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Debunking Myths About Crafty Dog Towers

In my recent article on the history of Crafty Dog Towers I commented on the large mound at the end of the croquet lawn and said that it was the remains of a motte from a motte and bailey castle.  This created a bit of a fuss, and I had three replies from various quarters regarding the accuracy of my assertion.  I was flabbergasted as I had never had my assertion criticised before.

One comment was from Dr J.K. Twiggley, of Swanseashire University (retired), who pointed to an article in the Swanseashire Historical Review Volume XXVI, 1928, in which Sir Mortimer Walker ( the well-known  wireless archaeologist so popular on the BBC Home Service in the 1950’s) mentions a small dig he carried out on the side of the mound at the request of Colonel Mervyn Crafty-Dog in 1920.  Sir Mortimer found the remains of a Roman bath-house, complete with three ancient loofers, a tin duck, a copper towel-rail and early shower fitting.  It was the tiles, apparently, that gave it away as being Roman.  By day 3 of the dig Sir Mortimer had changed his mind and decided that it was more likely to be a spoil heap from when the house was renovated by Laurence “Have a Bash” Brown (the less well known cousin of Lancelot “Capability” Brown) and the new water closets put in the north tower range in the 1790’s.  I have read a copy of the article on-line and it does make interesting reading.

The second e-mail was from Cledwyn Griffith, amateur archaeologist and badger wrangler from north of Pontardawe.  He has a firm idea that the mound was only a few centuries old and was indeed a spoil heap, but from the jam mines sunk in the park in the late medieval period.  This might have accounted for the bits of pipe and tiles found by Sir Mortimer, being from an early shower-room for the miners when they emerged covered in thick jam from the bell-pit before they went home.  I did ask him whether they would have had such sophisticated plumbing in the 1540’s, but he was adamant that that’s what the mound is.

The final suggestion was from a well-known local mystic, and member of the not-quite-flat-earth-but-with-big-lumps-on-it society, Ephraim Flump.  He is a bit of an eccentric soul, given to walking backwards on Thursdays, and only wearing orange socks (no, he wears all his clothes, but the only colour socks he wears are orange), though he is pleasant enough.  He is of the opinion that the mound is in fact a landing pad for extra-terrestrials, a sort of parking space for flying saucers.  He is convinced that little grey men came from across the galaxy just to sample the rare grapefruit jam that exuded from the spring in the lower meadow (this spring has dried up long since).  He even pointed out the small circle of indentations which he said were the marks of the feet of the spaceship (Sir Mortimer said these were the post holes of a round house, which I am more likely to believe).

I was surprised that my little article had created such a stir.  No-one has ever been interested in my little article before, a bit like my assertion.

Cabbages and Bowling: A Day at Crafty Dog Towers

As if the sherry trifle wasn’t enough to keep Cook entertained, the afternoon took a rather unexpected turn. Down on the croquet lawn, a most unusual spectacle was unfolding. Cook had enlisted young Pendle, the lazy gardener’s lad, in a game that could only be described as cabbages and bowls.

The croquet lawn, usually reserved for more genteel pursuits, was now the setting for a makeshift bowling alley. The cabbages, freshly harvested from the kitchen garden, were being skillfully rolled towards an improvised set of pins made from empty gin bottles. Cook, with a stern look of concentration on her face, took careful aim before launching a particularly robust cabbage down the lane. Her throw was met with an enthusiastic cheer from the gathered kitchen staff, who had abandoned their duties to become impromptu spectators.

Pendle, typically noted for his leisurely approach to gardening, seemed unusually animated. He lined up his cabbage with exaggerated precision, much to the amusement of the onlookers, and sent it careening towards the pins with surprising agility. The resulting crash of bottles elicited a wave of applause and laughter, ringing through the otherwise tranquil grounds of Crafty Dog Towers.

The game continued, each round punctuated by jovial banter and good-natured ribbing. Cook, despite her earlier irritability, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, her earlier gruff demeanour melting away in the camaraderie of the moment. Even the kitchen cat, having evidently decided that the coast was clear, crept back to observe the proceedings from a safe distance.

As the sun began to dip towards the horizon, the makeshift bowling match drew to a close, leaving behind a trail of cabbage leaves and empty bottles. The kitchen staff, in high spirits, returned to their posts, and Cook, with a satisfied smile, headed back towards her domain. It seemed that, for once, the sherry trifle would have to wait.

Vegetarian Safe Jams

There’s No Gelatine in Our Jams!

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Crafty Dog Strawberry Jam with Fruit Scone or two!

Do our jams and marmalades contain gelatine? No, they most certainly do not!

A common question we are asked at Markets is whether our products are suitable for vegetarians, as people think jams and marmalades are set with gelatine. This not the case – our Jams and Marmalades are actually set with pectin, which is made from apple skins, and is a natural product.

When people refer to a jam as a “jelly”, in the UK that means that it has had all the pips and fruit bits filtered before jarring up to make it a clear jam. It should still be made with pectin. (Crafty Dog Cymru don’t currently make a Jam Jelly).

If in doubt, read the label, or ask the producer.

New Year’s Eve at Crafty Dog Towers

Florence and the Mari Lwyd

In many parts of Wales there was a New Year’s Eve custom of the Mari Lwyd, where a sort of hobby horse (a man covered with a white sheet and holding a horse’s skull decorated with ribbons and bells) would go from door to door, singing little songs or rhymes that had to be answered by the householder behind their closed door, or sometimes they were riddles.  If they won the exchange they were allowed inside with their entourage for drinks and treats.  This custom dates back many centuries and is probably pagan in origin, from the murky mists of our Celtic ancestry.  As you can imagine, when this was revived here at Crafty Dog Towers in the 1960’s there were a few changes; there were no horses in the stables here by the 1960’s, and they couldn’t find a horse’s skull for the Mari Lwyd.  The (then) Butler, who happened to be the present Higgins’ uncle, had a brainwave.  Back in the 1890’s, Major Cuthbert Crafty-Dog had been in the Sudan with Lord Kitchener in the relief of Khartoum, where he had served with a branch of the colonial camel corps.  He got rather attached to his camel, Florence (he said she had such beautiful eyes, and those eyelashes…..) and he brought her back here after the war, and she lived out the rest of her days with the horses and park cattle in the lower meadow.   She passed away at the age of 42, and the now rather elderly Major Cuthbert had her immortalised, so for the next 50 years she stood in the entrance hall terrifying the post man or any unwary visitors.  Mind you, the taxidermist in the village was no great shakes, and because of him poor Florence appeared to be cross-eyed and knock-knee’d.   By 1960 her stuffing was falling out, her hump collapsing and she was generally the worse for wear.  She was retired to the stables when the hallway was redecorated but due to the great snow of 63, when the stable roof collapsed poor Florence’s figure was damaged beyond repair.  The stables were demolished a couple of years later, just at the time the then Lady Crafty Dog was intent on reviving the Mari Lwyd.  When the builders were clearing the rubble, they found a perfectly preserved skull of a very large horse with buck-teeth, which turned out to be Florence!  Since then, every year Florence grins her huge toothy grin as she goes from door to door round the cottages, scaring, singing or riddling the staff on the estate, finishing at the front door of the Towers, the very same hallway where she stood guard for over half a century.  When she arrives at our door, we forego the songs and riddles and instead offer her a bowl of dried dates – which were her favourite food in life!  We are sure that Florence and Major Cuthbert would approve!