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February 23, 2013

Wavy Walls (Crinkum Crankum)

by cobbies69

Sunday 24th February 2013

A crinkle crankle wall, also known as a crinkum crankum, serpentine, ribbon or wavy wall, is an unusual type of garden wall.

The crinkle crankle wall economizes on bricks, despite its sinuous configuration, because it can be made just one brick thin. If a wall this thin were to be made in a straight line, without buttresses, it would easily topple over. The alternate convex and concave curves in the wall provide stability and help it to resist lateral forces

Wavy Walls, Church Lane, Lymington

Wavy Walls, Church Lane, Lymington 20-April-2009 map

The Wavy Walls of Lymington
Hanoverian soldiers constructed this wavy wall at the beginning of the 19th century, the soldiers were in exile from the Napoleon wars and lived in Church lane.
They built the wall in a style that was then common in Northern Germany, the wavy shape gives the wall extra strength and can be built with only a single brick width.
After this French prisoners of war were responsible for building many more wavy walls in Lymington and surrounding areas.

There are also wavy walls on the other side of the road, these were built by the author Dennis Wheatley who lived at Grove Place from 1945 to 1969. When he moved to his London flat in 1969 all items that he couldn’t house were auctioned, these included 1,000 bottles of spirits and wines (before he became an author he worked in his father’s wine business in Mayfair).

File:Crinkle-Crankle Wall in Bramfield - geograph.org.uk - 108876.jpg

Back in the late 60’s and 70’s my usual haunts and hangouts were in Lymington Hampshire in the UK  in the New Forest. Since I started this line for my posts, Fables and Tales and the unusual of the New Forest, my home area.I have found  it to be  quite strange as to how close I was, am to history and not taking a much if any notice of it at the time. These walls for examples, most are built in the county of Suffolk and only 25 elsewhere in the country, and here in Lymington there is two. And during these years of my life, I and a couple of friends spent much of our time in Lymington. I am very surprised with these walls, passing them regularly and not actually taking any notice of them.

We, that is my friends and I would often travel this road as a short cut to a friends house, and never once did either of realise the writer living here or even building a wall of his own.

Now with these stories, I am learning so much and am enjoying this journey once again. Taking me back to the times of my life that meant so much in more ways than just music, even though much can be related with music. I wonder if any of you experienced the same  thing, realising things from your past and what they really are or mean or just something special.

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A wall with serpentine curves for growing fruit, dating in Britain from the mid-18th century. Its curving lines gave added strength, thus avoiding the need for buttressing.

crinkle-crankle wall, Vann, Godalming, Surrey, England

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February 23, 2013

Footprints – Part XI

by Gaston Prereth

The sun was already spreading its pale white rays across the sky by the time Frederick and Ruben finally found it. They were standing at an intersection of straight paths that led between the towering sticks of the fields. Frederick had always assumed that there was one mass of field which grew in much the same way as the lawn in the cloister, as a tangled mat of chaos, but as they had followed Brother Douglas’ map it had quickly become apparent that God’s order had been bestowed upon the area. The fields were an eerie replica of their village’s streets. A blanket of neatly laid out rectangles all separated by metre wide roads.

Around them, Frederick could hear the buzzing of hundreds of bees. Their constant droning unnerved him. It reminded him of how quiet Brother Douglas’ shack had been, how empty it had felt. He had become so used to the background hum of creation that permeated their village, that he hadn’t even noticed it when it wasn’t there. He had sensed something was missing, but with all the strangeness of the shack, he had never been able to put his finger on what it was. The bees had reminded him.

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