#Basildon Park

[artandthebible]

God the Father and the Holy Spirit

Artist: Pompeo Girolamo Batoni (Italian, 1708-1787)

Date: 1740-1743

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: National Trust Collections, United Kingdom

Description

In this striking painting, the figures of God the Father and the Holy Spirit (in the form of a dove) are depicted in energetic movement. It is one in a set of twelve paintings of God the Father and the apostles by Pompeo Batoni, the acclaimed Roman artist of the Grand Tour. Batoni was probably inspired by an earlier set by Rubens, studio replicas of which were in the Pallavicini collection in Rome by 1665.

The set was commissioned in 1740 by one of Batoni's most dedicated patrons, Count Cesare Merenda. Merenda acquired 30 paintings by Batoni and displayed them in his palace in Forlì, south-east of Bologna. The Merenda collection was dispersed in 1959. In addition to this painting of God the Father, seven paintings from this set now hang at Basildon Park.

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Pompeo Batoni (Italian, 1708-1787) St. Peter, c.1740-43 National Trust, Basildon Park "And the second time the cock crew. And Peter called to mind the word that Jesus said unto him, Before the cock crow twice, thou shalt deny me thrice. And when he thought thereon, he wept" (Mark 14:72). In the Gospel of Matthew 16:19, Jesus says to Peter, "And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven."

[emma-hahn]

Hello world! I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA these past few months. I can’t say I won’t disappear again but I’m coming back to share with you the little Downton Abbey road trip I made last month :)

I also made a vlog about it (there’s English Subtitles), the Downton part is in the first 20 minutes. You can find it here 👇🏻

I went to Bampton (aka Downton Village), Cogges Manor Farm (aka Yew Tree Farm), Portal Memorial Hall (aka the school) and Basildon Park (aka Grantham house).

[hildegardavon]

Marco Liberi, 1640-1725

The Three Graces holding Cupid in the clouds, n/d, oil on canvas, 58x67 cm

National Trust, Basildon Park Inv. 266922

[likeablushrose]

Basildon Park, england

[ukrfeminism]

The first person in England to be convicted of a cyberflashing offence has been jailed for 66 weeks.

Nicholas Hawkes was convicted under the Online Safety Act after cyberflashing became an offence in England and Wales on 31 January.

The 39-year-old, from Basildon in Essex, was already a convicted sex offender when he sent unsolicited images of his genitals to a 15-year-old girl and a woman on 9 February, the Crown Prosecution Service said.

Southend crown court heard on Tuesday that Hawkes asked to use his father’s phone to call probation. He went into another room, where he sent the indecent photo via WhatsApp to a woman in her 60s. Minutes later, on the same device, he sent an explicit image to the child over iMessage, who was said to have been left “overwhelmed and crying”.

Both victims took screenshots of the messages and the woman reported him to Essex police the same day.

David Barr, prosecuting, said the offences “fall as part of an established pattern of behaviour of the defendant”.

Despite his previous offending, Hawkes has reportedly not received any treatment. Though he was offered 12 appointments with a psychiatrist, he never received them as the waiting list was too long, the court heard.

Hawkes admitted during an earlier hearing at Southend magistrates’ court to two counts of sending a photograph or film of genitals to cause alarm, distress or humiliation.

Cyberflashing can involve offenders sending people an unsolicited sexual image on social media, dating apps, Bluetooth or Airdrop. Victims of the offence and other image-based abuses receive lifelong anonymity under the Sexual Offences Act.

Hawkes was on the sex offender register after being convicted last year of sexual activity with a child under 16 and exposure, for which he received a community order.

On Tuesday, he pleaded guilty to breaching the order and breaching a suspended sentence for another sexual offence.

He was jailed for 66 weeks and handed a restraining order for the woman and the girl lasting 10 years, and a sexual harm prevention order banning him from approaching women who he does not know on public highways and in parks for 15 years.

