This is the story of a young couple with no money or experience but lots of dreams & determination. Judy & Peter fall in love with a derelict castle in Wales & decide to buy it & restore it to its former glories. They persuade the castle's owner to sell it to them & then have to set about evicting the squatters, removing the evidence of various "renovations" that have been done since the 1950s, including part of the castle being turned into a seedy nightclub, & living in a filthy, cold & wet home while they try to work out the puzzles of the castle & its past. They're determined to bring it back to the glory of the 17th & 19th centuries (one wing each) & remove the accretions of bad taste & inauthenticity that have obscured its beauty.
There was a kind of ghostly nostalgia to it all, echoes of what the great house had once been and could be again. We would attempt to blow the dust off its ravaged face and play the alchemist's hand, transmuting a low and unloved drinking den into a wonder, a lovely glowing ruby in Wales's mossy crown. We would stitch up the wound that neglect had made in its past. We would seal up the roofs with love. And those who had written off the dear old house (and there were many), the 'old buildings-stand-in-the-way-of-progress' types, would one day eat their words.
This romantic view of their mission, their destiny, never really leaves Judy & Peter. The book opens in a storm when they each patrol a wing of the castle checking for leaks & emptying buckets. It continues with unreliable tradesmen, sceptical locals & uninvited visitors who turn up day & night to look at the castle as though it were a National Trust property. They ask a friend who's also a surveyor & architect, to have a look at the castle & tell them what needs doing. He says there's enough work to keep five builders working full time for years. Judy & Peter aren't daunted by this assessment, even though they've spent all they had on just buying the castle & have no budget for the restoration. They work at their own jobs (Judy is a bookbinder who sets up a workroom in the castle, Peter is an architectural historian) to finance the restoration, doing what they can themselves & often having just enough money to pay the tradies at the end of the week.
Apart from sheer hard physical work, they also do a lot of historical detection, trying to rediscover the past. They become determined to recover as much of the original fixtures & fittings as they can, especially after discovering a catalogue from a sale of the contents in 1921. They discover that William Randolph Hearst, the American newspaper owner bought the panelling of two of the rooms & travel to New York on the trail. Along with the bats, mice & other unpleasant inhabitants, they also discover that Gwydir is home to several ghosts. The most frightening of these is the ghost of a woman who becomes fixated on Judy & begins to influence her behaviour & personality in a very malevolent way. Eventually their hard work pays off as they begin offering B & B, hiring out the chapel for weddings & opening the castle to tourists. The culmination of all their work is a visit by the Prince of Wales to officially open the castle.
I admit I can't think of anything worse than living in squalor, working day & night to restore a building that is only one step away from falling down altogether. I don't have that kind of mad determination & single-minded devotion to a dream. But, I did enjoy reading about someone else doing it. I enjoyed reading about the history of the castle & its former owners & the research Judy undertook in pursuit of her dream. I was inspired to take Castles in the Air off the tbr shelf (where it had been since 2005) by Captive Reader's lovely review a couple of weeks ago. Another example of blog reading leading me to an exceptional reading experience.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
The Numbered Account - Ann Bridge
I've just raced through the third book in the Julia Probyn series. I'm completely addicted to Ann Bridge & I can't thank Bloomsbury Reader enough for bringing her books back into print. I'm even downloading non-Julia Probyn books even when there's no synopsis & I have no idea what they're about. That's the definition of true addiction for me. Bloomsbury have just completed the Julia Probyn series by releasing The Episode at Toledo (the further adventures of Hetta from The Portuguese Escape) & I've also downloaded The Tightening String & Enchanter's Nightshade. If anyone has read these & can tell me what they're about, I'd love to know.
