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July 29, 2013

Getting Up To Monkey Business at the Grand…

Filed under: ENGLAND,Folkestone,PHOTOGRAPHY — kiwidutch @ 1:00 am
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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Another page from my last’s summer’s diary, where we are talking our Singaporean friend (we will call her here by her internet nickname“Velvetinenut” for internet privacy reasons) on some European adventures.

We’ve met up with friends in Folkestone and one of them is showing us the sights. After attempting to see France from the cliff tops here, we now turn our attention to the other massive chunk of man-made scenery behind us, the majestic form of Folkestone’s Grand Hotel. Our host suggests we go inside so that we can get a cold drink, so we get to see the inside of this beautiful building as well.

Velvetine requests a large glass of water and is a little surprised find that they take this very literally, serving her a pint glass full of iced water.

The Grand Hotel sits just a short distance from the former Metropole Hotel and together they make an impressive pair. If you like architectural detail, and character buildings you’d be most happy to stare at these buildings for a very long time.
Maybe it’s just me but I find this views just as enchanting as the grand views of the cliffs on both sides of the channel (that we could have seen this day if only the sea mist would clear)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

“When The Grand was built just over 100 years ago, it incorporated many novel features which have since become the norm but it had a rival: the Metropole…

At the time Folkestone was one of the most fashionable and prosperous coastal resorts and The Metropole, which standing immediately next door, had just been constructed. A local builder who had been disappointed not to secure the building contract became determined to build a rival establishment which was better in every way.

The builder, Daniel Baker, was in the forefront of innovative design;  he had already developed the use of cavity wall ties, and went one better with The Grand – waterproof cavity wall insulation.   He used a steel frame – one of the first – to give the large clear spans to the main reception rooms, and – said to be a world first – infilled it with reinforced concrete.   And he used suspended ceilings for improved soundproofing. Not only was he innovative, but also he was able to utilise new techniques to excellent effect. The steel frame allowed his formative use of curtain walling, resulting in the windows covering almost the entire width of the elevations to make the most of the sunny location and the fabulous views and a by-product of the concrete floors was one of the first examples of wall-to-wall carpeting.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

The place to be – The building was constructed as gentlemen’s residential chambers, and immediately established a reputation as the place to be and be seen. The King, Edward VII, became a frequent visitor, so much so that the locals would wander along The Leas in front of the building peering into the glasshouse to catch a glimpse of him;  apparently because he and his friends were heavily bearded, it became likened to looking at monkeys in a cage, hence the sobriquet “Monkey House”.

The King came not only with the Queen but also his intimate friend Alice Keppel, an hour-glass blue eyed beauty the epitome of elegance, lively wit and discretion, popularising the expression “monkey business” and his favoured three piece suits are still known as monkey suits in America.

A drink problem – Although the area now known as Keppels was then surrounded by an earth bank to keep out prying eyes, which Mrs Keppel’s great grand-daughter the Duchess of Cornwall might appreciate, this was more to do with the absence of a drinks licence!

When the local landowner, the Earl of Radnor, granted the lease for the building of The Metropole, he accepted a condition that he would not allow another hotel to be built within 600 yards.

Hostilities commenced even before the laying of bricks, and became so acrimonious that Lord Radnor and Daniel Baker fenced off The Leas to prevent Metropole patrons gaining access!

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

A solution – To overcome the liquor problem, patrons’ requirements were summoned from the local purveyors by telephone, and a lad would deliver them by bicycle! A subterranean cavern was excavated below Keppels accessed by hidden stairs to secrete customers’ own supplies, incorporating another new invention – refrigeration.

Another solution And to further assist discrete communication, a telephone box – in rustic style – was installed outside on The Leas, said to be yet another world first.
The chef, M Dutru, came from the Savoy, and the manager, Gustav Gelardi, from the Walsingham, both friends of the King. A descendant of the latter’s family, another Gelardi, is now manager of the Lanesborough.

