A few weeks ago, we took a much anticipated family trip to London . Preferring to catch an early train to beat
the crowds, my family of four plus my parents, headed off bright and early,
arriving in Liverpool Street
just after 8am!
We try to avoid the underground when travelling with the
girls and so took to our feet and walked; Liverpool Street to Lambeth Road is quite a stomp! Thankfully, the weather was glorious, one of
those bright May days, and there is always plenty to see on the South Bank, so
there was no complaining, not even from little legs Miss M.
My mum and dad in their normal attire! CC41 overcoat for my dad, and a 1940's teddy bear coat for my mum! |
It’s never a chore to walk in the beautiful parts of the
city. There are plenty of eateries to
stop off at. Breakfast was had just by
St Pauls Cathedral. Certainly beats my
normal morning view.
The reason for our jolly jaunt was a much anticipated visit
to IWM London.
I first visited the museum when I was in high school, back in the mid 1990’s. I found it utterly fascinating, and the books I took home as gifts for my parents were what sparked their initial interest in the Second World War. I remember waxing lyrical about the hanging aircraft in the atrium and the spectacular
If you don’t know already, Fashion on the Ration is an
exhibition that has been put together to show how men and women found new ways to
dress in the dark days of clothes rationing.
There is a brilliant book, "Fashion on the Ration", by Julie Summers, that accompanies the exhibition.
The exhibition has been beautifully put together. You aren’t allowed to take photographs in
there, although many people were blatantly doing so when we visited, but a
quick Google search should bring up plenty of photos of some of the beauties on
display.
Many of the clothing examples are breath-taking, and the
layout of the exhibition works really well as there is lots of space so you can
stand back and really appreciate the exhibits.
There are plenty of high end examples of clothing, novelty prints, and
an especially delightful two piece with a rather fetching ball of wool and
knitting needles print. There are films
running on various walls, which give a great atmosphere to the whole thing, but
I think they could have covered a bit more.
For an exhibition covering how hard it was to clothe yourself
during rationing, there is very little in the way of what is often seen as
mundane, everyday clothing. Yes, there
is a patchwork dress and underwear made out of silk maps. There is also a clip showing you how to cut
down the old man’s trilby so you can re-fashion it into a little topper for
yourself, but these barely touch the surface of what it was really like to make
do with what you had. I feel it is more
tailored towards the high fashion clothing than the standing in the grocery queue
fashions which so often get overlooked. There
aren’t enough knitteds for my liking, but being knitting obsessed I would think
that! The uniforms that are on display
are a nice touch, and I could happily have taken home the bright floral smocks
and overcoat with CC41 buttons.
There is a phenomenal
display of Jacqmar propaganda scarves, and they are probably my favourite thing
in the whole exhibition. Framed and
displayed as a collection, they are so cheerful and bright. These scarves are incredibly rare; we have a
rayon silk London Wall and RAF Happy Landings one in our collection, but I’ve
never seen any others for sale. I shall
keep looking though.
Although it might seem like I’m being a miserable sod, I’m honestly not. I thoroughly enjoyed the
exhibition, and if you’re into the fashions of the forties, then it certainly
is worth seeing, but it is smaller than I expected and therefore I think the £10 entry is
a little steep.
Once we’d looked round the exhibition, we wandered around
the rest of the museum, and although we had high hopes of a fabulous time, I’m
truly sad to say that we were a little underwhelmed by the whole
experience.
Disappointingly, we all left feeling that parts of the
museum were a little bit pants! The
Holocaust exhibition was informative and emotive, and I’m pleased I saw it
through to the end, but the exhibitions around the atrium were sterile and
poorly placed, there seemed to be no flow to it, no chronology. The section on the wartime family is very good, although the WVRS badge on a supposedly wartime WVS uniform is disappointing.
We are used to the splendour of IWM Duxford, very much a
family favourite, and hoped the London
would be the same, but it just lacked something. All four adults felt it, although no-one
really wanted to admit to it first because I’d been so excited to take everyone
down there. We spent less than 2 hours
in the museum and that just doesn’t seem right.
We thought that maybe we’d taken a wrong turn and missed an entire
section, but we hadn’t, there just wasn’t that much to see.
We had lunch in the sunshine in the gardens outside the
museum, and rested our aching feet for a while before heading back along the
South Bank towards the station.
The walk back to the station was not as fabulous as the morning walk had been. By Victoria Gardens , just by the fair rides, a
delightful light fingered member of society managed to relieve the Mr of his
wallet! Although we’d seen all the signs
and posters, and were super careful, we didn’t think it would happen to us; we
still don’t quite know how it did. Luckily,
he was reunited with his wallet, the offender having slung it into the gardens,
but safe to say it came back minus all the money, but thankfully all his cards,
driving licence, rail travel card etc, were untouched.
It didn’t spoil the day, but it certainly put a damper on it
and knocked the wind out of his sails.
The calm in the storm, my parents kindly treated us to dinner before we
climbed wearily onto the train home.
My dad hates London . Apparently, he always has. He worked there in the 1980s and thinks it’s
a dirty, smelly place. This experience
hasn’t made him think any more favourably about the city, and I don’t think
he’ll be joining us on further visits any time soon!