The Tumbrel Diaries

Uncle Tony Trumble has been mining the bottom of his cupboard in southern Tasmania. Here he is, circa 1932, with Uncle Arthur, one of ...

Our grandfather, T. C. Trumble, a descendant of the Trumble hunter-gatherers of Northern India and the Levant. Thanks to the National...

You find out things. Among the mountain of paper Mum left behind is this spare communication from the village of Ladava in the Mi...

In my slightly callow way I have occasionally referred in these pages to our cousin Robert Trumble, and his dotty historical works The Golde...

A major development in respect of the chair. Using his new laptop computer and a wireless internet connection, Uncle Tony writes from a c...

Our lives hang by the most tenuous threads of gossamer. Prompted by a postcard rumination by my wise brother Hamish (received this morning),...

Our grandfather, Tom Compson Trumble (1898–1970), known to the Peter Trumbles as “Pa,” and to the Colin Trumbles as “Cum-pa,” was the youn...