Trooping the Colour

Oh, Farrow & Ball, We must have Elephant’s Breath in the hall. There’s a room where I go for a drink, That will be Sulking Room Pink. Charleston Gray, London Clay, Setting Plaster and Card Room Green, Incarnadine, Borrowed Light, Skylight, What are these colours, pray? Eating Room Red for where I am fed, Pale Hound… Continue reading Trooping the Colour

A Brief History

In the 19th century the four acre walled garden had heated hothouses and some twenty gardeners. When my grandparents came back from Gloucestershire to live at Barmeath in 1938 the house had been empty for about ten years and house and gardens were both in a sorry state.

History Repeats Itself

Western democrats are reluctant to read history. The same mistake is made over and over again. Tito, Gaddafi, Hussein, Assad, et al were not promoters of democracy but they did in their way run their countries quite well. Western democratic opposition to their regimes has resulted in bloodshed and misery. In my opinion a price… Continue reading History Repeats Itself

T Time

I’m on The Far Side of the World with Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin; it’s the tenth in the series and it looks as if it may not see me out of lockdown. A recurring trope, sorry that’s tautologous but my friend in Ukraine likes to expand her vocabulary and she may be unfamiliar with… Continue reading T Time

A Bullet in the Ballet

This is Doris Caroline Abrahams; never heard of her, have you? Never mind, you will soon but first we are off to Venice.

Having a Rest

I have decided to take a break from writing for a while. I need a rest.

Wagner Postscript

A friend who came to the Wagner Prom earlier this week has made some comments which I’d like to share.

Knockfane

Knockfane is Homan Potterton’s first novel and I wondered what style he would adopt. The back cover promises “Knockfane is a Big House novel for a new generation”.