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Collingwood 2010: June Events 3 June, 2010

Posted by Molly Joyful in Cuthbert Collingwood, Events, Royal Navy, Talks, things you don't need but probably want.
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No rest for the wicked! June offers various events to commemorate Admiral Lord Collingwood, and if I may say so, some of them are… delicious!

WEEKEND OF 12./13.06.2010

There will be a Collingwood-themed exhibition at Morpeth Town Hall in Morpeth, organised by the Morpeth Antiquarian Society. All day, all free, all aboard!


(…) in honour of Vice-Admiral Collingwood, William Brewis of Boldon Farmhouse Pantry has created a unique, “Collingwood-themed” menu.

Then the dinners will be hosted by an acknowledged and published expert on matters Collingwood (Max Adams on Monday 14th and Dr Tony Barrow on Tuesday 15th), Capt. Stephen Healy, Deputy Master of the Newcastle upon Tyne Trinity House and Chairman of the Collingwood 2010 Festival Committee and a certain John Grundy, local historian, broadcaster and raconteur extraordinaire.

Delicious food (also in a vegetarian variety – well done!), Collingwood, amazing venue – who could ask for more? Hurry up if you’d like to make a reservation, though – only three places are left! Costs are £ 45.00, and you have to pre-book. No pre-booking, no cheese. Please call +44 (0)191-2816025 for your reservation.

Additional information from Granville Thompson:

The price is inclusive of fine table wines and the cheeseboard features Doddington’s famous “Admiral Collingwood” and “Cuddy’s Cave” – both important reasons to attend!! Further, the dress for the event is indicated as Black Tie / Evening Wear (boring…) or Period Costume (Yay!!). Seemingly, Boldon farmhouse Pantry are reporting that many of those booking are favouring the latter. Which is good, because the Good Lady and I are attending on the Tuesday and Madame has made a full Georgian outfit just for the occasion!! I of course, as befits my lowly Midshipman’s status, will be in my uniform….

You can find all information here.

To keep up-to-date with all events, please keep an eye on the diary of the Official Collingwood 2010 Website.

And because we all like visuals: here’s a collectible cigarette card which seems to come from a bar of chocolate. Chocolate cigarettes, maybe? In any case a great find, and you must admit that Old Cuddy looks very dashing here. Thanks a lot to Nana for finding it here and sharing! And also thanks to the card-owner, of course. Choccies or cigarette – neat!



1. Jen - 3 June, 2010

‘A vast collection of items will be on display, made up of donations and society archives’, according to the Morpeth Herald.

I’m glad the dinner is looking good, after the troubles with the workshop, although I decided it was all a bit too posh for me.

Granville Thompson - 6 June, 2010

Sorry Jen…. this particular entry from the Morpeth Herald appears to relate to the exhibition back in 2005. This year’s is on a smaller (though no less interesting and significant) scale and is on a joint theme with “Past Mayors of Morpeth”. 12th / 13th June anyway and still free admission.

Jen - 6 June, 2010

Oh, oddness. It came up at the top of a search with other new stuff, and I can’t have checked properly. Oh well :)

2. ShipRat - 3 June, 2010

I’m fond of cigarette cards, have a little collection of ’em on another topic.
I have a Lord C. cig card, not this one IIRC; I’ll scan it for you if I can find it.

Brings a fleeting mental image of Lord C. having a diplomatic smoke with the Turks…

Ocean, off the Coast of Sicily, Oct. 24, 1807.
. . . . I am sure that I want something like amusement to relax my mind, which is like a bow for ever bent. I fear the tone of some of my letters may have made you think that it is bent somewhat awry. I cannot help it. My natural temper is anxious, and the critical affairs I have on hand wear me: nor am I less anxious for those whom I have left at home. I was ordered to proceed from Cadiz to the Dardanelles, where the Russian fleet was, not so much to carry on an active war against the Turks, as to conciliate them, and give the Embassadors of Russia and England an opportunity of making a peace which ought never to have been broken. I found they had made no progress, but soon managed to introduce a friendly correspondence on our part. . . . I followed the Russians down; and being doubtful of the part they were to take, thought it necessary to keep near them; however, they have all sailed, and they said were destined for the Baltic. Admiral Siniavin and I were great friends: he seemed to like me, and I had a kind of regard for him, because he professed to hate the French. All the Turks liked me because I talked to them as if we were old friends, and smoked with them. . . .
[T]his life, though it is a necessary one, is totally devoid of comfort. It is the ladder, the precarious and unsteady ladder, by which I have mounted to rank and fortune, but happiness lies quite another way.

