Monday, 16 December 2024

Strolling Round Town: Aideburgh and Around Part 1

This is a new post though it covers the events of the 1st and 2nd of July 2024.
It will be moved to its appropriate chronological position shortly.

Fine Fish an Excellent Museum and a Church Full of Memorials

But first, Ickworth House

01-Jul-2024

Suffolk
Aldeburgh is just over 200 miles from home (North Staffordshire), but it is an easy journey, when there are no hold ups, and we had none. Following the M6 which morphs into the A14, there are no traffic lights or roundabouts for 170 miles. The final wander through rural Suffolk is a little slower, and the journey takes around four hours driving. We paused in Bury St Edmunds for a break and to visit Ickworth House.

Suffolk and its position within England)

Being third son, Frederick Hervey never expected to inherit the Earldom of Bristol or the Ickworth estate, so he went into the church, as third sons often did. He was ordained in 1754 and  by 1768 he was Bishop of Derry and doing an eccentrically conscientious job.

His older brothers succeeded to the title and estate, one after another. Both died relatively young and without legitimate issue, so in 1779 Frederick Hervey became the 4th Earl of Bristol aged 49. He liked to be known as the Earl Bishop but held some surprisingly progressive views. After dabbling in Irish nationalist politics in 1783 the authorities decided he should absent himself from Ireland,

Now Ickworth was his he, designed himself an implausible house – two widely separated wings linked by a rotunda.

Model of Ickwoth House

He spent much of his time travelling around Europe indulging his passion for buying art. The Rotunda, intended to display his collection, was the only part finished in his life time. Unfortunately, he lost his collection, trying to return home through France during the Napoleonic wars.

The Ickworth Rotunda

The rotunda belongs to the National Trust and is open to visitors. There are bedrooms and drawing rooms, their walls covered with largely English art…

Arty drawing room in the Rotunda, Ickworth House

… and other rooms stuffed with treasure.

Silver room, Ickworth Rotunda

He continued to travel, dying in Italy in 1803. He tendency to roll into town and put up the very best hotel led to a fashion for hotel owners renaming their properties ‘Hotel Bristol.’ There are still 50 in Italy, 20 in France and dozens more dotted across Europe and beyond.

His heirs completed the house, the east wing is now a hotel, the west wing a conference centre.

Ickworth east wing

We made use of the café and continued towards Aldeburgh

Arriving at Aldeburgh

We reached Aldeburgh in the late afternoon. The former fisherman’s cottage we had rented was in West Lane which connects the High Street with The Terrace. The lane is 40m long, and as The Terrace is 4m higher than the High Street, ends with a flight steps, the top being steep, narrow and with right-angled turns.

West Lane, Aldeburgh

We found a parking place on The Terrace and wrestled our baggage down to the cottage.

Our home for the week, Aldeburgh

The cottage felt surprisingly spacious for a two-up, two-down, was fully renovated and equipped with many things that would have boggled the minds of the earliest inhabitants, but we believe we cannot live without.

We cooked dinner, opened a bottle of wine and watched television – living the dream!

Aldeburgh Pronunciation Guide

Aldeburgh
Two recent posts were set in Wales, (Pontcysyllte and Llangollen) where place names can be problematic for anglophones, but sometimes even English place names do not sound quite as English-speaking foreigners might reasonably expect. All but the most uninformed tourist knows that Edinburgh is pronounced Edin – bruh, and the same applies to Scottish towns like Helensburgh and Fraserburgh. Aldeburgh is in southern England, 420 miles south of Edinburgh and as far as I know the only -burgh in England, but it too is pronounced Ald-bruh, just like Edinburgh – though with an extra redundant ‘e’.

02-Jul-2024

Aldeburgh Morning Stroll

There was no great rush to be up and out and there were some routine matters to deal with before setting out on a tentative exploration. We encountered some sunshine during our stay, but Tuesday was typical of the summer of ’24, threatening rain, and occasionally delivering.

