In a recent post, More Chronicles of War, I mentioned Diana Cooper’s letters to her son, Darling Monster. This week I had lunch with the darling monster, better known as John Julius Norwich.
To make a change from London, I’d like to introduceĀ Charles Woodruff, writing from Switzerland. The view from the chalet: Eiger, Monch and shoulder of the Schwarze Monck
You’re an occasional visitor to London and you’ve finally got smart. You have an Oyster card to pay for tube and bus journeys. Actually you probably have multiple Oyster cards accumulated when you have forgotten to take one with you.
You have twenty-two days to submit your entry to the International Marmalade Awards, held annually at Dalemain in Cumbria. Marmalade is submitted from all over the world, so don’t be put off if you don’t live in the UK.
This is a sambhur. It seems to be taking an intelligent interest in the photo-shoot. When the Ooty (Ootacamund) Hunt was formed in 1835 it was their quarry.
Never judge a wine by its label is an adage that doesn’t apply in today’s post. The label in question is pictured above and if you’d like to know the back-story read on.
There are only two reasons for having full-time employment. One is to get a pay cheque and the other is to have a delivery address for online shopping.
It’s a bit of a mystery how Barons Court got its name. Here are the clues and you must play Poirot today. The area between the North End Road and Hammersmith was only built over in the last decades of the 19th century.
Something strange and unexpected has happened to me. It’s as unsettling as the moment in An American Werewolf in London when the main character transforms into a werewolf. It’s actually so awful that you may not want to read further.