The Numbered Account is set in Switzerland. Julia goes to Switzerland to accompany her great friend Mary Hathaway's maid, Watkins. Mrs Hathaway is ill & staying with a friend. She wants to relieve his household of the burden of her care & Julia agrees to take Watkins, a nervous traveller, out to Switzerland to look after her. When her cousin, Colin Munro, hears about her trip, he asks her to look into a little problem of his own. His fiancée, Aglaia Armitage, has just become a wealthy heiress after the death of her grandfather, Greek tycoon, Orestes Thalassides. His money is safely stowed away in a numbered account in a Swiss bank & can only be accessed by a representative with the appropriate documentation & bona fides. Mr Thalassides' will is a little vague as to his intentions & Aglaia's mother has just sent her on a trip to South America so Julia agrees to visit Aglaia's godfather, a Swiss pastor, get all the necessary passwords & retrieve Aglaia's money.
Of course, it's not that simple. Julia has no trouble with the Swiss pastor but on her way, she discovers that a girl impersonating Aglaia, along with two men calling themselves her godfather & fiancé are also on their way to dupe the bank out of the money. Blueprints for a top secret & very valuable oil transportation system are also at stake & soon British Intelligence are involved as well as the imposters & some very sinister Germans. When the bank hands over the money & the blueprints to the imposters, Julia is soon on the trail, befriending the false Miss Armitage & crossing swords with John Antrobus, British Intelligence's man on the spot.
This is another exciting adventure set in an exotic location & I loved it. Julia visits Aglaia's godfather in his idyllic country parsonage, picks wildflowers on mountainsides with Antrobus, rides a funicular railway to a mountaintop & sweet talks her way in & out of several very tricky situations. In a way, the locations are the real stars of this series. Ann Bridge must have been a great observer on her travels as she makes the countries she writes about come alive. Julia is her usual supremely confident self, although her personal vanity takes a hit when she meets her match in John Antrobus.
As a lover of all things Scottish, I'm especially looking forward to the next Julia Probyn adventure, The Dangerous Islands, set on the west coast & islands of Scotland. My dilemma is, do I just gulp the whole series down by Christmas or should I try to make them last all summer? I do have those unknown Ann Bridge novels to look forward to & there's always the chance that there will be more to come, including, fingers crossed, Illyrian Spring? Decisions, decisions!
There's a copy of The Numbered Account available to buy at Anglophile Books.
The Numbered Account is set in Switzerland. Julia goes to Switzerland to accompany her great friend Mary Hathaway's maid, Watkins. Mrs Hathaway is ill & staying with a friend. She wants to relieve his household of the burden of her care & Julia agrees to take Watkins, a nervous traveller, out to Switzerland to look after her. When her cousin, Colin Munro, hears about her trip, he asks her to look into a little problem of his own. His fiancée, Aglaia Armitage, has just become a wealthy heiress after the death of her grandfather, Greek tycoon, Orestes Thalassides. His money is safely stowed away in a numbered account in a Swiss bank & can only be accessed by a representative with the appropriate documentation & bona fides. Mr Thalassides' will is a little vague as to his intentions & Aglaia's mother has just sent her on a trip to South America so Julia agrees to visit Aglaia's godfather, a Swiss pastor, get all the necessary passwords & retrieve Aglaia's money.
Of course, it's not that simple. Julia has no trouble with the Swiss pastor but on her way, she discovers that a girl impersonating Aglaia, along with two men calling themselves her godfather & fiancé are also on their way to dupe the bank out of the money. Blueprints for a top secret & very valuable oil transportation system are also at stake & soon British Intelligence are involved as well as the imposters & some very sinister Germans. When the bank hands over the money & the blueprints to the imposters, Julia is soon on the trail, befriending the false Miss Armitage & crossing swords with John Antrobus, British Intelligence's man on the spot.
This is another exciting adventure set in an exotic location & I loved it. Julia visits Aglaia's godfather in his idyllic country parsonage, picks wildflowers on mountainsides with Antrobus, rides a funicular railway to a mountaintop & sweet talks her way in & out of several very tricky situations. In a way, the locations are the real stars of this series. Ann Bridge must have been a great observer on her travels as she makes the countries she writes about come alive. Julia is her usual supremely confident self, although her personal vanity takes a hit when she meets her match in John Antrobus.