In 1909 the King opened the new ballroom containing the first sprung dance floor in Europe. The first dance he took with the Queen, and the second with Mrs Keppel. A medal was struck to commemorate the event, and the King allowed the royal coat of arms to be used to publicise the establishment.

During the Great War the building was used as a refuge for the Belgian royal family and military hospital; thereafter the Prince of Wales’s patronage, later Edward VIII, assisted its resurgence, although Mrs Simpson stayed a little way away. Ward Lock’s guide described The Leas outside the front door as indisputably the finest marine promenade in the world.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Robert Morley made his stage debut here, as did Michael Caine – not a lot of people know that! Albert Sandler started the Palm Court Orchestra in the Monkey House, but all were driven away from Frontline Folkestone by the fall of France. The building was badly damaged by shelling from the French coast.
In the 50s it was Princess Margaret’s turn, and Agatha Christie, who had been writing Murder on the Orient Express at the time she stayed in one of the suites before the war, still came regularly. But by the 60s rail travel was being supplanted by air to more distant climes for the beau monde, and rent controls were such that the sale of leases of the apartments became the favoured option.

With the ending of rent controls and the vast improvement in communications in the wake of the Channel Tunnel, the apartments are again being let; but whereas they cost two guineas a day in 1903 – probably equivalent to £200 today – some can now be had for a week or more for under £200.

Once again – enjoyment for all To complement this, the unrivalled public rooms have been restored; Keppels, at one time decked out as the Seventies Disco, has had its years of accretions stripped away, and once more exudes its Edwardian ambience as an intimate bar/bistro.
The Palm Court alias the Monkey House has acquired a tented ceiling, a magical array of plants illuminated by over 5000 lights at night, and fine food and service to match, and the adjacent oak paneled Tudor Room has a bar, sumptuous sofas and a collection of massive old oil paintings catalogued as part of the national archive.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

November 22, 2012

More Monkey Business On Our Last Day in Singapore…

Filed under: PHOTOGRAPHY,Rasa Sentosa,Rasa Sentosa Food,SINGAPORE — kiwidutch @ 1:00 am
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It’s our last morning in Singapore, we wake up early and head off to breakfast, the sun is just up and there’s a hazy tropical mist enveloping the harbour.

I can just make out the forms of ships, but as the sun rises the haze begins to evaporate so after sorting out most of the bags in the room we leave the room to bright sunlight: Himself and the kids heading  for the the pool and me for a little walk around as per my physiotherapists instructions, camera in tow of course.

All of a sudden I become aware of movement on the balconies to my right… monkeys! … and lots of them too, and they appear to be making their way to one specific area.

Someone has put food out on their hotel balcony table and word has apparently travelled fast in the local primate community that breakfast is to be had on the fifth floor.

I watch in amazement as the monkeys appear to defy gravity as they move with ease from one floor to another, even a very young monkey, considerably smaller than the rest makes a leap upwards from the floor below covering a space more than double it’s body length and with nothing apparent to grab on to.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

It disappears from view for a split second into the small space between the balconies and emerges by the railings of the balcony one floor higher before scaling the wall to include himself in the breakfast party going on on the balcony next door.

The rest of the day is quiet, the kids opt to spend as much time in the pool as possible. Our flight goes almost at midnight so we’ve arranged for a later checkout than normal and will even have time for an early dinner here at the hotel.

We’ve learned from past experience that the kids will be tired when we leave for the airport and that eating at the airport when it’s their usual bedtime will not be a success (Little Mr. having fallen asleep by the time his order arrived).

Both will be fast asleep on the plane before the first meal arrives so a relaxed early meal at the hotel will make a smooth start to the long journey ahead. Both kids opt for the  pizza Kiwi Daughter had here before, Himself and I go after our favourite dishes.

All too soon our bags are being loaded into a minibus and we are getting inside to go to the airport…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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