Category: Family

Hilary At Home with Bertie

Like me, Bertie doesn’t send Christmas cards but we both like getting them. This is his first, probably only one this year. He thinks the artist has been a little unfair – too much hangdog, hungover look. This is a better likeness.

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Naughty Frances

Fiona Moorhouse’s recent comments have started me thinking about the four Lord Bellews of the First Creation.

Batsford

It is sometimes instructive to judge a book by its cover. Nobody could mistake the E Phillips Oppenheim cover in yesterday’s post for a treatise on bee keeping, unless the protagonists are being stung.

Strangers on a Train

It is April 2015, so pre-blog, I take a train to Berwick-on-Tweed to meet friends who have driven from East Anglia. So you are in the picture, as the army is fond of saying, we plan to walk down the coast to Alnwick.

The Hon Mrs Ronald Greville

You are looking at a spectacular tiara – natch, it belongs to the Royal Family. Was it plundered from a Maharajah, “borrowed” from a nabob? No it wasn’t.

Strange Stories of the Chase

The Countess of Feversham cut a dashing figure in the hunting field in a red coat and a top hat, as Millais’ portrait would bring out if I could find a colour version.

A Brief Alliance

Today it is a short blast up the motorway from Barmeath to Gormanston. It’s about twenty miles if you don’t mind paying the toll (my brother does). This was not the case in the 19th century.