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Red Room ~ Basildon Park

[ansicred]

LECHAN YN Y GWAED | welsh (+ welsh descendant) ocs | part two: frank

You wouldn't think it from looking at his name or hearing him, but Frank is of Welsh descent; both of his parents are Welsh, having originally come from quarryman's town Blaenau Ffestiniog (near the Eryri National Park) in Gwynedd, before they moved to Dagenham/London for work and then to Basildon in Essex to raise their family. This means that he is, technically speaking, a 1st generation immigrant to England, having been born and raised there. His only tangible connection to Blaenau is having been there as a kid during school holidays to visit family, and knowing/understanding but not being able to speak very much Welsh (and using that area's slang). He knows all the nursery rhymes/child-level limericks (Gee Ceffyl Bach, Dau Gi Bach, Fuoch Chi Erioed Yn Morio), the national anthem, and folk songs and is able to recite/sing them in the original language -- but, aside from the odd swear word and basic phrases picked up from his parents, that's about as far his ability in the language really stretched. Before he died, he had been learning more conversational Welsh in his spare time and had even taught Suzy some things so she could share in his heritage -- both particularly liked listening to bands such as Bwncath. Thanks to his parents, and having gone out of his way to learn it for himself, Frank is very much aware of Welsh history but is especially knowledgeable about the cultural and industrial history of North Western Wales and its relation to quarrying (and a very specific, unique kind of blue-purple slate, and everything attached to that - including the people & quarries involved - is now protected under UNESCO World Heritage). He knows the Nid Oes Bradwr (There Is No Traitor) history better than anything and, in the 80s, he made a point of pasting a homemade sticker version of the sign that read 'Nid Oes Bradwr Yn Y Band Hwn' (There Is No Traitor In This Band, essentially meaning 'No Scabs In This Band') onto his bass guitars and he had hand-printed a whole series of T-shirts with the same phrase on the front and frequently wore them on UK-based television appearances as an act of solidarity with Welsh miners who were striking. Although he is in his right to refer to himself as a Welshman and he does actively engage with the language, culture, and history, Frank feels it would be disrespectful because he was born in England and therefore considers himself an Englishman. He has even turned down an arbitrary Honorary Welshman title from cousins (and their friends) after Odd Foxes got big because he doesn't think it's right to call himself that when he wasn't born in the 'mamwlad'. Before he died, he was very much pro-independence and outright stated so multiple times, because he felt like Wales should be free to properly rule/govern itself instead of being stuck to the imperial colonial country next door's idea of a 'union'.

[bikepackinguk]

Day One Hundred and Nine

On we go for the final push!

The A2 is horrifically busy as I push through the evening, but I decide to keep firmly out of the traffic and slowly schlep along the pavement.

Not technically legal but I keep a low pace to avoid inconveniencing pedestrians, and even a few of them comment that they don't blame me for avoiding the road proper. I even ride alongside a few police vans who similarly turn a blind eye.

On through Chatham and Rochester, it's a busy Saturday night with plenty of revelry and carousing going on as I plod on through the streets and iver the River Medway.

Out the other side of Strood, the A2 converts from a suburban thoroughfare to a major dual carriageway. Fortunately there is a loop around through some back roads here to head along the trails beside the traffic.

I'm very glad I packed my bike lights as the route through the forested sections is pitch black, and out beside the road is little better. Though my front light has taken some water damage over the trip and is being pretty temperamental; I can only hope it manages to hold on through the night.

I maintain a slow and steady pace to carry on as if there are any obstructions or holes in the road then I won't see them until the last moment.

The dark trails lead on, periodically emerging into the light to navigate around a junction before sliding once more slipping back into the depths of night.

The trails finally begin to peel away from the A2 as the pavements join the A296 to lead in to Stone, where some navigating through the streets takes me up to the large junction at the Dartford Crossing.

Cycling isn't allowed through the tunnel nor over the bridge, but there is a free government-run service to take bicycles across. I follow the cycle trail round the junction and down to the waiting area, which has a dedicated phone line to call for a pickup.

I haven't even touched the phone when I'm greeted by a nearby worker for the Highways Agency and within the blink of an eye the bike is loaded onto the back of a van and securely tethered with bungee cords.

Onwards! I'm driven around the maintenance roads and down into the tunnel under the River Thames, accompanied by an escort of flashing warning lights from the agency vehicle ahead of us. Very swiftly it's over to the dropoff point north of The Thames and I'm back in Essex for the first time in over three months.

Time for the home stretch! Up along the paving past Lakeside Shopping Centre, I headnout from Grays and onto the A1013 as it heads along beside the more tradficked A13 to reach Stanford-le-Hope, before skirting around the edge of Basildon to get around the nastier parts of the A13.

Many of the street lights in the region are turned off in the quieter parts of night here, and the roads are again bathed in darkness which makes for very slow and careful progress.

There's a stiff climb up into Hadleigh, then some more cautious riding to lead down through Leigh-on-Sea to head back to the shoreline, where the street lighting is much improved.

A few climbs are surmounted around the cliffs by Leigh, before I roll down to pick up the cycle pathing at Westcliff-on-Sea and begin the last push eastwards.

