The entrance hall in Warnham Court, my grandfather’s house in Sussex - where I lived as a child with my parents, Geoff and Aileen, and my younger brother Rupert, as well as my Uncle and Aunt and their children - was flanked on one side by the Dining Room, a spacious room with east and south windows affording wonderful views across the deer park; and on the other by…
Soon after I was born my father decided to move his family from Warnham Court, my Grandfather’s house in Sussex, to London where he rented the house at 32 Walton Street. He had resumed his career as a stockbroker when the war ended and had been obliged to spend part of each week staying at the Bath Club, but he no longer wanted constant separations from his family. My…
To market, to market to buy a fat hog, Home again, home again jiggety jog.English nursery rhyme by John Florio, 1958 I have somehow allowed myself to be persuaded to write a weekly Blog. It seems immensely presumptive and arrogant to suppose that anybody might be interested in my personal opinions or history, but time will quickly show whether or not this is the case. So, where to begin?…