Dorset Apple Cake Perfect for using up a glut of apples or just to make at any time - a really comforting cake, especially served warm.
Ingredients: 4 medium apples - pick something with a bit of sharpness Squeeze of lemon 225g wholemeal flour 2 tsp baking powder Pinch of salt 1 tsp mixed spice 1 tsp cinnamon 175g light muscovado sugar 150g butter 2 large eggs Demerara sugar to sprinkle on top A generous handful of flaked almonds Preparation: Line a 20cm springform tin with baking paper. Peel and core the apples, dice and then add a squeeze of lemon Melt the butter Beat the eggs in a jug Heat the oven to 160C. Method: Put flour, baking powder, salt, spices and sugar in a large bowl and stir in the butter and eggs. Beat together for a minute or so until well combined by hand or with an electric mixer. Stir in the apples until well distributed and then spoon the batter into the tin. Smooth the top and then sprinkle with the Demerara sugar. Bake for an hour, then add the almonds and bake for about 15-25 minutes more until the cake’s sides are coming away from the tin. Allow to cool for 10 minutes in the tin then lift onto a rack to cool completely.
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  A luscious fruity summer dessert.
Serves 6 Ingredients 3 Peaches (not too ripe - it needs to be slightly firm) For the base: 55g butter 115g ginger biscuits For the poaching syrup: 200ml water 100ml ginger cordial 80g sugar Juice of 1 lemon For the decoration: 100ml double cream 1 tsp caster sugar About 24 strawberries
 This is adapted from a recipe by Betty’s of Harrogate who run wonderful baking courses at their craft bakery. It's a good basic recipe which can be adapted for lots of different kinds of biscuits.
Makes 24-30 (depending on size) INGREDIENTS 150g softened butter 150g caster sugar 1 large egg 1 tsp vanilla extract 200g plain flour 1 tsp baking powder 300g chocolate pieces (dark, milk or white or a mixture of what you prefer) or a few hazelnuts if that’s your thing. METHOD
 A long time ago I saw a TV programme in a series called 6 English Towns about Richmond in North Yorkshire. At the time I knew Richmond a little - it was somewhere I drove though on the way to the Yorkshire Dales, but I’d never taken a close look. The programme focused on the town’s setting, high above the waterfalls and bridges on the River Swale, with a vast Norman castle at its summit. It made me go back and look again and I’ve been looking again ever since. The town has a terrific mix of architecture including a gorgeous Georgian theatre, a beautiful Victorian railway station and one of the most dramatically sited castles in England. Here are a few of the paintings from down the years - click on the images to see the details. They're all available from Masham Gallery …and there’s a short Youtube video about my love of this amazing town which you can see by clicking here.       Lyonel Feininger isn't a name that's widely known. He was a remarkable man: cartoonist, composer, violinist and artist. He was born in New York but travelled to Germany in 1887 and lived there for most of his life. I first came across his work in a battered book I found in a Durham junk shop. I'd just started painting seriously and was feeling I somehow had to break away from the influences that had so far dominated my work. As soon as I saw Lyonel's pictures I knew I had a new place to start from. His shaded blocks of colour, angled lights and heavy textures drew me in and started me off on a new series of abstract paintings. But that was all a long time ago, a half century ago. I'd almost forgotten my debt to Lyonel but, as I was strolling through Berlin's fabulous Neue Nationalgalerie there he was! I felt the same thrill. I stood and just absorbed his work all over again.
Although he worked among some of the greats in Germany his work, like that of many others, was classified by the Nazis as degenerate art at their infamous Entartete Kunst exhibition in 1936. Lyonel promptly left Germany for America but returned after the war to a country transformed by the ravages of conflict. He's one of thousands of artists who made great contributions but, for one reason or another, haven't been remembered by many except the artists they influenced. Look him up - there's plenty of his work on the web. You might, like me, be inspired! Semerwater is one of only two natural lakes in the Yorkshire Dales. It's a gorgeous spot in little Raydale. It has a great legend. Here it is: One day an old beggar passed through the city that now lies under the waves. He asked at every house for food and drink, from the humblest hovel to the highest palace, but was turned away. Walking out of the city he came to a shepherd’s cottage high on the hillside where he was welcomed in, given cheese, ale and backstone cakes (a kind of Dales oatcake) and a bed for the night. In the morning the beggar stood at the cottage door and looked down at the city in the valley bottom. He muttered these words: "Semerwater rise, and Semerwater sink, And swallow the town all save this house, Where they gave me food and drink.” At once waters began pouring into the valley from the surrounding hills until the city was drowned and every dwelling beneath the water, save for the shepherd’s cottage. And this is why, if you take a boat out onto Semerwater and listen in the quiet of the evening, you can hear faintly, from the beneath the water, the church bells rolling and tolling in the slow currents below the surface of the lake. And here's a painting I made of the lake a while ago. Available from Masham Gallery   It’s been a very strange year. A few months ago my exhibition Northern Soul - about the character of the North of England - was due to open at the Ryedale Museum on the North York Moors. It was overtaken by events. Now, however, I’m delighted to say that the pictures are on display at Farfield Mill at Sedburgh, Cumbria.
