It was purpose built for the task and opened in 1936 and whilst its boxy style might not be to everyone’s taste, architecturally it does date stamp a time and place
there are a collection of press clippings and photos from the time, on display in the lounge. Excuse the perspective on these next shots I was trying to avoid the flash bouncing back of the glass and I may have had a glass of wine at the time of taking them, which didn’t help my ability to balance steadily on a wobbly chair, but I think they give you a flavour of the place if not the wine.
As it was with its first guests,
What captivated me about the building was the frieze around the main room, which has miraculously, survived that dangerous phase of ‘looking tried and dated’ to being cherished an important original feature of the building: OK, so it has been pepped up a bit, at some time, by a coat of emulsion around the images but it survives with enough detail to have its future saved from a whitewash of the new era of rubbish Dulux paint. The figures are period pieces ( my arty creative friend Mrs Oggonmyblog would have adored them.)
In this section, from left to right, the apprentice, the bricklayer, the builder, the architect and the artist who painted the frieze
In another part of the building, was a sign, in a style that screamed to me1970’s and the children’s TV programme ‘Magpie’ .
As an aside, some of my friends have told me that they weren’t allowed to watch Magpie by their parents, that the programme, being on ITV was considered somewhat vulgar and they were only allowed to watch Blue Peter.
I can assure you in my bit of working class, northern England, no such thing even crossed our minds! And now look what I’ve found on You Tube, White Horses, *sigh* how I wanted a horse.