Wednesday 13 December 2023

Dashing Through The Snow

I always love planning and constructing the Christmas window display in Small Worlds.   This year, however, I was in England and am even now on my way back to Bavorov, staying with friends in Bonn before I continue the careful drive down through much of Germany.  I am due to arrive home on Saturday and I left the window display in the more than capable hands of Butterfly (who was in fact mainly responsible for the autumnal gnome scene that has just been removed).  

So over to her....

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Hello all, Alison a.k.a. butterfly a.k.a. Words and Pictures here!  I'll confess I was quite sad to take down the autumnal gnome display, and had only a fairly vague idea of how to arrange the winter scene I had in mind.  With my love of history, I was full of plans for wayside taverns and stagecoaches, and had to restrain myself from adding a highwayman or two.  There ended up being other problems for the coachman to deal with...

It all emerged from this fairly unpromising pile of stuff gathered from the Small Worlds hoard, with the odd additional snowy purchase.  I couldn't have created the scene without those snow blankets, so that was a great last-minute addition made to the pile by Cestina before she set off for a few weeks in the UK (leaving me on window duty).

We'd made a couple of decisions ahead of time.  The once-upon-a-time bear cavern house (you'll have to go a long way back to find that version) was to become the coaching inn in the foreground, stage left (that's the left if you're standing on stage - ie in the window - looking out at the audience).  [Digression by Cestina: You wouldn't just have to look a long way back - there are sadly no photos of its incarnation as a cavern full of bears. Way back in 2012 I majorly lucked out on Ebay with what became known as the Essex Haul. Long-time followers may remember it. This house was part of it.  Some years later it  appeared in the window as a farmhouse]

The original plan had been to create a dimensional scene with the smaller scale coaching inn (constructed by Colin Rose, from a beautiful kit) that is also in Small Worlds standing on some hills "in the distance", with the stage coach(es) travelling between the two.  

As it turned out, the space in the window wasn't large enough to make that perspective illusion work so I had to reconfigure things as I went along.   (Also, I'd say that one is really a coaching inn within a town, not very suitable for standing alone in the middle of the countryside, particularly not at the top of a mountain.) 

I was delighted to happen on these metal signs still wrapped in their paper bag in my backpack.  They were bought in the enchanting Museum of Shops in Český Krumlov.  If you can't access that link to my Instagram photos of the museum, then here's their own website as an alternative. 

I put up the two Czech beer posters on the walls of the house, and job done - it's now a pub!  It's lucky the walls of the house are so textured - it gave the blu-tac something to cling to.  So far, they haven't fallen off (fingers crossed).

I started pulling one of the snow blankets apart to create drifts and banks of snow around the building (this is going to be fun to clear up)...

... and most of the rest of the blankets form the snowy landscape across the remainder of the window.  

I used some cardboard packaging to build up hills and foothills over on stage right, with net curtain over that to smooth things out, and then the snow blanket over the top of it all.

This was how I had planned to create "the distance" for the small scale coaching inn to go, but they would have had to be very tall hills to make the perspective work - leaving the inn in danger of crashing down and breaking the window!


Instead, we've just got some nice snowy hills with pine trees.  And once the landscaping was in place, I could start to people it...

Quite how this very evidently English wayside inn managed to get a supply of beer (pivo) from Protivín is a little unclear. 

That pony has trekked a lo-ong way with the delivery.  They could really have brought more than one barrel while they were at it!

But it's nice to have a connection to the local industry on display in the window...  it's a mixture of Czech and English, much like we are.

There's another nod to local traditions in the wayside shrine, very much a feature of the landscape here (not so much in the UK).  The delightful little Madonna figure is one that Cestina has had since she was a teenager.

Her stony niche is a pink plastic dollshouse bath given the texture paste treatment.  

The farmyard animals nestled around her are a nod to a Nativity scene, without going all out.

But let's get to that all-important stagecoach.  It's a really beautiful wooden coach and horses - I've no idea where it came from or when... [Digression by Cestina:  It came from a giant car boot sale in Prague some years ago. A very fruitful visit, resulting in not just the stagecoach, but also a full-size Bollerwagen (see below), a display stand, a giant baby changing trolley (ideal for paint storage)and various other miniature goodies.  What I mainly remember is temperatures in the thirties, our friend Ondrej trying to balance all the goodies on the Bollerwagen, and a desperate desire for liquid refreshment. Some beer from Protivin would have done nicely!)]