It’s been a long journey for this project to this point so here’s the background and what the exhibition is all about. In 2016 I had the idea of creating an exhibition about my life in the North of England. The idea grew into a series of paintings and prints and then into a book. I found that delving into my past, trying to see how I first saw the places I discovered in the North, was an amazing source of inspiration. The exhibition began touring in 2019 having its debut at Cannon Hall near Barnsley and then moving to Masham Gallery. This year it's going to Farfield Mill and Sunny Banks Mills - all places which relate to different aspects of the North and my time there. This year I'd thought I'd accompany the exhibition with an occasional blog including extracts from the book and some of the pictures. Here's the first instalment. The year is 1973... "I came to the North of England in September 1973. At the age of twenty I had come to learn how to be a music teacher, at a college in Durham. I was deeply unhappy. I was going to a strange city a long way from home, my lovely father was dying of cancer, I was about to study for a career that I was in no way sure I wanted to do and, since my exam results had been appalling, I had great doubts about my ability to stay the course. Little did I know that the North would make me. I would grow up there, discover talents for teaching and making art that I never suspected, discover places and music and stories that I would love for the rest of my life, and find happiness. Along the way one question would occasionally surface: What makes the North the North? It isn’t simply that old cliche: a hard-working alternative to a soft and lazy South, and yet it’s a hard question to answer. It is an alternative of sorts - an alternative to the dreamy chocolate-box portrayal of England that exists only in the imagination. Perhaps, if we’re honest, its the truth of England, where all things are seen clearly: the incomparable beauty of the landscape, the harsh ugliness left by industry, the great wealth of the aristocracy, the miserable housing of the poor, the civic pride of the mill towns and a people as likely to be mobilised by political oratory as by a comedian with a ukulele. The North is a place made up of a multitude of races, each with their own deep pool of stories which combine to make a shared way of life. Mining, the Potato Famine, the textile industry, persecution, war and politics all brought different people to the North. The list goes on. So I’ve approached the Northern Soul as though it were a jigsaw puzzle: examining the pieces I’ve come across over the years for what they can tell me. I’ve got some bits of the edge and some promising parts of the middle but I’d be lying if I said I was close to completing it. There are parts of the North I know only slightly and others I know like the back of my hand, and I’ll plead guilty now to favouring some places over others because that’s just the way it is. So this book is at once the log of a long, as yet unfinished, journey, and a love letter to the North of England. It’s about the places I’ve known and painted, and what part they play in this complex, careworn, mountainous, multifaceted, wave-tossed, warm-welcoming, windblown, freezing, friendly, tough spirited, tender hearted, rusty, rebellious, ruinous, green, golden, chilled- out, challenging, deep-rooted, dale-scattered, subtle, smoky, special land. " From "Northern Soul" by Ian Scott Massie The book is available from Masham Gallery http://www.mashamgallery.co.uk/store/p379/Northern_Soul.html The exhibition of Northern Soul is at Farfield Mill, Sedbergh, LA10 5LW until 1/11/20 All the pictures are available to see online here: http://www.ianscottmassie.com/northern-soul.html  Durham, Morning Light, watercolour This is where my life in the North really started. I had passed through Durham several times as a child, but always asleep - swaying gently in my bunk on the sleeper train from Kings Cross to Aberdeen. I have a dream-like image in my head of the long train steaming up the East of England under the summer moon, rattling through a litany of slumbering cities on its way to the wake-up call of the Forth Bridge crossing. I knew nothing about Durham when I arrived: nothing about coal seams, outside toilets, working men’s clubs, the pitmatic dialect, the Prince Bishops, the Northumbrian saints, panhaggerty and Category D villages. I didn’t know that John Ruskin had declared the view from the station the eighth wonder of the world when, transfixed, I gazed at the miraculous, misty vision of the cathedral and castle rising on their rock above the city from a green cloud of trees. The streets curved, flowing around the meander of the River Wear and, beyond, the blue hills disappeared into the distance. From my hilltop college I could walk down narrow footpaths, over a fairytale bridge and into the shadowed heart of the cathedral in a few glorious minutes. In the pubs and cafes and clubs I got to know musicians and artists. The lilting cadences of their accents, the unshakeable sureness of their shared culture and the warmth with which they included me in their lives left an indelible impression on me. I began to lose what Southern reserve I had and learn empathy and trust. Beyond its medieval roots Durham was built on and paid for by