As a lover of all things Scottish, I'm especially looking forward to the next Julia Probyn adventure, The Dangerous Islands, set on the west coast & islands of Scotland. My dilemma is, do I just gulp the whole series down by Christmas or should I try to make them last all summer? I do have those unknown Ann Bridge novels to look forward to & there's always the chance that there will be more to come, including, fingers crossed, Illyrian Spring? Decisions, decisions!
Monday, December 5, 2011
Getting ready for Christmas - and salad days
I've had a busy weekend getting ready for Christmas & starting my first veggie garden. I've had a small pine tree growing in a pot for the last couple of years & I brought it in on Saturday to decorate for Christmas. My decorations aren't fancy, as you can see, my little gold putti has lost his wings, but I've collected them over the years & I enjoy seeing them again every year.
My sister brought this home from Harrods last year on her trip to Europe.
The china ball was bought on my own trip to Ireland over 10 years ago now. The angel is one of many I've bought over the years from a local handicrafts group. I buy two every year & my friend's daughter, E, chooses her favourite for their tree & I have the other one. We started when E was about five & she'll be 18 next month so it's a long tradition.
I have several of these little Father Christmases with very blue eyes. So far, Lucky & Phoebe haven't showed much interest in the tree. Lucky was more interested in the plastic bag the decorations are kept in! They've had a bit of a sniff but they haven't tried to climb the tree or eat anything so fingers crossed it's all still standing on Christmas Day.
I've also started my first veggie garden. I've grown herbs before but I've never tried vegetables until now. I bought a stand-alone garden bed, had some soil delivered on Friday morning & my friend P & I set everything up. Yesterday morning I went to the nursery, bought my plants & did the rest.
I planted two varieties of tomatoes, lettuce, spinach, basil, parsley & chives. Of course, I bought too many plants so some of the herbs are in the other garden bed against the fence. I've started a compost bin as well. I'm slowly becoming more interested in gardening & I've always wanted to grow veggies but never had the space. I'll keep you up to date with progress & hopefully some pictures of my first home grown salad!
Then, I baked a cake for Monday morning tea at work. I have a lovely new cookbook, Favourite Cakes by Julie Le Clerc. I bought copies for the library but I knew this was a book I would have to own.
There were so many recipes I wanted to try but I chose this one because it was easy & didn't need icing. It also sounded delicious. Apple Crumble Teacake. It certainly smells gorgeous. It was slightly too long for my square cake carrier so I've cut off the end which also gave me a chance to show you what it looks like. It's an oaty, apple & raisin cake with a crumble topping. It would also be good warm as a pudding with cream or ice cream.
My sister brought this home from Harrods last year on her trip to Europe.
The china ball was bought on my own trip to Ireland over 10 years ago now. The angel is one of many I've bought over the years from a local handicrafts group. I buy two every year & my friend's daughter, E, chooses her favourite for their tree & I have the other one. We started when E was about five & she'll be 18 next month so it's a long tradition.
I have several of these little Father Christmases with very blue eyes. So far, Lucky & Phoebe haven't showed much interest in the tree. Lucky was more interested in the plastic bag the decorations are kept in! They've had a bit of a sniff but they haven't tried to climb the tree or eat anything so fingers crossed it's all still standing on Christmas Day.
I've also started my first veggie garden. I've grown herbs before but I've never tried vegetables until now. I bought a stand-alone garden bed, had some soil delivered on Friday morning & my friend P & I set everything up. Yesterday morning I went to the nursery, bought my plants & did the rest.
I planted two varieties of tomatoes, lettuce, spinach, basil, parsley & chives. Of course, I bought too many plants so some of the herbs are in the other garden bed against the fence. I've started a compost bin as well. I'm slowly becoming more interested in gardening & I've always wanted to grow veggies but never had the space. I'll keep you up to date with progress & hopefully some pictures of my first home grown salad!
Then, I baked a cake for Monday morning tea at work. I have a lovely new cookbook, Favourite Cakes by Julie Le Clerc. I bought copies for the library but I knew this was a book I would have to own.