It's on past some major locales of my childhood here, with the ride heading along Southend seafront and its famously long pier lit up over the water.

Past the arcades and amusement park, I roll on along the coast with the sound of the waves lapping the shore.

The Thames Estuary has long flat plains leading very far out, meaning the water can be over a mile away at low tides. I feel fortunate that my timing means the sea is present for the last few miles.

Around Gunners Park and through the twists of The Garrison, I head down to East Beach at Shoeburyness.

This is the very final piece of navigable coastline possible to reach on my long journey, and being the closest beach to where I grew up is one I have many memories of.

As I have done at many points along my journey, I head down and touch the sea one last time, before saddling up for the final furlong.

With perfect timing, my front light finally gives up the ghost as I hit the road at Shoebury, but even in the depths of night I know this stretch by heart.

Along the road and around the fields I head up and into Great Wakering, where I departed three and a half months ago, to be greeted by my lovely mama.

I'm done! Damn! I can still barely believe this incredible adventure is at an end. It'll sink in sooner or later I'm sure, but in the meantime I think I'll be getting some much needed downtime to recover from months spent on the road.

I'll be making a few summary posts in time, including stats for the journey, kit list, and others including the thanks owed to so many amazing dolk who have helped me along on this voyage.

In the meantime, I think I've earned a drink. In fact, several. I'm going to get drunk.

TTFN!

[vintagetinsel]

Basildon Park, England

[germtrips]

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Basildon Park

[hildegardavon]

Giovanni Battista Pittoni the Younger, 1687-1767

Death of Lucretia, n/d, oil on canvas, 138x101.5 cm

National Trust, Basildon Park Inv. 266908

[likeablushrose]

Basildon Park, England

[olko71]

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Body Shop to shut 75 stores and cut hundreds of jobs

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By Dearbail Jordan

BBC News

The Body Shop will close 75 shops in the UK over the coming weeks and cut 489 jobs, according to the firm overseeing its restructuring.

It means that, combined with cost-cutting at the company’s head office, between 750 and 800 people will be made redundant.

However, The Body Shop will keep 116 UK stores open.

The UK arm of the global beauty chain was put into administration earlier this month.

Shops will be closed over the next four to six weeks. FRP Advisory, which is managing the restructuring, said it would “support all impacted staff with claims to the Redundancy Payments Service”.

“In taking swift action to right-size The Body Shop UK store portfolio, we have stabilised the business,” said FRP Advisory’s Tony Wright.

“We remain fully focused on exploring all options to take the business forward.”

The Body Shop was a trailblazer – what went wrong?

The Body Shop was founded in Brighton in 1976 by the late Dame Anita Roddick who opened a single shop in the seaside town. Known for its natural beauty products and its stance against testing on animals, it expanded rapidly in the following years.

Dame Anita and her husband Gordon sold the business to French beauty giant L’Oreal in 2006, much to the chagrin of some loyal followers who viewed the French beauty giant’s business at odds with The Body Shop’s ethos.

Since then, The Body Shop has changed hands twice, most recently to private equity firm Aurelius in late 2023. Within weeks, it decided to place the UK arm in administration following poor sales over Christmas and January.

Wildly popular in the 1980s and 1990s, The Body Shop appeared to fall out of fashion as competitors arrived in the natural beauty market including Lush and Rituals.

The UK shops closing are:

Aylesbury

Banbury

Barnstaple

Basildon

Battersea

Bedford

Beverley

Bexleyheath

Blackburn

Blackpool

Bournemouth Commercial Rd

Bolton

Brixton

Broughton Park

Bury

Camberley

Carlisle

Carmarthen

Chippenham

Cirencester

Croydon

Didcot

Durham

East Kilbride

Edinburgh Gyle Centre

Edinburgh Princes Mall

Epsom

Fareham

Farnborough

Glasgow Braehead

Glasgow Fort

Glasgow Silverburn

Glasgow Station

Grimsby

Halifax

Harlow

Hastings

Hempstead Valley

High Wycombe

Huddersfield

Hull

Ilford

Ipswich

Isle of Wight

Islington

Kendal

Kings Lynn

Leeds White Rose

Lewisham Centre

Lichfield

Loughborough

Luton

Macclesfield

Middlesbrough

Morpeth

Newton Abbot

Northampton

Oldham

Perth

Peterborough Queensgate

Portsmouth

Regent Street

Salisbury

Stafford

Stanstead Airside

Stratford Upon Avon

Swansea

Telford

Thanet

Trowbridge

Wakefield Trinity Walk

Walthamstow

Wigan

Woking

Wolverhampton

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