coal. North Road crosses Framwellgate Bridge and climbs to the Market Place. A right turn takes you higher, between towering facades, to Palace Green where at one end stands the cathedral, and, at the other, the castle. This is Durham’s display of stately grandeur and it’s amazing. But if you turn left you cross the 12th century Elvet Bridge. For one day in the year this street is bursting with brass bands and banners and marching feet as a socialist celebration - the Big Meeting (the Durham Miners’ Gala) - takes over the town. The heritage of hard work, humour, political fire and music of the Durham coalfield comes into the ancient city in a blaze of glory. And there, in a nutshell, you have an essential feature of Durham’s character: inequality. It’s the gulf between the easy privilege of the church and university and the legacy of hard labour, between reserve and verve, between the arrogance of assumed authority and the refusal to submit to it. There is a good humoured echo here of a theme which runs through the North - revolt against the South. In 1069 the people of the Northumbria - the kingdom recently subsumed into England - rose up against their newly installed conquerors in a bid to recreate an independent North. With their ancient allies of Scotland and Denmark they attacked the garrison of Durham Castle and slaughtered it, moving on to besiege York. They failed, but the spark of revolution was never to be completely extinguished. From "Northern Soul" by Ian Scott Massie The book is available from Masham Gallery http://www.mashamgallery.co.uk/store/p379/Northern_Soul.html The exhibition of Northern Soul opens at Ryedale Folk Museum, Hutton le Hole, North Yorkshire with a preview on April 3rd.  Durham Cathedral from the Viaduct, watercolour In 2016 I had the idea of creating an exhibition about my life in the North of England. The idea grew into a series of paintings and prints and then into a book. I found that delving into my past, trying to see how I first saw the places I discovered in the North, was an amazing source of inspiration. The exhibition began touring in 2019 having its debut at Cannon Hall near Barnsley and then moving to Masham Gallery. This year it's going to Ryedale Folk Museum, Farfield Mill and Sunny Banks Mills - all places which relate to different aspects of the North and my time there. This year I'd thought I'd accompany the exhibition with an occasional blog including extracts from the book and some of the pictures. Here's the first instalment. The year is 1973... "I came to the North of England in September 1973. At the age of twenty I had come to learn how to be a music teacher, at a college in Durham. I was deeply unhappy. I was going to a strange city a long way from home, my lovely father was dying of cancer, I was about to study for a career that I was in no way sure I wanted to do and, since my exam results had been appalling, I had great doubts about my ability to stay the course. Little did I know that the North would make me. I would grow up there, discover talents for teaching and making art that I never suspected, discover places and music and stories that I would love for the rest of my life, and find happiness. Along the way one question would occasionally surface: What makes the North the North? It isn’t simply that old cliche: a hard-working alternative to a soft and lazy South, and yet it’s a hard question to answer. It is an alternative of sorts - an alternative to the dreamy chocolate-box portrayal of England that exists only in the imagination. Perhaps, if we’re honest, its the truth of England, where all things are seen clearly: the incomparable beauty of the landscape, the harsh ugliness left by industry, the great wealth of the aristocracy, the miserable housing of the poor, the civic pride of the mill towns and a people as likely to be mobilised by political oratory as by a comedian with a ukulele. The North is a place made up of a multitude of races, each with their own deep pool of stories which combine to make a shared way of life. Mining, the Potato Famine, the textile industry, persecution, war and politics all brought different people to the North. The list goes on. So I’ve approached the Northern Soul as though it were a jigsaw puzzle: examining the pieces I’ve come across over the years for what they can tell me. I’ve got some bits of the edge and some promising parts of the middle but I’d be lying if I said I was close to completing it. There are parts of the North I know only slightly and others I know like the back of my hand, and I’ll plead guilty now to favouring some places over others because that’s just the way it is. So this book is at once the log of a long, as yet unfinished, journey, and a love letter to the North of England. It’s about the places I’ve known and painted, and what part they play in this complex, careworn, mountainous, multifaceted, wave-tossed, warm-welcoming, windblown, freezing, friendly, tough spirited, tender hearted, rusty, rebellious, ruinous, green, golden, chilled- out, challenging, deep-rooted, dale-scattered, subtle, smoky, special land. " From "Northern Soul" by Ian Scott Massie The book is available from Masham Gallery http://www.mashamgallery.co.uk/store/p379/Northern_Soul.html The exhibition opens at Ryedale Folk Museum, Hutton le Hole with a preview on April 3rd. |