ‘inglese’ non è composta che di sangue francese, olandese, tedesco, e, quest’anno, anche di quello americano.

Tra le maraviglie di Waltham Abbey si trovano belle tombe dipinte (ma i figli rappresentati saranno anche loro morti in gioventù?)

Thomas Tallis, il padre della musica ecclesiastica inglese, fu qui organista:


In più è rimasto uno dei tre superstiti dipinti medioevali dell’ultimo giudizio, chiamati ‘doom paintings’. Paradiso e inferno è un tema che, come si sa, trova la sua apoteosi dell’affresco sistino di Michelangelo.


L’abbazia è coperta da un soffitto astrologico dove ogni simbolo ha il suo significato religioso.

Il mio segno di Leone, per esempio, rappresenta la creazione del sole e della vita terrestre. In più, la coltivazione del grano, il taglio del quale significa la morte in attesa della rinascita e la raccolta del buon seme per fare il pane che rappresenta il corpo di Cristo.

I due pesci, segno di mia moglie, invece, rappresentano la nascita di Cristo (icthys) e la sua doppia natura, uomo e Dio. È la via e la vita, la conclusione del viaggio dell’uomo a Dio. Alla fine dello zodiaco e dell’anno comincia uno nuovo. Un seme novello viene piantato pronto per la futura raccolta.


Rammentiamo anche che esistono tali soffitti astrologichi nella cattedrale di Peterborough per poi non dimenticare il magnifico pavimento astrologico di San Miniato al Monte a Firenze.

Waltham Abbey si trova in un grazioso centro che sembra la quintessenza di un borgo inglese con le sue vecchie case a gratticcio e diviso in due parti dal Meridiano.

Nel centro abbiamo fatto un pranzo in una locanda che vende il tipico piatto inglese di eel, pie, mash and liquor; cioè anguille, purè, pasticcio di carne (manzo e montone), e salsa fatta di prezzemolo. Il dessert era una torta di ciliegia nascosta sotto custard, una tipica crema pasticcera inglese. Non sono goloso di anguille; però vi posso dire che questo posto mi ha trasportato indietro ai tempi dickensiani e la tipica cucina vittoriana inglese quando mangiare bene non voleva dire trovare un ristorante italiano! Infatti vengono qui a mangiare David Beckham e la sua famiglia ricercando i gusti della sua infanzia.

 

Abbiamo ripreso la metropolitana a Loughton che ha una slanciata stazione del 1940 col suo grande arco, ripieno di vetro dell’architetto John Murray Easton, e le sue stupende tettoie di piattaforma a forma di ala di gabbiano.

 

Come la grandiosa abbazia di Waltham, l’architettura moderna può solo considerarsi buona e degna di esistere se colpisce l’occhio con la sua linea ed il coraggio di un linguaggio perfettamente adatto all’uso del edificio.

 

 

Tra prati verdi

riposa l’ultimo re

di sangue inglese.

Poetry Please…

Yesterday evening at 8 pm a group of over twenty poets and lovers of poetry met up in Marina’s bar and restaurant at Casoli. Organised by Luca and Rebecca of Shelley House it was a highly convivial occasion. I met friends I’d not seen for a long time and the conversation was excellent. The dinner was very tasty including an antipasto, ravioli, maccheroni and finishing with a nice dessert.

 

Luca compered a group of five poets : Rossana Federighi, Maura Bertolozzi, Claudio Stefanini, Roberto Ragghianti and myself who read out two poems each from one of our volumes.

 

The event was part of the series of events celebrating ‘Bagni di Lucca, town of poetry’.

There is poetry in the beautiful setting of the town and this has attracted such poets as Pascoli, Byron, Shelley and the Brownings to the area. Our present Bagni di Lucca poet laureate is certainly Mario Lena on whom I have written at https://longoio3.com/2017/09/09/bagni-di-luccas-poet-laureate/  and he has inspired many younger persons to take up the art. I’m sure the tradition will continue well into the future if the standard of the poems I heard last night is anything to go by.

 

 

Cascio’s Chestnut Festival

The castagnata is an essential autumn festa in Tuscany (or indeed any other region of Italy where chestnut trees grow). There was a time when the chestnut (castagno) supported this area’s population through the flour it produced when ground by special millstones. The ‘bread of the poor’ was considered a little shameful during the years of the Italian miracle of the sixties and seventies when a largely rural economy transformed itself into a largely industrial one. Yet it was the humble chestnut that saw villagers in the apennine areas overcome famine in difficult times like the second world war.  (Read Eric Newby’s book ‘Love and war in the Apeninnes’ to know more).

