The Greyhound inn

An old pub in Penkhull, Stoke-on-Trent. It was once the local court house where trials used to take place. This is my photo of its public house sign.

From The Potteries.org website:

The Greyhound Inn, Penkhull


The Greyhound Inn, Penkhull
pen drawing by Neville Malkin – Dec 1975
“Opposite the west door of Penkhull church is the 16th century Greyhound Inn, a building that incorporates the former courthouse of the manor of Newcastle-under-Lyme.

During the Middle Ages the castle at Newcastle was the venue for manorial courts, but the building became increasingly unsafe, and the meeting place was transferred to Stoke, where courts were being held in the middle years of Elizabeth Ist’s reign. The court moved again in the 1580s when it was first incorporated into the Greyhound at Penkhull. Towards the end of her reign the court moved back again to Stoke where it continued to be held until the mid-1620s, when it appears to have been held alternately at Stoke and Penkhull; from 1635 to about 1817 all courts were normally held at Penkhull, except a small one at Clayton. By 1829 courts were being held at the Wheatsheaf Hotel in Stoke, and from 1854 the court was held in Hanley.

The Greyhound, which is now covered in stucco, was largely rebuilt in 1936, with parts of the original 16th century wooden frame structure being preserved. The main block, which runs parallel with the main road, and a small back wing, are still of timber construction but the two-floor cross-wing at the south end has been entirely rebuilt in brick. A massive chimney between the two main blocks originally had stone fireplaces with four centred arches on both floors, but in 1936 the one in the central bar was replaced by that from the room above. A small room at the north end of the building has original 16th century panelling, partly reset, and a courtroom with oak benches around the walls; a seat for the presiding official is said to have been in existence until the major alterations of 1936. I am also told that the cellars were at one time used for the lock-up, where prisoners awaiting trial were held.”


Neville Malkin 17th Dec 1975

I hope it’s OK to publish this information. I will delete if I breaching copyright.

My bike

Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).

45 years ago I bought myself a ladies mixtie frame 10 speed bike.

It cost £120 which was a lot of money then and as a student I had to pay monthly to get it. I think it took me 6 months.

But it got me through college and into the first jobs I had. It was my method of visiting family and friends. I must have ridden thousands of miles on it.

Bikes are a means of transport for all sorts of people. Who needs ebikes. Keep cycling.

X deleted

After 14 years and about 200 followers I’ve left X/Twitter. It was feeling pointless and I rarely used it.

I decided to try out Threads and it just felt friendlier, and then as I tried to post to both apps, X seemed more and more boring. Endless silly questions about where you went to school, were you around during the moon landings? Do you know one word that explains making bread? Trivial stuff. I’m not saying my new choice will be any better, but I’m giving it a go.

Anyway it’s nice not to be supporting Musk. X(kiss)

Art

What was your favorite subject in school?

I’ve loved art since I was a child. In fact, at school I would finish paintings ahead of everyone else in my class. One day I painted the wooden bit of my pencils to match the coloured part of them. I actually got in trouble for doing that. But I was bored. I got sent to see the headmaster (I was about 7),but ran into the cloakroom and hid. I was fetched back to class in tears and very upset. So much so my class thought I’d been smacked for painting the pencils! I was too upset to tell them what had really happened. I still loved art though!

Looking out for him.

An old digital drawing from about 7 years ago.

I used to like singing “blow the wind southerly” and actually got to sing it in a pantomime a few years ago. We were pretending to be in a singing competition and I tried to sound like Catherine Ferrier?

It’s about a woman waiting for her lover to come back to her from across the sea. It’s very old fashioned but lovely and it’s a contralto piece that suits my rather deep voice. Anyway I did this digital drawing after being inspired by the song. X

All day yesterday

It felt like I spent a whole day looking at people’s comments about the American election. The website Threads was full of discussions about how frightening it is for women.

It seems that support for Trump has increased across the country, feelings that he is some sort saviour abound. Why?

And what about his felonies, his lies, his bankruptcies? It seems that these things have been spoken about so much they have been normalised. It’s that old idea, water off a ducks back.

As long as eggs and milk are cheaper, who cares about cutting health care and pensions. I’m aghast at how selfish the results seem. We will see what happens. But it’s also frightening for the rest of the world.

Time to sort things out

Do you need time?

Yes I need time

Health, life, memory, stuff.

I need to have time to learn about aspects of my health. I’m gradually finding things out that I never knew. I need to listen to experts and scientific fact and find out how I can support myself.

My life needs organising, the last year has been horrendous. Lots of stressors and worries. Trying to sort out paperwork and filling in so many forms. I keep finding things I should have done.

Memories are fading of my soul mate. I long to hear his voice. To hear a recording of him would be good. But seeing photos can cut too deep. Maybe I need more time to come to terms with what’s happened.

Stuff? That’s the pile of stuff that’s in front of me, things that need organising, removing or storing. All that takes time, which is what I need!

Spooky yawn

Caught in a yawn, the cats are all in as my neighbours on both sides have both had bonfires. I’m rather annoyed. The closer neighbour had a very smoky, smelly fire, it’s meant the clothes on my line will need washing again. The one further down the road has a real blaze with black smoke billowing up from it at the moment.

I think they are burning an old tyre? I actually rang them up because there was nothing, then suddenly a whoosh of flame. I guess they poured some petrol on their fire? It frightened me and I was going to ring the fire brigade. I thought it was unattended but then I saw a shadowy figure through what’s left of my hedge after they hacked it back on their side!

So I’m stressed as I don’t want the cats to get hurt and the local hedgehogs may have been burnt 😢. Stay Safe X

What will happen tomorrow?

The world turns,

Cities fight for freedom,

One land or another is overwhelmed.

War, pestilence, natural disasters.

We seem to have all four horsemen

Riding around, a melee of fears?

The question is

What can we do?

Politics and Peace?

Politicians and War?

Who decides,

We do!

Imagine a world of peace

As Lennon sang

Idealistic but needed.