The overuse of superlatives is jolly annoying. So after praising the Norman church at Devizes to the skies I’m embarrassed to tell you that Bradford on Avon has a better one.
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
A Transatlantic Journey
Me, EU and a Drive in the Park
Belize Revisited
Restoration Romp
The Manager’s Name was Love, Part Two
The Manager’s Name was Love, Part One
No it wasn’t, the night manager’s name was Bellew; Christopher Bellew. While I was enthusing about The Night Manager series on TV I was bursting to tell and I can’t resist any longer. I was the night manager at the White Hart Hotel in Braintree, Essex, in July 1974 while I was on a summer… Continue reading The Manager’s Name was Love, Part One
How Big is Your Diocese?
The 12th century cathedral in Trondheim had an extensive diocese; by way of the Faroes and Iceland to Orkney and the Hebrides and round to the Isle of Man. Quite a reach, until I think about the Bishop of Gibraltar in Europe whose patch covers all of Europe and the former Soviet Union countries. These… Continue reading How Big is Your Diocese?