glass on tour

Ed and Margaret Burke, Glass artists, are embarking on an extensive tour of the UK with Living Heritage Shows. Along with their mobile furnace and their two yongest sons, they can be seen at some of England's most prestigious historical sites. These include Belvoir Castle, Thoresby Park, Gatcombe Park, Sandown Park, Woburn Abbey, Broadlands, Sandringham, Alton Towers and Knebworth.
Wednesday, 31 October 2007

Gatcombe Park
What a weekend! What an adventure!
We decided to continue with our new stress reducing measure for these shows where I travel down to the venue a day early and Margaret follows on with the kids after school on the Friday evening. Gatcombe Park is not too far from us, 100 maybe 120 miles, so a couple of hours and I would be there. I plugged in my trusty Sat Nav and off I set. "Prepare to leave the motoryway soon" she said (the Sat Nav) as I aproached junction 12 of the M5. From my brief look at the map before I set off I thought that it would be junction 13 but if Sat Nav says J12 I will follow her advice. After a few miles she told me to get on to the A46 and "follow the road till further instruction". There was a sign on the road saying Road Closed Due To Flood Damage allowing local access only. There were a few other signs saying single track access only and business as usual so I made an assumption that the road would be passable with care. What a mistake!! The road got narrower and narrower and then after about a mile and a half there was a barier across the road stopping all traffic. It was single track at this point and I had the motorhome with a trailer on it. There was no where near enough room for a U turn or a 3 point turn. There was only one thing to do. I pulled the motor home over onto the verge at the side of the road and unhooked the trailer. I then reversed the Motorhome past the trailer for about a half mile till the road got wider. I did a 3 point turn and then reversed back down the lane. Our trailer is not a small lightweight thing, it is a twin axle 2 tonne trailer with a glass furnace on it. I extended the jockey wheel to raise the front axle off the ground and then basically tugged at the trailer for about 20 minutes till I had turned it round. I was shattered. I wouldnt normally attempt to turn the trailer on my own, I would ask two or three people to help. I had no choice; it had to turn round.

I hooked the trailer back up and set off on my way, cursing the Sat Nav and my own stupidity!
Things were going fine now, trundeling along the A419 when she who must be obeyed chirped up with a new set of instructions. " Turn left in 300 yards and then turn left immediately!" I began to turn left and stopped part way round the corner. "Where the hell is she taking me now?" I thought. The first road was small but the second left was tiny and went under the main A419. I got out the map and looked for Gatcombe Park. It wasnt there! I was later told that it is not on the map for security reasons. So I had a close look at the Sat Nav. It was showing one mile to go. I pressed the zoom out button and it showed no other alternative roads. Faced with what seemed to be no choice I followed the Sat Nav's route and went along Knapps Lane. After going under the A419 the lane narrowed dramatically. The trees were touching both sides of the Motorhome. It is also Autumn (Fall for my American readers) so the lane was deep in wet leaves. I crossed a small canal and then the lane went almost vertically upwards. I could smell the clutch burning as I struggled up the hill. Then suddenly the grip on the road was gone. The wet leaves had won and I was rolling backwards down this tiny lane. I mannaged to stop the roll by getting the trailer off the road and stuck in a mud bank. I turned the wheels of the Motorhome as far as I could, left it in gear, pulled the handbrake as hard as I could and turned off the engine. I then got out and pulled the handbrake on the trailer as hard as I could. My heart was pounding as I looked around only a few feet away was the edge of the canal! I wasnt taking pictures at this point so you will have to imagine the scene. I decided I needed some proffessional help. With the insurance policy for the Motorhome came a free AA membership but where on earth was the details. I had to phone home to Margaret to ask het where the membership pack was. "In the black wallet in the cupboard at the back of the van" she said. I looked back in the drivers cabin and down the inside. The van was on a near vertical slope and I was going to have to get back in and go to the end cupboard. I climbed back in and began to move slowly down the main cabin. As I reached half way I could hear the brakes begin to creak as the Motorhome tried to roll further backwards to the canal! I dropped flat to the floor and the rolling stopped. I crawled along the floor like a commando out of some awfull B movie to the back cupboard, grabbed the wallet and scrambled back up the hill to the drivers door and got our quickly. I called the AA and waited. At the bottom of the hill was a white transit van. There was no way he was going up the hill in a hurry with me blocking the road so I decided to advise him to find an alternative route. He said he was in no hurry and it looked as if I was in need of some help so he walked up the hill to survey the scene. While we were looking we could hear the brakes on the trailer groan as it tried to roll into the water! The Good Samaritan (I never did get his name) ran down the hill, got in his van and reversed it up till it touched the trailer and pulled on the breaks. "That 'll stop it rolling" he said, "Do you want a cup of tea?". He opened up the side door of his van, filled up a kettle and put it on a gas hob. He told me, as we had our cuppa, not even the locals would use Knapps Lane and it getts even steeper round the corner. After abou 40 minutes a very nice man from the AA arrived in a 6 wheel Four by Four. I know that cant be right but he told me it was a 4x4 and it had 6 wheels, so who knows what it was. He fastened a chain onto the front of the Motorhome and winched it down the hill. Then he did the same with the trailer. It probably took about an hour and a half to sort out after he arrived. The Good Samaritan then lead me the safer way to Gatcombe Park. Remember that this is supposed to reduce the stress involved in getting to these shows.

The set up for the show went very smoothly. For this show we had the end of a very large marquee rather than one on our own. Because of this we needed a few minor alterations to our normal set up but nothing too significant. At ten o'clock the doors opened and the crowds streamed in and it stayed busy till the show ended at six o'clock. During the four o'clock demonstration i was showing how hot the molten glass was by resting a bit of tisue paper on it. I do it all the time. The paper bursts into flames and everybody goes "Oooooh!". This time after it burst into flames it blew away and landed on the grass about four feet away from me. I made some poor joke about Windsor Castle going up in flames a few years ago so we had better be careful about the daughters house at the bottom of the hill! I looked up and at the back of the audience was Princess Anne!! If a hole had opened up just then I would have jumped in it! At the end of the show She came over for a chat with Timothy Lawrence. They were asking lots of questions about us and our business for around 20 minutes or so. Princess Anne commented that our prices were very reasonable considering the quality and the amount of work that had gone in to each piece. I said that Margaret has always wanted to make things that her Mother could afford. Princess Anne looked at us with a little twinkle in her eye and said that she thought her mother could afford them also!! After she had gone I went up to our 13 year old son Tim and said "do you know who that was?"
He looked blankly back at me.
"That is Royalty, that is the Princess" I said.
"Really?" answered Tim, "I thought David Beckham had blonde hair and that guy's hair was dark"
My jaw hit the floor, I was speechless.
"Its a joke Dad, it's a joke." said Tim.
I really fell for that one!!
That evening I told Margaret to phone her mother up and tell her. She is a fan of all things Royal. They were talking for ages.
The following day Princess Anne came back and bought a few bits and pieces. As Iwas carefully wrapping them up she commented, "Dont worry about the bubble wrap, I havent got far to to go."Then she said "Actually in this weather I could easily roll down the hill. Keep wrapping!" That little twinkle was back in her eye again. Just before she left this time she came up to me and said, "Give me some details so we can stay in touch. It looks like I've got a wedding coming up soon. How long does it take for set of glasses to be made?"
How many glasses are in a set and who's wedding she meant I dont really know, but I can guess!
Posted by Handmade glass at 08:04
Labels: Gatcombe Park, Glass blowing demonstration, Princess Anne, Royalty