With 2,500 inhabitants Aldeburgh has the design and facilities of a small town, rather than a large village. We walked to the High Street, which is wide and lined with apparently thriving businesses and turned north, away from the town centre.

We passed sturdy Edwardian homes….

Sturdy Edwardian homes, Aldeburgh

….flower filled gardens…

Flower filled gardens, Aldeburgh

….and after turning right onto Victoria Road, the attractive Mill Inn. Everything in this town is in good repair and well looked-after.

the Mill Inn, Aldeburgh

Between the end of Victoria Road and the expanse of shingle beach is Aldeburgh’s impressive Moot Hall.

Moot Hall

The Moot Hall is a timber framed building with brick nogging (I have learned a new word), a gabled roof and an overhanging upper floor, supported by intricately carved brackets. It dates from the first half of the 16th century and could not look more Tudor. The ground floor porch and windows have been restored, but still reflect this period.

Aldeburgh Moot Hall

Originally, Aldeburgh’s town hall, it has served as a meeting place for the borough council, municipal offices and a jail. It is now the home of Aldeburgh Museum, which does not open in the mornings, so we will return in the afternoon.

Snooks

We briefly sheltered from the rain before moving on to the boating lake, overlooked by a statue of Snooks, the dog of popular husband and wife doctors Robin and Nora Acheson. They came to Aldeburgh 1931 and Snoops joined the practice in 1943. Snooks and Dr Robin both died in 1959 while Dr Nora continued practising here until her death in 1981. The statue, unveiled in 1961, is the work of Gwynneth Holt. It commemorates the service of the two doctors, but also Snooks who sometimes went on house calls and was for many years an integral part of the team.

Snooks

The statue was stolen in 2003, this is a replica casting. In 2013 the original was found and now stands in the garden of the Community Hospital the Acheson’s helped found. Some citizens have been concerned for Snooks welfare and he was wearing a bonnet on this cool summer’s day. In winter he has various coats and scarves to ward off the chill.

The Fish Shacks

Aldeburgh’s origins are in fishing. That industry has declined but a few boats still unload their catch on the shingle beach. From the Moot Hall northwards, the path passes a series of sheds perched on the edge of the shingle.

Fish shacks, Aldeburgh

This is where to go to buy the finest and freshest of fish….

An Aldeburgh fish shack

…. or, for a change smoked fish.

Smoked fish shack

It might look like a line of shacks; indeed, it is a line shacks, but even when bought in a shack, fish of this quality and freshness can never be cheap. This was the first of our visits to the fish shacks, what we bought and what made of it is covered in a separate post called Eating Aldeburgh.

We returned home with our purchases and one of them became a light lunch.

A More Purposeful Afternoon

Aldeburgh Museum

In the afternoon we returned to the Moot Hall, climbed the stairs and were warmly welcomed by the enthusiast who took our small fee. He would never have believed it when he was young, he told us, but in mature years he felt delighted and privileged to volunteer in such an excellent local museum.

Too much was packed into one room to cover everything, but here are some highlights.

The Roof of the Moot Hall is one of those roofs that Tudor carpenters could throw up without drawings and with precious little measuring,

The roof of the Moot Hall

The History of the Coastline is told in maps. I have been unable to find the equivalent on-line, but here is a picture of the current coastline.

Aldeburgh and Orford Ness (Map from Bing, copyright TomTom)

The River Alde almost reaches the sea south off Aldeburgh, but longshore drift has created a spit, known as Orford Ness, which means the river must travel a further 10 miles to find the sea. It was not always thus, and it will be different in the future; there are places where the coastline is (literally) set in stone, but much of England’s east coast it surprisingly mobile.

In Roman times the River Alde emptied straight into the sea and the coast was 3km east of its present position. When the Normans arrived the North Sea was slightly wider and longshore drift had started to develop what would become Orford Ness. By the 16th century Orford harbour was in decline, but a new harbour was developing at Slaughden between Aldeburgh and Orford (the village is not on modern maps). Since then, the streets and houses seaward of the Moot Hall have been claimed by the sea, as has the village of Slaughden, and its harbour

They have a 14th Century Chest with three locks, so all three keyholders had to be present to open it. It would probably have held parish documents and other items of value. Whisper it quietly, but Newton Abbot Museum in Devon has a chest with eight locks!