Now, a little like oysters which in Dickensian times were considered equally a dish of the poor, the chestnut has made a big comeback and indeed it’s quite fashionable to eat necci (pancakes made from their flour) or delight in just munching roasted chestnuts. (I’m glad there are still chestnut roasters in the streets of London, too). To twist around Dr Johnson’s notorious definition of oats as applied to Scots, the chestnut which once supported the population is now a fashionable and, sometimes, pricey fare.

We’ve been to several castagnate over the years. Our first one (and still one of the largest in Tuscany) was at Marradi but there are many others throughout the region. Just check this link to find out about others in the region:

http://www.frammentiditoscana.it/castagna-ottobre-sagre-feste-toscana/

In our Lucchesia area there are many smaller ones but all are delightful. I’d put Lupinaia, Trassilico, Careggine (this October 15th) and Pontecosi (on the 29th of October) among our favourites. This year we returned to Cascio which has the added advantage of combining both necci and crisciolette, a dish peculiar to this village. (Do look up my post at  https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2016/08/01/whats-a-criscioletta/ to find out what these delicious things are and how to make them).

The Cascio castagnata was very well attended though we did have to spend a little time queuing. But it was all worth it. After all these feste are social occasions and a queue here is always a good occasion to mix and chat and is certainly not to be treated like the typical supermarket queue rush.

In Cascio’s sweet church we were treated to a great concert by the Coro delle Alpi Apuane. Italy is famous for its male-voice mountain choirs whose sound is somewhat reminiscent of Welsh valley choirs and even Russian ones.

There was a pleasant woodland walk to a local metato (chestnut drying hut) for a drink.

The stalls had some delightful local handicraft for sale.

This little fellow seemed to sum up the general feeling of camaraderie in the place. Don’t you think he is beautifully autumnal in his colours?

With four days of wall-to-wall sunshine promised to us which castagnata shall we choose for next week-end I wonder?

More on Castelfranco Veneto

I’ve already mentioned our second visit to Castelfranco Veneto magnificent walled town at https://longoio3.com/2017/08/20/a-giorgione-beauty/ .  I promised more photographs of this highly attractive north Veneto town. So here they are for your delectation.

Hope you can make it there one day, even just for the fabulous Giorgione painting in the Duomo:

Notice also that in the height of the Italian tourist season you can come across quiet places. The worst mistake for any traveller to Italy is to hit such places as Venice and Florence in the height of summer. Not only are they intolerably hot but they are massively crowded and overpriced. Choose autumn or spring for these towns. Place like Castelfranco Veneto; however, can be enjoyed at any time of the year .We ate rather well at the Torre restaurant at Pizzeria at Castelfranco, just by the walls. (Although I’m sure you’ll find several other equally good places to eat.

Note also the opening hours for Giorgione’s house (which contains further of his works).

 

 

A Day in the Pizzorne

There are remedies close at hand in the Lucchesia if one has become overheated during the recent weeks of ‘Lucifer’ or the ‘African bubble’: a heat wave that has afflicted most of Italy until recently. The seaside and the banks of our Lima River are great ways of cooling down. My favourite , however, is to head for the mountains and plateaux which surround us.

The Pizzorne is one such altipiano – plateau – on our way back to Longoio from Lucca. Since Lucca is just 16 feet above sea level and the Pizzorne reach a height of 3,500 feet that makes a difference of 3,484 feet. As temperatures drop 5.4 degrees centigrade per 1000 feet it’s easy to see that, on average, it’s going to be at least 15 degree colder on the Pizzorne – and that’s not including the wind factor and the forest shade.

The Lucchesi, like so many other inhabitants of Italian cities surrounded by hills and mountains are lucky in a way that those living in flatter countries, like the UK, are not. Every Italian city has its hill station easily reachable within a short drive. There is no excuse for sweltering in the summer heat of a city when there are so many delectably cooler places in the surrounding hills.

Yesterday we decided to return home from Lucca via the Matraia road which leads off from Marlia. The views from this road are stratospheric.

At one point we could closely see the whole of old Lucca surrounded by its tree-lined walls and its grass moat. You’ll spot Lucca in this photo below.

We quickly reached the Pizzorne plateau on our classic 4 X 4 Panda. Here, there’s a scattering of houses and a little centre with a sweet chapel.

Further afield is the ancient abbey of San Bartolomeo surrounded by an ample lawn – a popular picnic spot. Although the building was closed we managed to sneak this view through part of the window.

