There are more things in heaven and earth…
We had moved to a little house up a valley, where we overlooked the glittering Firth up which Captain James Cook had sailed as he explored the new land he’d discovered, and where we also looked back...
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Poor Marie Antoinette. She never said it. But she’s suffered from that blighting propaganda ever since. What she needed, and still needs, is a good spin doctor to right her dreadful wrongs, but until...
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A life – Part one Diarist Frances Partridge wrote”… I have a passionate desire to describe what I’ve felt, thought or experienced, for its own sake – to express, communicate or both? And I can hardly...
View ArticleDucal splendour and daily deprivation
On my tenth birthday -wearing my pearls A life – This is the eighth instalment of an autobiographical series before I revert to my normal blogs) There was a legend that there were no birds in Belsen,...
View ArticleSailing to the fabled East
A life – another instalment of my autobiography before I revert to my normal blogs Southampton 1953. The first night on board ship (shown above) my father took me for a walk around the deck while my...
View ArticleCoronation, luxury, opera and Latin
The Runnymede Hotel from the sea A life – another instalment of my autobiography before I revert to my normal blogs The Queen’s Coronation was big in Malaya and it was big for me too! On our drive down...
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A life – an0ther instalment of my autobiography before I revert to my normal blogs The first eclipse I ever watched was at school in the Cameron Highlands in Malaya. School was on a plateau surrounded...
View ArticleA heroine, an eccentric, a Muslim attack and a paradise
A life – another instalment of my autobiography before I revert to my normal blogs The last holidays were spent in Kota Bahru, where my father had been exiled after another stoush with another...
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TOur home in the forest This is the last instalment of my autobiography before I resume my normal blogs I asked the Salvation Army’s Missing Person’s Bureau to find my mother when I was nearly fifty....
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Letter to a Protesting Grandson in London
Thank you for your letter darling. As a veteran of pro-peace, Anti-Vietnam marches, Anti-Apartheid protests, even walking for Save the Whales, it’s good to know that you’re following in your...
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