14th century chest, Aldeburgh Museum

Matthew Hopkins. 1645 was a difficult year. Taxes were high, disease was rampant, the harvest had failed and pirates plagued the Suffolk coast. Clearly Aldeburgh was beset by witches. In December, they called in Matthew Hopkins, the self-styled Witchfinder General. His investigation led to the arrest of seven, elderly and vulnerable women. They were imprisoned in the Moot Hall jail, the remains of which can be seen outside the building.

The remains of the prison at the back of the Moot Hall, Aldeburgh

They were given no food and watched see if their familiar spirits came to feed them and so prove their guilt. No spirits came, but if you leave people without food in an unheated prison in the middle of winter, they will do anything to get out. Seven self-confessed witches were subsequently hanged in February 1646. This did nothing to improve Aldeburgh’s situation, but it did provide Matthew Hopkins with a fat fee. It was not the town’s proudest moment.

Newson and Louisa Garrett and their Offspring. Newson Garrett (1812-93) was a prosperous businessman providing malted barley to the brewers of Suffolk from his maltings at Snape near Aldeburgh. He married Louisa Dunnell and they had 11 children, 8 surviving into adulthood. He was mayor of Aldeburgh 1889-90. Aldeburgh has had mayors since 1527, but he was the first to have an official mugshot.

Newson Garret, top left

So far, so unremarkable among the Victorian bourgeoisie, and it is no surprise that the photograph also includes the Garrett’s youngest son George (mayor 1898-1901 and 1906).

The next photo (almost) includes their son-in-law James Anderson, (1893-4 and 1906), and, right in the centre, their daughter (and by then widow of the son-in-law), Elizabeth Garrett Anderson, not just Aldeburgh’s, but Britain’s first female mayor.

Elizabeth Garrett Anderson as mayor of Aldeburgh

But that was the least of her achievements, she was also the first woman in Britain to qualify as a doctor. Her formal education was sketchy and involved no mathematics or science (not girl’s subjects) and there was no existing route into the medical profession for women. Her long and ultimately successful battle against the establishment was won because she was outstandingly able – when permitted to enter examinations, she consistently achieved the top mark - and phenomenally persistent.

Given the strictures of the age, she remarkably found time to marry and have a family. Her daughter Louisa qualified as a doctor and became Britain’s first female surgeon.

Elizabeth Garrett Anderson was one of the most important women of her generation, incredibly, the same can be said of one of her sisters.

Millicent, eleven years Elizabeth’s junior, is better known by her married name, Millicent Fawcett. From 1897-1919 she led the National Union of Women's Suffrage Societies and worked for women’s higher education, as a governor of Bedford College, London and co-founder of Newnham College, Cambridge. She was instrumental in introducing the 1918 Representation of the People Act giving votes to women over 30 (subject to some restrictions).

One hundred years later Millicent Fawcett was the first women to be honoured with a statue in Parliament Square - now, why did that take so long?

Millicent Fawcett, statue by Gillian wearing, Photo; Garry Knight (Public Domain)

Roman Finds. Downstairs as we left, we passed a case containing a copper alloy head, a sword, some lamps, a spoon and other local Roman finds.

Roman finds, Aldeburgh museum

The Scallop

From the Moot Hall, we walked up past the fish shacks towards the Scallop.

Apparently growing organically from the shingle beech, The Scallop was installed in 2003 as a tribute to composer and long-time Aldeburgh resident Benjamin Britten. Crafted from stainless steel by Maggi Hambling, the open scallop shell stands some 4 meters high.

The Scallop, Aldeburgh

Walking round the back allows you to read the inscription and appreciate the weathering of the steel and the part-abstract nature of the work.

