In order to revisit Rannoch Moor I am obliged to tell an odd anecdote about my French Teacher, Hubert Riley, who was accidentally responsible for my escape from Wellington House, my detested first boarding school. My family had a social link to Hubert through his sister ‘Fluff” who was married to Arthur Brocklebank, a stockbroking client and close friend of my father’s. In August 1937, Hubert and my father…
“Bloggety” has assumed a patchwork quilt form devoid of chronological order so I shall resume the story of my childhood and continue with my education at boarding school. My principal problem with Wellington House, my first boarding school, derived of course from my separation from the new delights of Tanfield, the first family home of our own. Tanfield was our first family home. Although the strict division between…
My family laughs at my interest in the TV series ‘Ancient Aliens’, shown regularly on the History Channel in my area. It has national US and some European distribution. A recent episode included a segment on Gobekli Tepe, an archeological site in eastern Turkey, which I found quite fascinating, so I hope this will explain and excuse a diversion from my normal range of subjects in this blog. Part…