The Tumbrel Diaries

Mum again, at around the age of eight or nine: We always went for a walk with the governess in the afternoon, usually along th...

I have been re-reading Mum’s reminiscences, written about twenty years ago in her neat, self-disciplined longhand. Mostly they c...

In a letter to his friend the novelist Miss [Rhoda] Broughton dated August 10, 1914, only six days after Britain declared war on German...

I cannot now recall how I came into possession of an empty British diplomatic bag, but I fancy Charlie Curwen gave it to me more ...

The cast of Bellbird Last night I dreamed about Bellbird . There is a good reason for this, because when she and Ernie were sta...

Last evening over an early dinner in New York a dear old friend visiting from Australia gave me this postcard which he found late...

I have been reading The Cape Journals of Lady Anne Barnard, 1797–1798 , edited and published in 1994 for the Van Riebeeck Societ...

Lately I have been thinking a lot about trains, and how ladies encumbered by them ever managed to back away from the royal presence after ...

P. C. Trumble (front row, far right) attends a murder trial in Budapest. Shortly before Hamish took up residence at Jesus Colle...

Naturally my copy of The Colonial Office List for 1911 is fairly useless without having close to hand that same year’s edition of The India...