The Scallop, rear view. I have turned the camera for the inscription, the sea at Aldeburgh is not really on a slope!

‘I hear those voices that will not be drowned’ is from Montagu Slater’s libretto to Peter Grimes, Britten’s best-known opera. The opera which premiered in 1945 is based on a poem from The Borough a collection published by local poet George Crabbe in 1810.

Set in an English fishing village the opera explores themes of judgment, isolation, and human frailty, set against the backdrop of the sea which Britten's music makes a character in its own right.

Maggi Hambling’s sculptures are often controversial and The Scallop is no exception. Some locals love it, some object to the way it alters the natural landscape of the beach, some just object to it. Whatever your view, it is undeniable that visitors to Suffolk do come to see it (yes, we did.)

The Church of St Peter and St Paul, Aldeburgh

Walking back into town we detoured to the parish church of St Peter and St Paul. I failed to photograph the outside where a stumpy tower presides over a low, wide building, originally 14th century but much altered over the centuries. The large windows mean the interior is well lit.

Inside Aldeburgh Parish Church

The font is an excellent example of 15th-century Perpendicular Gothic style with the traditional octagonal shape.

The font, Aldeburgh Parish Church

Unwanted attention from the Puritans means that much of the font's carving was damaged in the 17th century.

Defaced Angel on the font

The impressive carved oak pulpit may be late medieval or early post-Reformation.

Pupit, Aldeburgh parish church

There are memorials to Elizabeth Garret Anderson,….

Elizabeth Garrett Anderson Memorial, Aldeburgh Parish Church

….Benjamin Britten, in the form of a stained-glass window by John Piper (1903-92), best known for the huge Baptistry Window in Coventry Cathedral. Three sections depict Britten’s settings of The Prodigal Son (1968), The Curlew River (1964) from a Japanese Noh play and The Burning Fiery Furnace (1966)

John Piper's Benjamin Britten memorial, Aldeburgh

…and poet George Crabbe, who is now hardly remembered, but whose work inspired Britten.

George Crabbe memorial, Aldeburgh Parish Church

St Peter and St Paul Graveyard

Many of the Garrett family, including Elizabeth, are buried in the churchyard, ….

The Garrett family plot, Aldeburgh Parish Church

…as is Benjamin Britten, the most important British composer of the middle and later 20th century. Born in Lowestoft, he moved to Snape after retuning from America in 1942 and shortly afterwards to Aldeburgh where he stayed until his death in 1976. He founded the Aldeburgh Festival which has been held annually since 1948.

Benjamin Britten, Aldeburgh Parish Church

Peter Pears was a singer and Britten’s professional and personal partner from 1937 until Britten’s death. Although homosexual activity was illegal until 1968, Britten and Pears relationship was an open secret. Provided they behaved in public, nobody seemed to mind.

Peter Pears

Imogen Holst was the daughter of composer Gustav Holst, who was more English than his name suggests. She never married and dedicated her life first to her father’s musical legacy and then to assisting Benjamin Britten. She was co-director of the Aldeburgh Festival from 1956-77. Since the early 1960s the main auditorium for the festival has been the Snape Maltings, once owned by Newson Garrett.

Imogen Holst, Aldeburgh Parish Church

And so ends the first post from Aldeburgh

Aldeburgh and Around

Part 1: Strollng Round Town
Eating Aldeburgh

and much more to come

Tuesday, 10 December 2024

Kozhikode (Formerly Calicut): Kerala and More Part 3

This is a new post though it covers the events of the 6th of September 2023.
It will be moved to its appropriate chronological position shortly.

A Mercantile City by the Sea

28-Feb-2024

Kochi to Kozhikode


India
Kerala
Our plan was to spend Thursday exploring the city of Kozhikode, so we had to spend Wednesday getting there from Kochi. Kerala is a long thin strip up the coast of south west India and the distance from one to the other is around 180km. The ride up the coast on Route 66 – yes, India has one, too – is the shortest route and takes 5¾ hours. The more inland route through Thrissur is 30km longer and 15 minutes quicker. Road travel in India is never fast, most roads have one lane in each direction, roadworks are common, few towns have by-passes and Kerala is heavily populated, 34 million people living at 890/km² (cf England 438/km², California 97/km²).

