Tuesday 17 February 2015

Warwick Castle


     Warwick Castle is an imposing fortress from the outside, and an excessive display of 18th century conspicuous consumption in the state rooms inside--as well as a great photo op. Strategically located on the Avon river, it has been a fortress in one form or another for twelve hundred years, with most of the current castle built during the late middle ages. The Castle is most impressive as a medieval fortress. It was a scene of mighty battles from the time of William the Conqueror and figured actively in the 15th Century War of the Roses.







 The castle was purchased in 1978 by the Madam Tussaud (Museum) Group, and wax figures and recorded voices dominate many of the display rooms. I found it a bit cheesy. On the other hand, with dozens of small boys brandishing wooden swords and almost every girl queued for the princess tour. I’m probably not the target audience.




horses' tail and head both wag when you pass
 


     After the War of the Rose and with the Tudors arrival, the castle fell into disrepair. Its next stage in history begins with James I giving it to Sir Fulke Greville, (a politician of merit and a poet and dramatist) in 1604. A descendent was made the Earl of Warwick in 1759. Between those two events, the place was steadily transformed into a family estate—interupted by the Civil War in the 17th Century and a great fire in the 19th. It stayed in the Greville family for over 370 years, until it was sold in 1978. 

Among the family stories we heard, the one that most stuck with us was about a studio copy of a Van Dyke portrait of Charles I and his wife Henrietta Maria (still a very expensive painting). This was initially a very large painting with both figures full-bodied, but the Earl had a portrait gallery where all portraits were of the same size in beautiful gold frames. So he cut out part of the two figures and hung them on each side of the fireplace. The point was that ostentatious displays of wealth were more important, though they did leave unscarred grand paintings by Van Dyke, Rubens, Raphael, and Holbein. In various ways, displays dominate the state and family rooms. However, later generations of the family go deep into debt and now the house belongs to Madame Tussaud.


Wax Duke of Wales on left
 

     Along with the fine buildings are a number of attractions outside the walls—the engine room where electricity was first generated by the flow of the river Avon, an impressive trebuchet, a siege catapult that could launch fireballs (we missed the demonstration), an archery range, well-designed gardens, including one with a warning:
      
Lord Leyceter Hospital
    We spent a little time walking the town of Warwick. St. Mary’s Church contains the tomb of Richard Beauchamp, Earl of Warwick, who oversaw the trial and execution of Joan of Arc; Robert Dudley, long-time suitor of Elizabeth I (who gave him Warwick Castle as a gift), and other nobles. The original tower and nave were destroyed by a great fire in 1694, but the church remains a fine instance of English Gothic, especially from the inside.  Lord Leycester Hospital was built for pre-Reformation United Guilds of Warwick; the buildings were converted after the Civil War into a refuge for pensioner soldiers and their families. It still serves as a home for ex-servicemen. It also has a small tearoom with a large fireplace, where we had a break for tea and scones.

     As we toured the Castle and the grounds, I’m sorry to admit that Monty Python lines kept recurring in my head, partly because the place looks like a film set and partly because of the pervasive pop entertainment (mediaeval mayhem, wicked warwick, mike the knight). Upon seeing a wax knight brandishing a sword, “what, it’s just a flesh wound;” upon looking out from Guy Tower “English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you;” in the boxwood gardens, “Knights of Ni, you are just and fair, and we will return with a shrubbery;" and in the bird display (you see this one coming), “What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?" Now I’ve got you started, haven’t I….The place was made for it.

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