Stone Markers (Part 1)

Maybe a name or that of a football team carved by some visitor into a tree trunk or scratched onto a stone. It is of little meaning or matter to anyone other than the scribe – indeed it might even cause offence. I, a stranger, was here and wanted to leave my mark. Some may say an act of defacement – vandalism.

Then again there may be occasion that one looks upon such marks with interest. Etchings made on walls and timbers by those held captive for example, perhaps hundreds of years ago. They communicate something of event and history which might otherwise be unrecorded, connecting with period and perhaps eliciting thoughts of deprivation, hardship and the like.

Chepstow Castle, the oldest post Roman stone fortification in Britain. One cannot help but admire the beautiful details in amongst the scale and grandness of it all. The oldest surviving castle doors in Europe hung in 1190, the forgeChepstowd iron pins, carved arrow ports, bleached oak and so on. But then something for which no explanation can be given. A single cricket ball sized red stone set amongst the mass of light coloured rock in this monumental fortified structure – well above eye level and still secure in its original unblemished gritty course. Perhaps a piece of the old red stone one finds near St Davids or red Jasper from the North of Wales. Closer inspection with a ladder might tell. The point is that it can only have been placed there deliberately and for some reason. A signature of one of the stonemasons perhaps, maybe a levelling or alignment mark. The guides on duty did not know nor had they noticed it before. But it made everybody think – and imagine. It HAS to mean something!

One soon becomes accustomed to the dry white limestone walls bordering the road on Ratlin Island. They are unusual, probably unique to IMG_3348the place, and in admiring their contribution to the island environment one wouldn’t necessarily enquire as to their history.  After all – they are only walls.  But then a date. 1833 – marked in the wall using black basalt from the adjoining beach. The imaginative of someone, a tenant farmer or labourer, to record not himself but the year of construction.

In the small city of Trier in the Mosel Valley – a mark etched in the stone of the large entrance gate known as the PortPorta Negroa Negro built nearly two thousand years ago. Low down within the stone portal of the gate a signature of the builder to acknowledge payment for his work. The whole magnificent structure a story of the grand history of empire – that one small mark bringing to the story one unknown individual, his instruction, maybe his hand and a day to day event.
I’m sure you could think of many such marks you have seen.  What do you make of these? One connects with the banner picture on our home page the another a piece of Norfolk brick built into a dry stone wall in Ireland.

Rosbeg Wall


Perfect Imperfection

On reflection and when visiting somewhere for the first time with what I feel to be an open mind I often find myself leaving with a sense of having been taken by something – yes – unexpected!  Open mind huh!

Bas relief and  high relief carving into a block of untreated agate
Bas relief and
high relief carving
into a block of
untreated agate

This was the case during a recent visit to the gem museum in Idar-Oberstein near Frankfurt.  I’ll maybe chat a little about Idar in a later post, suffice to say it is home to this gem museum and appropriately so given its historic status since the 15th Century as a centre for mining agate and, many would argue, the global epicentre for fine semiprecious stone carving.

A picture may cost a couple a euro for the museum permit but it often conveys more than a thousand IMG_0111words and by showing a handful I hope you will get a feeling for the exceptional levels of skill and creative vision upon which, over the generations, the name of the ‘River Idar’ has become synonymous.


Flower arrangements and vases of semi  precious stone.
Flower arrangements
and vases of semi
precious stone.

Among all the beautiful works there was in one room a row of cabinets displaying worked and ‘rough’ specimens of emerald, ruby, sapphire, beryl, lapis lazuli, turquoise and many others types of precious and semi-precious stones – all marked ‘Synth’. Rather un-inspiringly displayed I passed on, returning to it having completed my ‘tour’ with a slightly troubled feeling of having missed something. I couldn’t dally as it was past closing time but I did take a couple of quick pictures.  ‘Ja, Ja, of course’ explained the very kindly attendant in her limited English as she shepherded me out, ‘it is material made in a factory, synthetik’.

I am sure most of you are more worldly wise than I but I suspect there may be some who like me were unaware as to the extent of industry’s capability to manufacture precious stones – sapphires, emeralds, ruby’s, diamonds – all flawless and created to any desired colour or shade, not to mention a range ofIMG_0099 the more  prized semi-precious stones. A sort of modern day alchemy – all being used for jewellery manufacture and, in the case of diamonds for industrial applications as well. Desirable to makers of jewellery because they are cheaper – and consistent in, dare I say it, quality.

