Category: History

War and Peace, Part I

The Commonwealth War Graves Commission cemetery at Soúdha must be one of the most beautifully sited in the world. It is kept perfectly. The lawns had been watered the morning we visited.

Antikythera

At the belated St Patrick’s Day dinner I attended last week there was an interesting guest: Michael Wright, a mechanical engineer, although that hardly does him justice. We have to go back some way to understand his achievement, in fact to Antikythera in the Aegean in about 80 BC where a cargo vessel carrying booty… Continue reading Antikythera

Death on the Bosphorus

I struggled at first with Dance to the Music of Time. It is otiose to allude to Powell’s circumlocutory style making Henry James’s prolix, copia verborum seem exiguous. However, I persisted and now I am hooked.

Forsyth Saga

I came across this plaque in Kensington Gardens on Sunday. It is the right time of year to see it because William Forsyth’s Forsythia was flowering.

Booth

No doubt you make a Pavlovian association between Booth and gin. Well the link has been broken since production ceased in 2017.

Royal Collection

A friend took me to The Queen’s Gallery at Buckingham Palace to see Art & Power, an exhibition almost entirely composed of Charles II’s acquisitions.

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PLA

Ten Trinity Square was built around the time of WWI as the headquarters of the recently established (1908) Port of London Authority (PLA). Today it is a luxury hotel and I thought that London now is insignificant as a port but, as so often, I am wrong.

Family History

I am a descendant of Sir John Bellew of Castle Roche, Co Louth. There is more than one interpretation of his ancestors.

William Huskisson

What went up Judy’s Passage? Lupton’s Tower of course. My first House (JDRMcC) was at one end so I went up Judy’s Passage a lot. These days I go through Milkmaid’s Passage. It links The Green Park with St James’s Place and is a good route to my club.

William Pickering

I have been given a bottle of port by a generous friend who found himself unable to walk past Berry Bros & Rudd without making a purchase. It is a twenty-year-old tawny labelled William Pickering – not a port house with which I am familiar.