Kerala

Kochi’s metropolitan area has 2.1 million inhabitants,so leaving it takes some time, Sasi navigating through apparently endless suburbia…

Kochi's endless suburbs

… until we found a larger road - most roads have one lane each way, but not all! Dual carriageways present other problems. Flocks of motorbikes swoop around like starlings at dusk, and trucks, always in the outer lane, force overtaking cars to carve a path through the bike's flighty world.

A three lane road takes us out of Kochi

Beyond the city, Sasi stopped for coffee. He left us to it, and after ordering we were each brought a small shiny metal cup of coffee, sitting in a shiny metal bowl. As we discussed how to proceed, the manager strolled over, poured my coffee from the cup into the bowl, then from a great height, poured it back, twice. Keralan coffee is best aerated.

The bill was tiny. As ever, where tourists are rare, we were welcomed as guests and treated in a friendly and fair manner. In tourist hotspots we are faceless cyphers in an over-monied and often rude and overbearing crowd, just ripe for the fleecing.

Mandi Lunch

It was after two before we paused for lunch. Sasi was clearly looking for a particular restaurant as he drove up the outside lane inspecting the buildings on the opposite side. I think he failed but, finding a gap in the central reservation he, U-turned and drove 200 metres back to a restaurant he hoped would do. It seemed to be called Mandi. Who, I thought, is Mandy?

The lunchtime service had been busy and there were few available tables. Drivers customarily see their clients settled, then disappear but like many mid-range restaurants, Mandi had AC and non-AC seating, and the empty tables were in the non-air-conditioned area. Sasi hovered, leaving us in non-AC would mean he had, in his own eyes, failed us, though we would have happily eaten beneath one of the ceiling fans. Just as this seemed inevitable the AC area cleared out and he quickly shepherded us to a newly vacant table.

A waiter arrived and asked, in English, what we would like. ‘A menu’ seemed a reasonable request. He pointed his phone at the QR code on the table and showed me an English menu. It read – ‘Chicken Mandi, Mutton Mandi, Paneer Mandi…..’ Light dawned slowly. We were in a ‘mandi restaurant’ and ‘mandi’ was what they did. We had no idea what that was, but ordered two mutton mandi and waited to find out.

The Mandy arrived quickly, looking a lot like meals we had eaten in Oman which Yousef called ‘biriyani’ though maybe for our benefit (see Lunch in Sur in Sur and Turtles). Biryani-style rice was mixed with vegetables and topped with slabs of mutton apparently carved with an axe. No cutlery was on offer, so we washed our hands and got stuck in. It lacked the sophistication of its Omani sibling, but the fresh, well-spiced ingredients made a hearty meal. We would happily order it again.

Lynne and mutton mandi

Kerala, particularly Kozhikode, has had trading links with southern Arabia for millennia – it is only a trade wind away. More recently the area has supplied migrant workers to Oman and the Gulf states. Mandi is originally a Yemeni dish and returning migrants opened the first mandi restaurants in the early 2000s. After a slow growth it took off in 2018 and mandi restaurants are now all over the Kozhikode area.

Kozhikode

Harivihar

We reached the city around 5 o’clock. It has been officially called Kozhikode since independence in 1947 but under British rule it was Calicut, a Portuguese transliteration of the name used by Arab traders. The airport is still officially ‘Calicut International’ and the major university, Kerala’s largest, is the ‘University of Calicut.’ Maybe the locals say ‘Kozhikode’ to each other, but to us it was always Calicut. I will, however, stick with Kozhikode for this post.

With over 600,000 people the city is the heart of a metropolitan region of 3 million, but much of it is surprisingly green. Sasi found his way to an area northwest of the centre, where narrow lanes run between high walls protecting the privacy of large residences. A former royal manor-house built in 1850 by the Kadathanad royal family, once rulers of northern Kerala, now houses Harivihar, a ‘heritage homestay’ offering Ayurvedic and yoga treatments we would have no time for, and vegetarian meals.

