08 Aug 2021
This was a wide-ranging wander. I started off crossing the river to Bedminster, to walk a single little cul-de-sac, Hardy Avenue, that I'd managed to miss on at least one previous walk. Then, pausing only to explore a few back alleyways, I headed for a few destinations related mostly by the Hughes family, who I've been researching a little as part of background for a possible novel, as several of them were involved in the Stella Matutina.
However, mostly it's the artistic side of the family I wanted to explore today, as that's where most of their public history lies (as you might expect, there's often not much in the public record about the workings of an occult organisation.) First I visited College Green, where the façade of the Catch 22 Fish & Chip shop still bears the work of Catherine Edith Hughes. Then I wandered up to the top of Park Street to pop into the Clifton Arts Club's annual exhibition, as Catherine, her half-brother Donald, his wife Hope and at least two other Hugheses were members. Donald was chairman for 40 solid years; Hope was Secretary for eight, and Ellard and Margaret Hughes, two more Hughes siblings, were members along with Catherine.
Finally I walked home with a small diversion to Berkeley Square, to confirm the location of Donald Hughes's house by checking for a particular plaque by the front door.
I must admit I'm not entirely sure where all this research is really leading me, but I'm finding it quite interesting to bump across the faint lines of history that link the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, founded in 1888, to modern, quotidian Bristol.
Here's a startling coincidence. When I came to Berkeley Square last time, to see if I could sense somehow where the Stella Matutina vault had been stored, I had no idea which house might have contained it. I did, however, joke that I was attracted to number 23 because of the number of the house and the colour of the door.
I've since found out that Donald Hughes lived in Berkeley Square, and was likely to have been the person who stored the vault after the temple became dormant in the 1950s (I think this may have been following his wife Hope's tragic death here in 1951.) And I also found out (in some communications of the Bristol-Hannover twinning committee, improbably) that he had a plaque to John Loudon McAdam fitted to his house when he lived there, in tribute to this illustrious former occupant.
And... What's that I see, just to the right of the door?
Yes. This was Donald Hughes's house, and likely the last resting place of the vault of the Bristol Hermes Temple.