On 9 April 2025, three of us, George, Kevin and me, were in Ireland; George is a native Irishman, Kevin, a passport holder, and me, a Brit, without a red corpuscle of Irish blood, cannot show my disdain for Brexit in the same way. We flew into Cork, the trip arranged via an outfit, entirely fictional, called Brutus Tours Ltd. Geriatrics a Speciality. Proprietor: Brigadier (and Chauffeur) Algernon Brutus Short-Shrift. “Stand up straight there! No slacking in the ranks! Pay Attention! Look...
This is a version of my short article in South Gloucestershire Mines Research Group’s Newsletter 67, Spring 2025 with an added, UNEXPECTED SEQUEL. My title was filched from “Trelawny’s Cornwall”, by the BBC Radio...
First, as the March 2025 BAFHS journal amply illustrates with its article on Ridgeway Park Cemetery, it is easy for family historians and conservationists to overlap, which is why a couple of paragraphs in...
Having watched the tail end (oops!) of Crufts the other night, (9th March 2025) I remembered one of our beloved dogs of days of yore, Kepler by name, who came second in a sausage...
The fledgling United States of America declared war on Great Britain in June 1812. This war seems to be all but forgotten in this country despite our burning of the White House and possibly...
In mid-December 2024 I learned the sad news of the death of my friend Richard Hendy. Our friendship alas goes back less than two years, a very short time in his long life. We...
My sister-in-law has just acquired a black Alsatian puppy in place of my brother’s old dog which died recently. I asked the pup’s name. She said: “Brunel! You know he was Colin’s hero?” Yes,...
Many thanks to John O’Connor of the Museum of Totterdown & St Luke’s Community Heritage, 2024, who kindly forwarded two photographs of Charles Rose Perrett and his wife Mary Ann. (I regret to say...
I have heard from Peter Wynn who has published two articles in the Genealogists’ Magazine about his Glisson family of which one is entitled “The Glissons of Bristol & North Somerset: a Family in...
I cannot say that a visit to Kingswood Park is my first memory, but one Sunday, 9 May 1943 would easily make the top five. I was just over a month short of my...