The Tumbrel Diaries

Two more berths in my carefully selected club of thirty-two, thankfully unrelated great-great-great grandparents may now be filled by Jo...

My paternal grandmother, Iona Heather (Nan), was the daughter of “Alexander Campbell of Argyll,” a doughty Scots Presbyterian mining enginee...

Another two of my thirty-two thankfully unrelated great-great-great grandparents were Charles Henry Gooch, of Benacre Hall , near Beccles in...

My success? It’s magic. I never want anything. I used to be sort of crushed. When? In childhood maybe. You want then, but not now. I thought...

Yesterday at 5.00 o’clock, our tiny exhibition entitled Benjamin West and the Venetian Secret reached the end of its run of nearly four mon...

Craigellachie, in East St. Kilda, was built for my great-great-grandfather, William Pearson, in 1876, but his third and oldest surviving son...

Granny again: All the year of 1912 we knew we were going to England at the end of it. It was the most wonderful thing to look forward to. Mo...

I have the most vivid early childhood recollection of Mum holding me in her arms, standing in the old kitchen at 18, Denham Place, rocki...