The poor coachman needed some extra protection against the elements...

... so I wrapped him up in a cosy muffler...

... and gave him some wire reins to control his team with.  There were once very beautiful reins I'm sure, but they've perished.  

There are just a few bits of leather harnessing still in place.  Imagination has to supply the rest (I didn't have time), but I think the horses are doing a cracking job of ploughing through all that snow.

The road clearing is evidently not quite as efficient as here in the Czech Republic.  We had nearly a metre of snow fall over the couple of days I was putting the window display together ready for the Advent Market on 2nd December.  You can see the first of it outside the window.

However, the roads here in the village - even tiny lanes going up through the woods - were ploughed and gritted and navigable within hours.  Look!  (Click on the photos for a larger view.)  And one additional photo of the fairytale cottage in the woods... just because!


        
Still, the stagecoach seems to be making pretty good progress, all things considered - even if the driver is having a little nip of whisky every now and then to keep out the chill, as well as to fortify himself against the noise coming from behind him.

Regulars will surely recognise his rowdy passengers. 


These little dolls have put in appearances in numerous festive window scenes, not to mention being on year-round carol-singing duty outside the front door of the large Edwardian Walmer dollshouse. 

They're on their way to a family gathering, bringing presents and good cheer along with them...

... as well as what looks suspiciously like a keg of smuggled brandy.


In the foreground, some more children are making their way on foot, with sledges piled high with more presents.


I think maybe the older brother here would like his younger sibling to share the load, but he's got other ideas...


And this girl is struggling to manoeuvre the wooden Bollerwagen - laden with her lazy little brothers - through the snowy landscape.

Others are taking the chance to enjoy the weather, putting those sledges to far better use sliding down the snowy slopes on their way to join their friends.

I think that's where little brother may be planning to go with his toboggan...

Between the trees, you might glimpse a reindeer or two.


In fact, there's one keeping quite a close eye on anybody looking in the window (which nobody has been able to do except at a distance until the heaps of snow thawed yesterday!).

And over at the other side, nestled out of the wind, one of the inhabitants of the tavern's own stables (any coaching inn worth its salt must have horses available for travellers wanting to change their teams) is looking out at the new arrival from the Czech Republic.


I think he probably feels sorry for that poor pony having pulled the trap all that way.  I'm sure he'll share his oats with him tonight out in the stables.

Still, at least now the customers in the pub will be able to enjoy some of the best beer in the world...

... though I hope they won't be serving it to the children who've just turned up at the door of the tavern.  Maybe just some small beer for them, or a little fruit punch (though not the one with the gin and brandy in).

As always, it's tricky to get photos of the finished window because of all the reflections.  Some of these were taken from "backstage" to capture details before heading out front to try to get the view from there.


Or getting artsy with the snowy landscape...

A shot of the whole window doesn't really capture the effect of looking at it in person. (Quite apart from anything else, the central window frame means you can't see the large pine trees in the middle at all.)

There's a lot more life and delight to be had in standing in front of the actual window, peering between the bars, spotting all the different details that I've been showing you in close-up, but at least with these couple of photos you get an idea of the full layout.

And, just sometimes, the reflections themselves give me great pleasure...  See if you can see what's going on here, as the creamy yellow of the wayside inn melds with the creamy yellow of the Czech village buildings in the reflection.  And the pony and trap of yore melts into the parked cars of present day travel.


So that's about your lot for the wintry wayside inn window display.  I hope any journeys you are taking over the festive period will be easier and safer than the one this stagecoach is embarked on.

Or even better, just stay safe and warm at home with candlelight, music and a good book rather than "dashing through the snow".   (Speaking of which, I'm guessing some of you will have had a little earworm ever since reading the post title, so just to bed it in nice and firmly...). I'll hand you back to Cestina for a final farewell.

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Huge thanks to Butterfly who has been left tackling all the pre-Christmas tasks which do not normally include shovelling away a metre of snow in order to reach the gate or the bird feeders.  I think she has done a splendid job and I look forward to seeing it "in real life" at the weekend - if no more snow falls in the meantime!

A Happy Christmas to all of you and see you in 2024!