[from Newnham C. 1837]

3. ShipRat - 3 June, 2010

How about a complete letter*, a characteristic one (has the elements of moralizing, dry humor, Shakespeare reference, compassion for civilians, exhaustion, well-founded self-pity, etc.) – and it features Turks and smoking.

Ocean, off the Dardanelles, August 20, 1807.

My business here is of the most important nature, and I am exerting all my powers to derive good from it. My mind is upon the full stretch: for my body, I do not know much about it, more than that it is very feeble. We precipitated ourselves into this war without due consideration. We had no quarrel with the Turks, and a temperate conduct would have carried all our points. This is now seen, when it is too late; and I am afraid the measures we are taking to restore peace are not calculated to accomplish it. The Turks are kind, and take every opportunity of expressing their respect and friendship for the English nation; but while we make common cause with the Russians, their inveterate enemies, I am afraid they will not listen either to them or us.

On the 9th I arrived at Tenedos, where I found the Russians employed in desolating the country. The island was inhabited by Greeks ; and in an attempt which the Turks made to retake it from the Russians, they had put all the Greeks to death who, desiring to be neutral, had not gone into the castle. On the Turks being repulsed, and quitting the island, the remaining Greeks, who had been in the castle and the ships, abandoned their country, leaving their houses, their estates, vineyards laden with the fruits of their labour, and corn-fields with the abundant harvest ready for the sickle, to seek a habitation among strangers, as rich as they were on the day of their birth, and having nothing to take with them but their miseries. That the Turks may not at any future period profit by what they left, the Russians have burnt every thing, making a complete ruin.

Having made my arrangement with the Russian Admiral, the two squadrons sailed; but our friends were not in sight when on the 13th we stood close in with the castles of the Dardanelles. It was not possible for us to get in, though the Turks thought we meant to attempt it. When we were very near, they put out flags of truce from all quarters, and a Capagi Bashi, (a sort of Lord Chamberlain of the Seraglio,) came off to me with letters to the Embassador, of a pacific import : and had we only ourselves to treat for, I believe
there would be few impediments; but as it is, I am not sanguine. I gave him coffee, sherbet, and smoked a pipe with him. The day after, the answer was sent to them by the Dragoman. The ship that carried it anchored in the port, and the Captain was invited to dine with the Capitan Pacha, who is the Lord High Admiral. There were only five at table; the Capitan Pacha, the Pacha of the Dardanelles, my friend the Capagi Bashi, with beards down to their girdles, Captain Otway, and the Dragoman. There were neither
plates nor knives and forks but each had a tortoise-shell spoon. In the middle of the table was a rich embroidered cushion, on which was a large gold salver, and every dish, to the number of about forty, was brought in singly, and placed upon the salver, when the company helped themselves with their fingers, or if it was fricasfe, with their spoon. One of the dishes was a roasted lamb, stuffed with a pudding of rice : the Capitan Pacha took it by the limbs, and tore it to pieces to help his guests; so that you see the art of
carving has not arrived at any great perfection in Turkey. The coffee-cups were of beautiful china, which, instead of saucers, were inserted in gold stands like egg-cups, set round with diamonds, rubies, and emeralds. They drank only water, and were waited on by the Vice and Rear Admirals, and some of the Captains of the fleet. They spoke lightly of the Russians when they mentioned them at all, and seemed to consider themselves as quite a match for them, if the English were out of the way. When our gentlemen left them, the Pacha of the Dardanelles presented them each with a shawl, which is considered as a token of friendship. I think a specimen of manners so unlike those of
Europeans will amuse you. I live here poorly enough, getting nothing but bad sheep and a few chickens; but that does not offend me.—I have written to Mrs. _____, to charge her not to make our girls fine ladies, which are as troublesome animals as any in the creation, but to give them knowledge and industry, and teach them how to take care of themselves when there is none left in this world to take care of the; for I think, my dear, you and I cannot last much longer. How glad I should be, could I receive a letter from you, to hear how all my friends are ! for I think the more distant they are, the more dear they become to me. We never estimate the true value of any thing until we feel the want of it, and I am sure I have had time enough to estimate the value of my friends. The more I see of the world, the less I like it. You may depend on it that old Scott is a much happier man than if he had been born a statesman, and has done more good in his day than most of them. Robes and furred gowns veil passions, vanities, and sordid interest, that Scott never knew.

