The lintel above the front door of T. E. Lawrence’s cottage at Clouds Hill is well known:
It didn’t take much for me, as a Lawrence enthusiast, to ask Richard Healy of the Right Hand Press to cut the same inscription in the oak beam above the door to the Reading Room Press and this he did in 2010:
It had been my idea, inspired by Fergus Wessel’s work on the quoin-stones of the Whittington Press, to do something with the stone to the left of the door. Rory Young, that estimable stone-cutter and sculptor, for long had generously agreed to help. On a wet morning in June 2019 he came:
The door may be in need of a new coat of paint but for a humble portal it’s lucky to have had the attentions of such craftsmen.
The press aspires to typographic excellence and has taken some comfort at least from the animated tenor of discussion that has accompanied the publication of past books . It now ventures to claim that it leads the world in the art of that lesser known aspect of typography: typagriphy.
My neighbours’ daughter, Rebecca, married Ed in July 2017 and I helped prepare the field for the reception. Having cut the area of grass for the marquees, on the spur of the moment I cut the letters shown ‘freehand’ with no prior measurement. Whilst they are brutally sans serif they are, I feel, majestic.
The second picture below shows the wedding guests ‘filling in’. The leading proponent of this new typographic art-form can be seen at the apex of the bowl of the ‘R’, arms outstretched in a pose reminiscent of Robert Gibbings playing the part of God …
The Bodleian Library, to mark the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare’s death, invited printers to select a single sonnet and submit a letterpress version. Delighted to be one of the 155 printers I commissioned the wood engraver Paul Kershaw to design and cut for me an initial letter L seen here:
A Private Press-sponsored Gate
It is almost sixty years since the pubic footpath that ran outside the window of Coneygar Lodge - the home of The Reading Room Press - was diverted 20 yards down the road into the adjoining meadow. Visitors for N.A.D.F.A.S., S.W.E. and O.G.P. picnics parking in the field, will have been familiar with the gate:
This picture was taken several years ago. The gate had deteriorated further; indeed it disintegrated when removed from its hinges:
There seemed to me to be such a warmth of vernacular craftsmanship about the gate I thought it worthwhile replacing it like-for like rather than with the ubiquitous tubular steel affair. With the farmer’s blessing I commissioned a local carpenter to build another one:
All the iron-work was preserved. The hinge post remained unmoved. The delightful latch was restored. The wooden knob atop the plunger was turned from a boxwood billet discarded and rescued many years ago from the fire from a man making pub-skittles.
This could well be the first time a private press has sponsored a gate. I am grateful to Tim Morris, the land-owner for supporting my endeavour; to Trevor Sallis for making the gate; to Andrew Ives for supplying the latch-post; to Nick Sandford (“gates float my boat”) for fettling all the iron-work and both expertise and enthusiam throughout; to Peter Dunn for help hanging and digging and to Ian Stephens for providing the boxwood.