Martello Tower

Actually, the name “Martello” is not unique. It is a technical term for a certain type of fort which was prevalent during the Napoleonic Wars in the early 19th century.

However, how the term came in use has an amusing anecdote and it goes like this: During the 15th century, the Genoese had constructed a round fortress at Mortella Point in Corsica and the fort proved itself to be very successful. They continued to install similar defensive towers around the island and they were paid and manned by the local populace against attacks by North African pirates and foreign invaders. On 7 February 1794, two British warships attacked the tower at Mortella Point but the fortress was impregnable despite being under continuous bombardment by two ships. The fort finally fell to land-based British force due to its technical fault – Alas, the gun could fire seaward only. The toughness and the effectiveness of the fort impressed Vice-Admiral Lord Hood and he reported to the Admiralty. In his dispatch, However, he misspelled “Mortella” as “Martello” (which means “hammer” in Italian) and none of his adjutants dared to correct his mistake for the fear of offending the senior officer. As a result, the name stuck…

Between 1804 and 1812, Britain was under a real threat of the invasion by the Emperor Napoleon and a chain of Martello towers were erected to defend the south and east coast of England, Ireland, Jersey and Guernsey. During the height of the conflict, 103 forts were constructed and during the WWII, some of the towers were reused as observation platforms and firing platforms. In the recent years, 17 towers remaining in a reasonable condition in the East Coast area and some of them are turned into museums and private residences.

The Martello tower we stayed belong to the Landmark Trust, a charity organisation dedicated to conserving historic British buildings. The charity was founded in the 60s and it has been acquiring, restoring and maintaining more than 200 buildings in Britain, Italy, France and Belgium.

A YouTube clip of the Martello Tower can be viewed here.

It was nearly 5 o’clockish when we walked into the property. All the wooden shutters were closed and the darkness made a stark contrast to the brightness of British summer evening…

Before arriving to the main living quarter, there were two staircases which led to the rooftop of the fortress…

A floor plan of the tower…

Sorry for not having any picture of the actual kitchen. I can assure you that it was well equipped and well maintained…

One thing we regretted was not bringing any condiments. Apart from salt & pepper mills, a small carton of milk and a few teabags, there was nothing for cooking.

In the centre of  the “four-leaf clover” shaped structure, there was a dining space with a large square table and benches…

A space above the dining area was covered with white canvas which reminded me of sails from ship of the line. The place designed as a fortress meant there weren’t any large window and being in there felt like living in a cave. Without the modern ceiling light cleverly integrated into the property, the space may have looked and felt more like a tomb rather than a house.

Walking diagonally across the dining area and we found a cozy sitting room with an iron stove and comfy armchairs…

Provided the lodgers brought their logs, the stove was fully operational. We mused how romantic it would be to light it in the cold season while relaxing with a glass of port in our hands.

There was a bookshelf in a modest size but it was packed with a good selection of the history of the place, local information and old-fashioned ghost stories…

Another fun in the sitting room was flicking through a visitor’s log book which was left on the chest to browse. The entries were made throughout a year, even in the depth of winter, which proved how popular the place was.

A view from the window of the sitting room…

The sound of wave lapping against the rocks was serene and soothing.

The property had two bedrooms with extremely comfortable beds with crisp white linen…

The decor was somewhat spartan but the original purpose of the place being a military installation, it was fitting and appropriate. Despite the appearance, central-heating was available 24/7 and a plentyful amount of freshly laundered towels were supplied for us. I was secretly relieved to learn that the trust did not compromise any modern comforts for a not so hardy city-dweller like me…

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Bella & cardboard

As long as Bella leaves me alone while I’m pedalling, I don’t mind if she is beating the crap out of Mr.Cardboard…

The only drag is I will have to pick up the pieces which will be scattered all over the place…

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Destination Aldeburgh

Despite having his own sorrow to deal with, Hubbie did his upmost to alleviate my grief and to lighten my mood after we came back from NYC. ‘Why don’t we ask your mom to visit us? You haven’t seen her for a while, have you?’, he suggested during one weekend in early July. ‘Can we? Can she come to Suffolk with us too?’

The holiday was planned long before Mr.B’s sudden passing. We were very much looking forward to spending a coastal weekend with him because we knew in our heart that it would probably be the last holiday together. After Mr.B’s death, we fretted for days about cancelling the booking. Are we in a right frame of mind for going away and being on our own? Wouldn’t our soul searching be easier if we did it at home? Would we be able to keep our composure and to be kind to each other?

Our saviour stood next to Paddington Bear…

My mom arrived from Japan, enduring a 12 hours flight. We were so happy to see each other after having to content ourselves with chatting via Skype since last October.

Our destination Aldeburgh was 106 miles away and took us a little shy of three hours by car from London. We came off from A12 just after passing Farnham and took A1094 all the way to the little seaside town. Once we turned into High Street, we could see the thoroughfare was laden with charming shops with bunting and people in bright summer attire.

At the end of High Street, the tarmac disappeared and the road became a gravel path called Slaughden Rd. The path was uneven and time to time, we came across pot holes as large as a manhole cover. Half way down the dusty road, we found the path forked, one carried on straight on the bank and the other one descended toward River Alde.

We continued to move forward carefully and finally, we saw our true destination in the distance…

Yes, we were to stay at the Martello Tower!

A fort from the Napoleonic War era. One of the Landmark Trust’s properties for a holiday let.

None of us had ever stayed in a fort and we all were shaking with excitement!

A bridge over the fort was a bit creaky and it added the suspense in a good way.

I was given the honour of opening the door…

A key to the fort was left in a hidden safe which was looked after by the trust’s caretaker.

Strong winds were whipping us up and I became very worried if I dropped the key into the mort underneath. Even though there was no water, none of us fancied the prospect of having to wade through the thick undergrowth.

Open sesame!

The story of this amazing place and the fun we had shall be continued in my next post!

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Bella & her beer cap

Bella seemed to have a special interest in a beer cap. This was her second time she insisted on bringing home a cap found on the pavement.

‘What is wrong with me bringing a souvenir home?

Last time was Guinness. And this time, it’s Stella Artois!

Are you satisfied now? Can I have it back?

Oh well, I’ll let you have it back if you let me supervise you.

She is a proper “terrierist” (terrier-terrorist). Her official job description is a toy destroyer. Poor Mr.Hampster had his nose removed by her this morning…

Phew, I extracted the plastic bit from her muzzle in time. Mr.B was a perfect gentleman and did none of her antics. Bella, you must stop this before you chew more than you can swallow!!

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Bella & her tennis ball

Dogs love a tennis ball and my Bella is no exception. She is crazy about her florescent yellow fluffy bouncy friend…

I’m so glad that she can keep herself busy with the ball and toys. Over the weekend, my sneezing had developed into a proper cold and now, I am housebound with a box of Kleenex. Sorry Bella, I’ll take you for a walk as soon as I feel better…

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