Harivihar Wellness and Heritage Homestay

After checking in we took a pre-dinner stroll in the gardens, discovering the area around the pond was very popular with mosquitoes.

It would be an error to stand by this arch around dawn or dusk

At the appropriate time we presented ourselves for dinner and found we were the only guests. We had been warned that Harivihar served only vegetarian food, but in a country with a vegetarian majority, that is not unusual. This, however, was different. It was vegan rather than just vegetarian, much of the food was uncooked (though obviously not the rice), and spices and sauces were used with restraint. Everything was beautifully presented (pity we destroyed it before I took a photograph!) and we found the freshness and the occasional unusual flavour made an excellent and satisfying dinner.

It was a beautifully presented vegetarian meal when it arrived

29-Feb-2023

Breakfast at Harivihar

Breakfast was, of course, also vegan so no omelettes, but other South Indian breakfast treats were available, we had idlis with coconut chutney…

Idli with coconut chutney and sambar

… dosa...

Dosa, Harihvar

….and as much fresh fruit as we could eat. Some varieties of orange, as we discovered in Vietnam in 2012 (see Hue (1)) are green even when ripe, but this was the first time I had eaten one. Colour is skin deep, inside it is just an orange.

A green orange, Harihivar

Tali Shiva Temple and Student Police Cadets

Pleased with our vegan breakfast, we met up with Sasi and a local guide I shall call 'Mr Guide', partly because I have forgotten his name, and partly as a tribute to his sense of self-importance. Together we headed for central Kozhikode. Traffic never flows very freely here, but today, in and amongst the cars, there were dozens, possibly hundreds of young people in uniform. They seemed to be moving between a central building and a field where an event might be taking place later,

Taking great care not to drive over any of the youngsters, Sasi deposited us at the Tali Shiva Temple.

Tali Shiva Temple (the man leaving and the man on the left reclaiming his shoes are wearing mundu)

It does not look particularly old from this angle, but it was much improved by the local rulers in the 14th century and it was not new then. It was badly damaged during Tipu Sultan’s invasion in the 18th century (For more on Tipu Sultan, see the 2016 post Mysore, Somnathpur and Srirangapatnam) and underwent major restoration in 1964. Dedicated to Lord Shiva, its most treasured possession is a Swayambhu Lingam (self-manifested lingam) which ‘some believe’ (to quote the temple website) was installed by the legendary sage Parasurama. Parasurama, the 7th avatar of Lord Vishnu, is mentioned in the Ramayana, making him as historical as Achilles (though better heeled.)

The dress code for men is dhoti or mundu without shirts. I removed my shirt to enter Suchindram Temple in Tamil Nadu in 2016, but mercifully stayed covered here as temples in Kerala are open to Hindus only. A mundu, the traditional male attire in Southern India, is a piece of cloth wrapped around the waist and often folded to knee length for convenience.

A side view of the temple entrance shows the typical Kerala design of long eves shading slatted windows.

Traditional Kerala eves and slatted windows, Tali Shiva Temple

Next to (almost) every temple is a large artificial pool, known as a tank. Across the tank is a gopura, these brightly painted towers are common in Tamil Nadi but almost unknown in Kerala.

Tali Shiva Tank and a small gopura

Along the bank were a series of carved representations of important events in Hinduism, or perhaps local history. Unfortunately, I am too ignorant of both to attempt any interpretation.

Man on palanquin, beside the tank Kozhikode

There was also a magnificent tree I identified as a rain tree. Mr Guide corrected me, it is a peepul or bodhi tree, the tree under which the Budha was meditating when he achieved enlightenment.

Peepul or Bhodi tree, Kozhikode

Girls in uniform were fluttering around here, too. They were members of the SPC – Student Police Cadets – an initiative aimed at 13–16-year-olds with the usual worthy aims of such organisations – promoting civic responsibility, social awareness and leadership skills among them.

