THE life of a steeplejack is not for everyone. The profession has a long past—one panel of the Bayeux Tapestry shows a figure working on a church roof—and a daunting job description. The dictionary definition of the role is ‘a person whose work is building, painting, or repairing steeples, smokestacks, etc’, but this tells only half the story. By climbing exposed steeples, towers, monuments and chimneys with the aid of little more than rungs and ropes, steeplejacks put themselves into situations that would turn the average individual’s knees to jelly.
This has been the case for centuries. In the Middle Ages, itinerant steeplejacks journeyed where the work took them, carrying out daredevil tasks on spires and cathedrals. The trade really boomed with the onset of the Industrial Revolution, when vast towers and mill chimneys began to proliferate around the country. Fast forward to the 1970s and the trade received an unlikely PR boost after Bolton steeplejack Fred Dibnah climbed to fame by starring in a BAFTA-winning documentary about his vertiginous day job. The next 25 years saw a series of popular programmes about or presented by Dibnah. It was a lifelong calling. ‘When I were a boy, you would see little fellas with flat caps on, way up in the sky,’ he once reminisced. ‘It fascinated me.’
This story is from the August 09, 2023 edition of Country Life UK.
Start your 7-day Magzter GOLD free trial to access thousands of curated premium stories, and 9,000+ magazines and newspapers.
Already a subscriber ? Sign In
This story is from the August 09, 2023 edition of Country Life UK.
Start your 7-day Magzter GOLD free trial to access thousands of curated premium stories, and 9,000+ magazines and newspapers.
Already a subscriber? Sign In
Give it some stick
Galloping through the imagination, competitive hobby-horsing is a gymnastic sport on the rise in Britain, discovers Sybilla Hart
Paper escapes
Steven King selects his best travel books of 2024
For love, not money
This year may have marked the end of brag-art’, bought merely to show off one’s wealth. It’s time for a return to looking for connoisseurship, beauty and taste
Mary I: more bruised than bloody
Cast as a sanguinary tyrant, our first Queen Regnant may not deserve her brutal reputation, believes Geoffrey Munn
A love supreme
Art brought together 19th-century Norwich couple Joseph and Emily Stannard, who shared a passion for painting, but their destiny would be dramatically different
Private views
One of the best ways-often the only way-to visit the finest privately owned gardens in the country is by joining an exclusive tour. Non Morris does exactly that
Shhhhhh...
THERE is great delight to be had poring over the front pages of COUNTRY LIFE each week, dreaming of what life would be like in a Scottish castle (so reasonably priced, but do bear in mind the midges) or a townhouse in London’s Eaton Square (worth a king’s ransom, but, oh dear, the traffic) or perhaps that cottage in the Cotswolds (if you don’t mind standing next to Hollywood A-listers in the queue at Daylesford). The estate agent’s particulars will give you details of acreage, proximity to schools and railway stations, but never—no, never—an indication of noise levels.
Mission impossible
Rubble and ruin were all that remained of the early-19th-century Villa Frere and its gardens, planted by the English diplomat John Hookham Frere, until a group of dedicated volunteers came to its rescue. Josephine Tyndale-Biscoe tells the story
When a perfect storm hits
Weather, wars, elections and financial uncertainty all conspired against high-end house sales this year, but there were still some spectacular deals
Give the dog a bone
Man's best friend still needs to eat like its Lupus forebears, believes Jonathan Self, when it's not guarding food, greeting us or destroying our upholstery, of course