I enjoyed sounding the gong to announce meals at Barmeath in my childhood. Under my grandmother’s instruction my technique improved from loud bashing (think Top Cat summoning the gang) to a subtler, gradually increasing crescendo, beating around the edge of the gong, culminating in a final stroke, fortissimo, to the centre.
Category: Travel
A Marshal of France
La Vie Rurale
An Admiral of the Blue
Bradford on Avon to Bath, along the K&A canal, is not far – maybe ten miles. Almost immediately on the outskirts of Bradford is a 14th century tithe barn, so over-restored that it looks like a (successful) stockbroker’s second home. I have read that the interior is worth seeing but it was not open early… Continue reading An Admiral of the Blue
Burton in Bradford on Avon
Roger le Poer, Pumping and Pele
The Uncertain Glory of an April Day
In 1794, in the prosperous town of Bradford on Avon, a navvy spat on his palms, picked up a spade and lifted the first sod in the construction of the Kennet and Avon Canal. It opened in 1810 and connects the river Avon at Bath with the Thames at Reading. Thus goods could be transported… Continue reading The Uncertain Glory of an April Day