The Marton estate is a fascinating stretch of land with an eclectic history. From tenanted farm land to the park we know and love today, the changing of hands and developments made to the land have been vast. We’ve blogged in the past about the spirits of the Central Lodge being unhappy with the recent restoration, but looking back at the history of the estate, it seems that the workers may not be the only ones upset by transformations…
As work on the renovation of the Central Lodge draws to a close, I think this is a good time to reflect on one of my favourite rooms in the building and the changes which have occurred in it throughout the course of the project. This stable space has always been one of my favourite rooms in the building, in no small part due to just how many original features have survived within it.
Phew! We suddenly seem to have almost reached the finishing line with the restoration project.
It feels very strange to be at this point, seeing the building without scaffolding, however the workmen are still busy bees. Protective covers are being stripped off in areas and the little radios are slowly disappearing. It was always interesting to hear the diversity of music as we were busy taking photos each week of the work. A bit of pop and then a bit of soul, always a mixed bag – you couldn’t help wandering round with a tune in your head. We loved the banter with the workmen, from “make sure you get my best side” to the ones that made a hasty exit. There was plenty strange scene, like pairs of disembodied legs either on scaffolding or obscured by boards humming along to tunes or talking to the other workmen. It was always a pleasure to answer their questions: “So what was this building then?” “What’s it going to be?” “Why are you taking photos?” All the while being aware not to trip over something or keep people from the restoration work. It will be strange to walk round without a hard hat, hi vis vest and safety boots on.
4It’s hard to believe that our hard hat tours are over! They’ve been a huge part of my week since I started working for Askham Bryan College, taking place every Friday afternoon. The Central Lodge renovation is so close to completion, which means that getting access onto the site is tricky. As such, our hard hat tours have officially came to an end and so I thought I’d take some time to reflect on them.
In an earlier blog post I described how Carl Bolckow presided over a period of decline for the Henry Bolckow’s former estate at Marton and highlighted the commonly reproduced idea that he was not quite as good a businessman as his uncle Henry. This is perhaps unfair on the man, and it needs to be looked at within the context of the period.
Carl Ferdinand Henry Bolckow