I am much afraid we shall never do any good in concert with the Russians; they hate the Turks, and the Turks detest them, which neither party is at any trouble to conceal. The Turks like us, and I am afraid the Russians are a little jealous of us. Conceive, then, how difficult a part I have to act amongst them; and what mortifies me is, that I see little hope of good from all my cares. To give you an idea of the Turkish style of letters to the Russians, the Capitan Pacha begins one to the Admiral Siniavin, by telling him, ” After proper inquiries for your health, we must observe to you, in a friendly way, what yourself must know, that to lie is forbidden by all religions. Your friend should not receive a falsehood from you, nor can he be a friend who would offer one.” In a sort of battle they have had, the Turks accused the Russians of something contrary to the received law of nations, which the Russians denied to be the case; and the Turk tells him, that his religion forbids him to lie. I am much disappointed in the appearance of these
Greek islands; they are, for the most part, thinly inhabited, and but a small portion of the land is cultivated. It always blows strong, and there is sunshine in abundance. Cattle are not plentiful, but money is still more scarce; and we buy a bullock for less than 3L when they are to be got, and exchange the hide for three sheep. A sheep, when fat, weighs about 20lbs. Of all climates and countries under the sun to live in comfort, there is none like England.

August 30.—The Russians have made a separate peace with France, who is negotiating their affairs with the Porte. An armistice is proposed by them here, and they have withdrawn themselves from co-operation with us. Admiral Siniavin gave me official notice of this in a civil letter, and separated his squadron from ours. I I see no prospect of peace with the Turks. We turned them over to the French, and they have skill enough to keep them. I have seen enough now to be well convinced they cannot and will not treat
with us but under the direction of Buonaparte. The Embassador has been paying friendly visits to the Pachas, who were extremely civil to him, and accepted the valuable presents from him with as much cordiality as if we really were on our way to friendship; but I have not an idea of such a thing.


“Robes and furred gowns veil passions, vanities, and sordid interest”…
King Lear, Act IV,vi:
Through tatter’d clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furr’d gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks:
Arm it in rags, a pigmy’s straw does pierce it.

*Letter is from Newnham-C 1837, so may or may not be unadulterated Collingwood… damn.

4. Granville Thompson - 6 June, 2010

Back to the Dinner!! You are not telling the half of it… The advertisement states that the price is inclusive of fine table wines and that the cheeseboard features Doddington’s famous “Admiral Collingwood” and “Cuddy’s Cave” – both important reasons to attend!! Further, the dress for the event is indicated as Black Tie / Evening Wear (boring…) or Period Costume (Yay!!). Seemingly, Boldon farmhouse Pantry are reporting that many of those booking are favouring the latter. Which is good, because the Good Lady and I are attending on the Tuesday and Madame has made a full Georgian outfit just for the occasion!! I of course, as befits my lowly Midshipman’s status, will be in my uniform….

5. ShipRat - 7 June, 2010

Oh my, it sounds like fun…
*sigh from remote colonial outpost where it’s been raining for weeks on end*

I’m hoping for pics of the soignee lady escorted by her natty midshipman. A full Georgian outfit! I stand in awe of people who can make such things and look good in them to boot. (I can’t even sew on a button properly.)

Meanwhile here’s a genuine Georgian waistcoat which illustrates that there’s many a slip –

Granville Thompson - 9 June, 2010

Spotted with Port… I can do that bit for sure!

ShipRat - 16 June, 2010

Pictures? :-)
Even port-spotted ones.
Especially those.

Granville Thompson - 17 June, 2010

Mailed to Molly

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