“The repeated eruptions of burning stones…”

Back in the summer I wrote a post about the Greg family and their travels around the globe. Robert Hyde Greg was one such Greg, and his Grand Tour of Europe provides us with a lot of interesting detail about tourism and different cultures in the early 19th century. Yesterday, one of our cataloguing volunteers,…

A brief history of Quarry Bank

Over the past year I have been bringing you stories of Quarry Bank from the past and the present. However, I realise that I’ve never given you a linear account of the history of Quarry Bank, instead delving in and out of some of the more interesting spots in the property’s history – a highlight reel…

A Day in the Life of an Education Intern – Marie and Rachel

When I started this blog a year ago, I was a brand new intern and was already thoroughly enjoying everything that Quarry Bank had to offer, excited at the prospect of what I would experience and learn.  That experience landed me my current job here as Visitor Services Assistant, and we still have interns here…

It was thiiiiiis big…

Well aren’t I spoiling you all with two posts this week! Today, as I crossed over the bridge to enter the Mill, I spotted one of our rangers, Tim, in the Mill Yard, who promptly raised up the giant fish in his arms and yelled “salmon!” at me.  Oddly, not the strangest way I’ve been greeted…

Like a kid at Christmas…

Last week I went on the archive catalogue training course with some volunteers, held by Ally and Jane, and ended up feeling like a kid at Christmas when we were shown around the Collections Store. This magical treasure trove holds all the objects in our vast collection, and as I was wandering around beginning to…

“It is a very pretty and remarkably genteel play”

Another day and another wonderful find by our volunteers working hard to catalogue the archive.  This week, our volunteer Stella Prendiville was working on a letter from Mary Philips, which gives us a fresh insight into Greg family life at Norcliffe Hall. The letter is to her son Robert Philips Greg whilst he was at boarding school in Brighton…