Our pale faces stood out in the crowds around the tank and they soon noticed us, small groups pointing and daring each other. Eventually the bravest broke ranks, walked up to Lynne, held her nerve and asked if she could have a photograph with us. Being asked for a photograph is common where foreigners are rare and of course we always say yes. Mr Guide was appalled, ‘allow one,’ he warned us ‘and they will all come. I will shoo them away.’ No, you won’t Mr Guide. We have been photographed by many people in many places, including large school groups in the citadel of Kabaw in Libya and a rock temple in southern China. We do not have a tight schedule, or any schedue at all, and ten or fifteen minutes spent to promoting international goodwill is time well spent. There were a dozen or more groups in the end, all very polite and smiley - and we got a photograph, too.

Student Police Cadets, Kozhikod

Tasara Arts Festival

Mr Guide suggested we might like to visit the Tasara arts festival, taking place nearby. It is an international event, though the entrance was distinctly low-key.

There are no big signs, no arrows pointing the way, just this on the gate

The festival was mostly outdoors, around a large house, its balconies and patios used for display purposes.

Paintings on the Balconies and patios, Tasara Arts Festival

Individuals were also showing their own work, some of which I liked,…

Hanna from Sweden has painted what might be a brain
Tasara Arts festival

…. and some I failed to understand.

Valerie from France has tied some twigs together and....?
Tasara Arts Festival

Other, perhaps more established, had their own areas and exhibitions.

More traditional painting from MG Narayan, Tasara Arts Festival

We spoke to an artist whose work we admired,....

An artist whose work we admired, Tasara Arts Festival

... and I owe him an apology. I have no photogrpah of his work, and I have lost the piece of paper with his name on it. If he ever finds his way to this page (a long shot) he will, at least, have a nice photograph to show his mum.

He happened to be local, but the festival attracts artists from across India, the rest of Asia and a fair sprinkling of Europeans. The only other British voices we heard in Kozhikode were inside the house discussing textiles.

There were crafts as well as arts, spinning….

Spinning, Tasara Arts Festival

….weaving…

Weaving, Tasara Arts Festival

… and swinging – perhaps less a craft than a silly person playing?

Swinging, Tasara Arts Festival

Mopilla Mosques

The Mopilla are descendants of Arabian traders who settled on the northern part of the Kerala coast six or seven hundred years ago. Over the centuries they have largely integrated into Kerala’s eight million strong Muslim community, but remain notable for their mosques.

The Miskhal Mosque, one of the oldest and largest, was built in the 14th century by Nakhuda Miskhal, a Yemeni shipowner and merchant who had settled in Kozhikode.

Miskhal Mosque Kozhikode

It once had five stories, but now has four, after a violent confrontation with the Portuguese in 1510. Like all Mopilla Mosques it is constructed of wood above the ground floor, and has the pronounced eves and slatted windows typical of Kerala. Domes and minarets are conspicuous by their absence.

Miskhal Mosque, end view

Islam was born in Arabia and the architecture of most mosques worldwide reflects that origin. Mopilla mosques do not. We first saw Mopilla mosques here in 2010 (pre-blog). In the 2020 post Praying Facing West, part of my Variety of Mosques thread, they can be seen in the context of other Asian mosques.

Wholesale Coconuts

Although this was our second visit, Kozhikode sees few tourists and has few of the usual tourist attractions – but that does not mean it lacks interesting things to see.

Kerala is estimated to have 180-200 million coconut trees, averaging around 5,000 per km². Coconuts are essential to Keralan life, and we visited a coconut wholesaler, whose business spread into the street in a most Indian fashion.

Grading coconuts in the street, Kozhikode

These men are coconut graders. They take two coconuts from the pile, tap them together and then lob them into the appropriate baskets depending on size and sonority of tap.

