Superb thick fillet of Cornish Hake cooked by Anthony Sargeant. The Hake was ordered from the superb fish stall in Shrewsbury’s covered market. Carefully pan fried and served with a chicken based sauce on a bed of Sweetheart cabbage. Hake is in the view of many a superior taste to Cod. Shown below is the size of the Hake from which Tony Sargeant filleted this portion. The remainder of the filleted portions were fast frozen (it freezes very well).
Anthony Sargeant bought this charming impressionistic landscape at auction. It is an oil on canvas laid on board and measures approximately 35 by 45cm. The artist was born in Broxburn. He lived in Edinburgh and painted landscape and coastal views. He studied at the Edinburgh School of Design and later in Paris and at Barbizon. He exhibited at the Royal Academy from 1889, the Royal Society of British Artists and the Royal Institute of Painters in Watercolours.
Anthony Sargeant bought this charming portrait of Laurence Binyon quite recently at auction. It is a drypoint of 1898 by William Strang printed by his son David Strang. Other examples are owned by the National Portrait Gallery, and National Galleries of Scotland.
Laurence Binyon was a distinguished English poet, dramatist and art scholar (1869-1943) He was Keeper of Prints and Drawings at the British Museum for many years but also held posts as Norton Professor of Poetry at Harvard University and Byron Professor of English Literature at Athens University among others.
He is probably best remembered today for the middle stanza of his poem, “For the Fallen” used in Remembrance Days services:
- They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
- Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
- They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
- They fell with their faces to the foe.
- They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
- Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
- At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
- We will remember them.
- They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
- They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
- They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
- They sleep beyond England’s foam
Anthony Sargeant cooked a small joint of beautifully marbled beef earlier in the week. Quickly sealed in a hot pan then into a fan oven at 60 degrees Celsius for an hour and a half. What was left after the first meal was very thinly sliced and served cold with chips (french fries to Americans) a salad and a few spicy stuffed red peppers.
Anthony Sargeant drove down to Bracklesham Bay on the English South Coast in 1963 together with Barbara Attridge to visit his friends, Steve Lee (seen here with Barbara Attridge), Mark Baxter, and Bob Tweddle, who were working in the summer vacation at Bracklesham Bay Hotel.
Andy was a rescue dog – a great big irrepresible blond dollop of a dog. Anthony Sargeant took this photograph of him – he was an Alsatian cross of some kind. The rescue kennels had tried to rehouse him on 3 or 4 occasions but he was returned each time because the families could not cope with his size and energy – fortunately living in a big house with fields behind we could. He was irresistible on our first visit to the kennels bounding out to greet us. He lived to a good age for a big dog but it was heart wrenching when he died.
Anthony Sargeant took this photograph on a sunny day in September 1979. Mont St Michel seems to float in the clear blue sky above the fields of Normandy.