Nearby is the Aldebaran bar and restaurant  which doubles as a mountain refuge in the winter. Here one can either order a take-away meal or eat in the restaurant. Incidentally, Aldebaran is the brightest star in the constellation of Taurus and the 14th brightest star in the heavens. It certainly is a bright spot among the Pizzorne.

After a noisy night of thunderstorms, yesterday was actually a little chilly so we decided to eat in the restaurant which is delightfully kitsch as these photos show.

We started off with farfalle pasta with venison and nuts, which was absolutely heavenly: the combination of all-dente pasta, hazelnuts and deer was, indeed, very special.

We did, however feel a little guilty about a cervo (deer) looking at us just round the corner.

This dish was followed by chunks of venison with sautéed bietola (chard) and chips.

We skipped the dessert as we were already pretty full but decided on a coffee.

Our journey from le Pizzorne descended down through Pariana which seemed to us to be largely untouched by holiday homes and still very much a working community. Without anything of special interest in itself Pariana must be an excellent centre for walking and mountain biking. The road linking it to the Pizzorne was only completed relatively recently.

We then reached Botticino and the valley of the ‘cartiere’ or paper mills. There is a particular beauty about the old industrial buildings which the more modern extensions clearly lack.

Thence it was a climb via Boveglio over the Trebbio pass to Benabbio with its wonderful views of the Apuan Alps. We’ll be back to this town today for there’s going to be a grigliata festa in the ground of the castle of the Lupari, which has been the subject of fascinating archaeological digs.

So in one day we found a more equable climate, superb views, uncontaminated nature, food to die for and a fair smattering of historical interest. Such are the delights in our part of the world!

 

Valley Hopping in the Eastern Apuans

I’m a lover of valley hopping: going from one valley to another over a steep road, whether by car or taking to footpaths.
We were recently in Massarosa and decided to get to the Val Freddana on a steep road which passes by the beautiful Pieve a Elici. We’d been at the Pieve recently for a fabulous concert (see https://longoio3.com/2017/08/06/a-wonderful-place-to-experience-the-end-of-time/). This time we took in a visit to the idyllic hamlet of Luciano.

This place, which you miss if you blink, was founded by a roman legionary called Lucianum on land given to him when he retired from imperial service. In the nineteenth century it became the hide-away place for several important figures in Italian cultural history: poet Carducci, Pellegrini, patriot Luigi Carlo Farina and artist Michele Marcucci, whose works embellish several churches in the Lucchesia: Colle di Compito and Pieve di Elici itself.
It’s a delightful hamlet and is luckily being restored and brought back to life by its handful of inhabitants.

Going north from Luciano one descends into the Val Freddana and the main road to Camaiore, but not before turning left into one of the most scenic drives in the whole of the Apuane. The road takes one over the passo Lucese into the Val Pedogna which is familiar to us who live here as the valley that leads through Piegaio to Diecimo.

At this stage in our peregrination we’d become somewhat peckish and stopped at an eating–place I hadn’t visited for ages. The ‘Bar Ristorante Lucese’. It was a truly welcome stop!

The restaurant is famed for its Cinghiale (wild boar) but all its cooking is to a very high standard. Furthermore, it’s still a place which serves one with dishes from which one can take for oneself the quantity one actually wants to eat. Other restaurants give you your meal on an individual plate with no hope of being able to divide and share it among your dinner table friends.

We chose maccheroni al Cinghiale, Cinghiale itself and fried vegetables. Everything was cooked to a perfect T. The Cinghiale melted in one’s mouth – it was the tastiest we’d eaten for a very long time. We also didn’t feel guilty about eating meat as there is a plague of Cinghiale in Tuscany destroying crops and they need to be culled. What better way to recycle them than in one’s stomach!
The fried vegetables were cooked in the lightest pastella and were especially moreish.

The bill was true value for money and did not include those increasingly added extras like cover and service.
The ambience was typical of a characteristic mountain restaurant and the hosts were friendly. We could not have wished for more!

There’s an FB page on the ristorante at

https://www.facebook.com/ristorantelucese/

We then climbed down the Lucese passo passing the Galgani iron works. Unfortunately Mr Galgani wasn’t there but we have already visited his amazing relic of early industrial archaeology. (See my post at https://longoio.wordpress.com/2013/10/24/back-to-the-iron-age/ )

Thence it was an easy ride down the Val Pedogna to meet the hallucinating busy main road up the Serchio and thence home after a perfect day whose main object (need I remind myself) was to attend that early morning medical appointment at Massarosa.