I have to confess I was rather shocked, perhaps naively. The romantic notion of a piece of material that has been sheltered for millions of years, unearthed and shaped by the hand of man into something beautiful – shattered! And the fact that it is flawless – manufactured perfection – the perfect 10, the

A rare piece of mined Jasper
A rare piece of
mined Jasper

unblemished complexion on a photo-shopped face….. Is it a fraud or is it not? However strong the connection will someone in years to come be disappointed when they are told that their magnificent sapphire is synthetic? It can be detected using sophisticated spectroscopy techniques.

In some way it seems different to the production of pearls in culture – the cheapest a mere few microns of pearl on a plastic bead. Is that what it will come to – the laying down or fusion of a layer of material onto a cheap base of the same refractive index?  Who knows – this may be the future of mass production jewellery.

Sitting on my workshop table when I returned home, alongside a Lapis dome I’d fashioned during training, was a pair of ‘practice’ cufflinks I’d also made using a small piece of rough Lapis Lazuli. Revealed only when it was cut were irregular inclusions of calcite and a scattering of golden pyrite flecks in such a pattern as to give it an almost celestial appearance – like a tiny picture a child might imagine taken in the depths of space. 2016-02-09 Alistair R Cufflinks-007I looked at my dome and the Lapis in the cufflinks against the photograph of the even coloured and flawless synthetic materials I had seen in the museum and thought, this is nature, this is uniqueness, these pieces have an identity. Celebrate the difference and hats off to natures wonderful, surprising, beautiful, at times exasperating for the designer – but perfect ……. IMPERFECTION!!  Or should that be Imperfect Perfection

Alistair R.  The Torran Cufflink in Labradorite
Alistair R. The Torran
Cufflink in Labradorite



For the love of stone

Pewsey vale blog
Marlborough Downs from the Vale of Pewsey

It’s been quite a while since my last post – in truth because I have found this one surprisingly difficult to write.  Reminiscing can sometimes stir up all manner of things – a challenge to one unaccustomed to writing!

I was fortunate to have been raised in the North Wiltshire countryside – a land of open rolling downland, ridgeways, escarpments, fertile vales, forests and ventersblogchalk streams – a far cry from the more intimate ‘basket of eggs’ drumlin country in which I now live.  Farming during breaks from school and university one saw the seasons come and go, the early morning sunrise and the day’s end, the ever changing landscape crafted like some giant abstract by maturing crops and the plough. It was at times arresting in its beauty.

Sunrise - Pewsey Vale
Sunrise – Pewsey Vale


The area was dotted with ancient and prehistoric sites – Neolithic settlements and flint mines, stone circles, long barrows, iron age forts, white horses – tumuli everywhere and even a Roman mint. Avebury, Martinsell, West Kennet Long Barrow, Silbury Hill, Overton Down and further away Stonehenge, a 2 hour bike ride.

Avebury winter - in headlights
Avebury winter – in headlights

Exploring was a staple pastime of youth for we saw ourselves as latterday hunter gatherers – searching for flint artifacts, roman coins, fossils or unusually coloured stones; carving things from bits of wood. Observing the colouration of flint in firebeds on bronze and iron age sites, oranges through reds. All fuel to the fire of our collective youthful imaginations.  Man and stone – connected.  And wood of course – happy days. So it might not come as a surprise that I felt an immensely deep sense of belonging when I returned after many years of absence. The thrill of rediscovering sensations – the warm, earthy scent of summer rain on sun _L7B7630baked chalky soil, the smell of the local ale. The re-awakening of that youthful imagination and curiosity albeit tempered with broader knowledge, a greater sense of context and a few miles on the clock.  And an even greater interest in stone.

Flint nodule - 5" x 9"
Flint nodule – 5″ x 9″

Flint nodules as if from the hand of Moore himself, the beauty of its hidden colour made all the greater for the difficulty in finding unblemished material. The realisation that in prehistoric times a simple adornment painstakingly made was a true measure of reverence or love.

