An Evie Hone Window or Two

Last week I mentioned visiting old haunts in Highgate (Highgate Revisited). The primary purpose of my return was to go to St Michael’s which has perhaps Evie Hone’s third best window.

Cricket and Opera

  Camille Pissarro painted this picture of a cricket match in Bedford Park in 1897. He came to live in England in 1870 and the reason surprised me.

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Norman Murphy – Part One

Every two years the PG Wodehouse Society holds a dinner to celebrate his birthday. Demand for places outstrips supply so I often don’t go, to give other members a look-in. This week I  did attend but the evening was over-shadowed with sadness.

Living On Own Means

When the 1841 census was taken my ancestor, Richard Montesquieu Bellew, was living alone in New Burlington Street. His wife had died in 1828, a year after their marriage, and he never re-married.

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Highgate Revisited

This is where I lived in August 1976. I had a job but nowhere to live. Fortunately a university friend was away on holiday and I borrowed his flat for my first month in London. I was reminded of this when I walked down Dartmouth Park Hill this week; a Brideshead Revisited moment.

Toby on Tuesday

Today’s post is written by Toby Horton. Toby was the UKIP candidate for Thirsk and Malton in the 2010 and 2015 General Elections and is currently Chairman of UKIP up there on the moors. He writes a weekly blog, Toby on Tuesday, that tries to make sense of the issues facing UKIP and the direction… Continue reading Toby on Tuesday

Max Beerbohm

So many posts start like this, but here I go again – more than forty years ago … I was given as a birthday present a novel, actually the only one he wrote, by Max Beerbohm. The donor was a university friend, we are still friends and I still have Zuleika Dobson.

For the Birds

If Gilbert White could do it so can I. If you visit a nature reserve there are hides for observation. I have got in on the act.

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A Time of Gifts

A sign that I’m getting on a bit came when one of my God-daughters invited me to her daughter’s Christening. I was pleased to be asked, glad that I accepted and toddled along bearing a token gift.

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