Sunday 1 October 2023

September Song.....

Well the title was actually appropriate when the new window display went in last week.  We have now tipped further into autumn which apparently officially started on September 23rd and I write this on October 1st.

We are enjoying a babi leto (Old Wives' Summer) here in the Czech Republic and the leaves are not yet showing much sign of flame. Other than in Small Worlds.....

I much enjoyed the delightful summer window installed by my granddaughter Annie, with the very necessary help of tall Salve, during their visit here in July, but I was beginning to feel increasingly uncomfortable with having a display that was about to become completely unseasonal. Autumn comes fast here and along with it come wonderful leaf colours and many mushrooms.  And we have supplies of those aplenty in the workrooms here, nicknamed The Stables since a hobby in Czech is a "pony". (My "pony" is definitely a horse by now....)

Butterfly was willing so we headed over to the museum to see what could be done with said supplies, many of which long time followers of the blog will have seen before.  But that was back in the mists of time - in  2013 and then again in 2015. Yes, this year saw the tenth anniversary of the opening of Small Worlds! Needless to say, even more supplies have been accumulated since then.  

We have had a very busy and successful season this year but by Friday 22nd it was quiet in Small Worlds so I headed into The Stables to find all I could that was even vaguely autumnal. In the meantime Butterfly dug around in the chest of artificial flowers at home and came up with a giant potato sack full of possibilities.


We went in before opening time on the Saturday morning, hoping too that it would stay quiet if we weren't finished by 11, which it helpfully did, and removed the previous display, leaving a blank windowsill to play with.

And this time Butterfly did nearly all of the playing, with me occasionally acting the part of a surgical assistant, handing her the necessary items as she built the scene.






In between I also restored the camp site to its previous home, following its removal from the window, and found a suitable balloonist to take the biggest of our new balloons to further heights at the other end of the room.  Oh, and added another picnic to the maxi beach display. (Yes, we also have a mini and a midi beach.....)

 


This is really a blogpost where the pictures more or less speak for themselves. Those who are particularly interested can head back through ancient history by following the links above and finding the previous incarnations of many of the items, but really everything looks pretty comfortable in its new venue.   Not all the gnomes made the cut this time, but those that did have a story to tell....




You will notice the preponderance of the (not entirely) deadly Amanita Muscaria, the Fly Agaric - the favoured fungus of children's drawings and fairy tales.  It actually will probably not kill you if you are foolish enough to devour it, but the Lapps living in reindeer country are rumoured to chew it in order to enjoy hallucinations of flying (no balloons perhaps?).  Here's the tale..... (well I was always told Lapps, not Siberian Shamans).





But in the Small Worlds Forest, the reason the gnomes are so busy gathering them is not for food for themselves or the hedgehogs, nor to enhance their flying capabilities (do gnomes fly actually?) but to remove them from the forest in order to save foolish humans from danger. 

All except this one that is......  

 - we suspect him of deliberately cultivating them in a far corner of the forest to serve his wicked ends of enticing those same humans into trouble.....

I find it very satisfying when we are able to reuse items to create something either completely, or somewhat, different. As I keep saying to museum visitors as they admire repurposed items such as a tooth serving as a miniature computer mouse, we never throw anything away. One example is the material acting as the necessary backdrop to the scene, needed because one cannot view from outside without one. 


The very cheap material first featured as table runners at my son's wedding way back in 2012. That was also created by Butterfly.....

I leave you with a few more photos (particularly of pet hedgehogs) and hope you have enjoyed this expedition into my favourite season as much as I have. 






And now I really leave you with, given the post title, the inevitable song to play you out.  (I have already used "If you go down in the woods today" in another blogpost, though I can't find where. Can't resist it though, straight from my childhood). 

September Song was my mother's favourite song, and it became one of mine. Until I sought it out again just now I had no idea it was written by Kurt Weill. Or that it has been covered by so many people, among them Sinatra, Sarah Vaughan, Perry Como, Liberace, Ute Lemper and Anjelica Huston. She is the granddaughter of the only person I can truly associate with the song, Walter Huston, for whom it was actually written in the 1930s. It always makes me cry but I don't love it the less for that...... 

My thanks to Butterfly for lending me her window-dressing/story-telling skills.   I wish you precious, golden autumn days and hope to see you again before Christmas.