Unhusked ‘tender coconuts’ harvested at 7-9 months are for drinking, these are mature coconuts harvested at 11 or 12 month and have had the husk and copra removed. The biggest with large kernels and high water content are premium grade. Slightly small and with lower water content are used for domestic consumption and oil production – coconut oil is essential to the cuisine of Kerala (see Cooking the Kerala Way). The smallest are often given to the gods. Offerings are an integral part of puja, the Hindu worship ritual, with flowers, incense and a coconut being a typical offering.

Inside are enough coconuts to keep the graders busy....

Plenty more coconuts inside

...and gangs of men packing sorted coconuts for onward transport. Inside the atmosphere is hot and dusty, some workers covering their faces with scarves. In an ideal world they would all have protective masks, but Indian health and safety awareness is in its infancy.

Packing the coconuts

Lighthouse and Marine Bungalow

Before heading for lunch, a short detour took us past two of Kozhikode’s ‘must sees,’ the lighthouse….

Kohzikode Lighthouse

….and, next door, the Port Marine Bungalow. Why?

Port Marine Bungalow, Kozhikode

Lunch

Mr Guide took us to a restaurant that was good enough to be regularly full and they had set out chairs in the street for those waiting. The young man next to me asked how old I was. Mr Guide leapt down his throat, telling him, rather sharply, it was very rude in our culture to ask a person’s age. But my chair was situated in the middle of his culture, so I told him I was 74 and asked how old he was. ‘26’ he replied, a little surprised. I told him I had been 26 once, which, as intended, he found more amusing than informative. The conversation might have progressed but a man arrived to tell us a table was available. Predictably, we ate a curry of some sort, which must have been pleasant enough, but failed to stick in my memory.

Calicut Cathedral

After a morning with the Hindus and lunch with the Muslims (Muslims run a disproportionately large number of restaurants) we next visited the Catholic Cathedral. Kerala’s religious make-up differs from the Indian norm where Hindus are 80% of the population, Muslims 14% and Christians head a long list of ‘others’ at 2.3%. Kerala is 55% Hindu, 25% Muslim and 20% Christian.

The Cathedral is a handsome building…

Catholic Cathedral, Kozhikode

…officially known, according to the plaque outside, as the Matri Dei Cathedral, Calicut, which mixes Latin and English and ends with the old name for Kozhikode, originally used by the Portuguese.

Vasco da Gama’s 1497 expedition was the first to round the Cape of Good Hope and he landed at Kozhikode in May 1498 giving Portuguese traders unimpeded access to the spices and other riches of the Malabar coast for a couple of centuries. The Plaque records the first Cathedral being built by the Zamorin (King) of Calicut under the ‘supervision’ of two Jesuit priests. The 1724 extension were also the work of the Zamorin – supervised by a Portuguese Priest. There were no Zamorins by the time of the 2008 renovation, after which the cathedral was rededicated by the Bishop of Calicut.

Inside the cathedral, Kohzikode

Across the courtyard outside, is a catholic secondary school where Mr Guide had once been a pupil. I think it gave him part-ownership of the cathedral.

Archaeology Museum

It had been a long day, we were still jet-lagged, and although we usually adjust quickly to Indian temperatures, we were struggling with the 33° heat and high humidity – and Mr Guide was continuing to be opinionated and wrong. Although the museum was probably interesting, I was not interested, I wanted to sit down and have a cool drink. Mr Guide failed to realise he was losing his audience and insisted on describing every single exhibit. We listened politely, but the visit felt interminable.

Dinner at Harivihar

Eventually we escaped, Sasi drove is back to Harivihar and we said goodbye to Mr Guide. Later, dinner erased any lingering doubt, that a vegan meal can taste good and be completely satisfying.

Vegan dinner, Harivihar. I am not quite sure what it was, but it was good.

Again, I did not take a picture until too late, but do not really know what they did or what we ate, except that we liked it.

Kerala and More

Part 1: Cooking the Kerala Way
Part 2: Kochi: Not Really a Free Day
Part 3: Kozhikode (Formerly Calicut)

and much more to come