Given a long held interest in the visual and creative arts it was perhaps unsurprising that this rekindled interest in stone would be as warm water on the little seed I mentioned in the last blog. I became determined to make something – and it had to be from flint, the stone of our _L7B7628-Edit a1shprimitive forefathers. Perhaps a contemporary take on an ancient tool – in one of a million shades of grey.

Determined to learn the skills and do it with my own hands the next stage of the journey began and over the following couple of years working with pieces of rough stone from all over the world the realisation soon dawned on me that the true beauty of nature was in it’s wonderful imperfection. Maybe some more about that next time.

Alistair-R The Seed is Sown

It may seem an odd subject on which to start but if you were to Google ‘Baron Gustav Freiherr von Pohl’ you would find many references to work this highly respected German aristocrat and medical researcher carried out in Bavaria in 1929 – and the links he Pohlbookblogdiscovered between detectable energy lines emanating from underground watercourses and incidences of chronic disease, particularly cancer. You will find references in scientific journals and to the book he published on the subject in 1932. Then nothing – only a note to the fact that he died in 1938. It is as if he disappeared.

Educated at The Heatherley’s School of Fine Art and the City of London College of Art, married to Dulys with one daughter and living in Croydon Thomas Flowerday Clarke started his working life in the late 1890’s in commodities – tea, rubber, iron, steel and travelling the ‘empire’ as it still was then. His father, himself a businessman and evidently uncomfortable with his son’s artistic leanings, approved. In the early 1900’s circumstances forced Tom, as his friends knew him, to set up his own brokerage business in London – soon becoming London agent for the large German industrial conglomerate Krupp Eisenhandel.  The business relationship blossomed as did his social involvement in the higher echelons of German industrial society and in 1917 he became engaged to the daughter of one of the Rhineland industrial magnates.

TFC Photo-Edit a1Then war, suspension of business and the mourning of lost relations, the death of his fiancée from whom he had been separated over the war years in the outbreak of Spanish flu, the boom years of the roaring 20’s, marriage in 1921 at the age of 45, fatherhood and the great depression of the early 30’s. Then in the mid 30’s and out of the blue a letter from one of his old German friends, a close friend of Gustav von Pohl, asking for Tom’s help. Gustav, a fervent anti Nazi, had ‘flown’ Germany for London in fear of his life. Leaving all his property behind he had fled in great haste with just one small suitcase and knew nobody in England other than Tom.

TFC German Letter 72blogTom tracked him down to a small hostel in London and took him back to his home as a guest – an open ended invitation. He lent Gustav clothes, for they were of similar build, and bought back from pawn three personal items of value that Gustav had himself sold to raise some money – to return to him.

_L7B7108blogGustav was as one of the family but having managed to transfer some assets out of Germany and after a stay of several months he was able move into his own house in Croydon. In his gratitude he gave Tom two possessions that he had brought with him from Germany, both dear to him – his father’s 18ct gold pocket watch and his own set of dress studs, silvery cabochon moonstones in 18ct gold with matching cufflinks – the chain link comprising a double loop. The epitome of simple, timeless and elegant design.

Passed down to me through Tom’s daughter, my mother, you will not find it had to imagine how they have become greatly treasured. dresslinksblogFor their simple beauty alone the set of dress studs are a delight to wear but their real value lies in the way they connect to a very personal family story – one of adversity, kindness, friendship and generosity – at a very difficult time.  It is warming to reflect on such things and a reminder of how better one should strive to be in such measures.

Other than in antique jewellery shops and only then very occasionally it is difficult to find pieces like that any more and so about 9 years ago the tiniest seed of an idea took root – to create a range of cufflink designs that are simple, elegant and timeless – honouring the tradition of European jewellery design and manufacture but with a contemporary twist.

Of course there are many other influences and each has left its mark as the idea grew. You will see Gustav and Tom’s in the designs – and in the eternity symbol adopted as a motif – embracing the A and the R – Alistair Robbie, me – Alistair R


After a sudden and short illness Gustav died in 1938 and as Tom mourned the loss of one he affectionately described as ‘a good old friend’ he too was admitted into hospital with a serious heart condition. From this point life took an altogether different turn. But we’ll leave it there for the time being and maybe look at another big influence in 2 or 3 weeks – and an even larger stride back in time!