There were so many recipes I wanted to try but I chose this one because it was easy & didn't need icing. It also sounded delicious. Apple Crumble Teacake. It certainly smells gorgeous. It was slightly too long for my square cake carrier so I've cut off the end which also gave me a chance to show you what it looks like. It's an oaty, apple & raisin cake with a crumble topping. It would also be good warm as a pudding with cream or ice cream.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Sunday Poetry - Old Loves
Andrew Lang (picture from here) is best known for his collections of fairy tales & legends that were collected in the Blue Fairy Book, Lilac Fairy Book, the Yellow Fairy Book etc. He also wrote on French literature, Scottish history & literature & poetry. This poem, O Joy of Love's Renewing, is sweetly melancholic, remembering lost delights.
O joy of love's renewing,
Could love be born again;
Relenting for thy rueing,
And pitying my pain:
O joy of love's awaking,
Could love arise from sleep,
Forgiving our forsaking
The fields we would not reap!
Fleet, fleet we fly, pursuing
The love that fled amain,
But will he list our wooing,
Or call we but in vain?
Ah! vain is all our wooing,
And all our prayers are vain,
Love listeth not our suing,
Love will not wake again.
O joy of love's renewing,
Could love be born again;
Relenting for thy rueing,
And pitying my pain:
O joy of love's awaking,
Could love arise from sleep,
Forgiving our forsaking
The fields we would not reap!
Fleet, fleet we fly, pursuing
The love that fled amain,
But will he list our wooing,
Or call we but in vain?
Ah! vain is all our wooing,
And all our prayers are vain,
Love listeth not our suing,
Love will not wake again.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Christmas reading
I've started putting together a collection of books to read this month with Christmas themes. I made my Christmas pudding last weekend to the sounds of Christmas carols & the Christmas cake was made on Cup Day (first Tuesday in November) & had its final feeding of brandy the other day. I've planned the contents of the hampers I'm putting together for Christmas presents. I'm buying a few things from the farmers market tomorrow morning & I'm going to make chocolate truffles & panforte a couple of days before Christmas. My Christmas cards (from Animal Aid this year because that's where I adopted Lucky & Phoebe) have arrived & I hope to have them written in the next week or so. I'll set up the Christmas tree tomorrow as well. I have a small pine tree in a pot that I'll bring inside & decorate. Abby never went near the tree in previous years, I'm not so sure about Lucky & especially Phoebe so we'll see how long the decorations last. I found Phoebe asleep on the top shelf of the pantry the other day. I have no idea how she got in there.
Anyway, back to books. Last year I enjoyed lots of 19th century stories as well as some romance. This year is looking more 20th century. I'm very excited about the Stella Gibbons reprints from Vintage. Christmas at Cold Comfort Farm is a volume of short stories. Although only the title story takes place at the famous Cold Comfort Farm, the reviews have been enthusiastic in the Guardian & the Independent & I'm looking forward to reading it.
Nancy Mitford is another author who's had lots of attention this years with reprints of her non-fiction from Vintage & her fiction from Capuchin. I'm not sure how Christmassy Christmas Pudding is but I can't resist the title at this time of year.
Romance is covered in Trisha Ashley's new book, The Magic of Christmas. This is "loosely based on one of my earlier novels, Sweet Nothings, with the addition of a lot of new material." according to a note at the beginning. I've read Sweet Nothings but it was a long time ago so I'll think of this as a whole new story as the author intends.
Every year I read and/or listen to A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. I have an audio book of Miriam Margolyes reading the book which I'll be listening to on the way to work in a couple of weeks & Hesperus has just published a book by Miriam Margolyes & Sonia Fraser called Dickens' Women. This is the text of the one woman show that Margolyes has toured around the world & there will be another tour next year to celebrate the Dickens Bicentenary. I'm looking forward to it very much. Margolyes is a Dickens devotee & presented an excellent series some years ago about Dickens's trip to America. She also played Flora Finching in the 1988 TV production of Little Dorrit.
So, I'm all set for a month of reading, listening to far too many Christmas carols, watching my favourite Christmas movies again & wondering how long the angel on top of the Christmas tree is going to survive Phoebe's attentions. I also have a new gardening enterprise to keep me busy. I'll post some photos of that in a couple of days.
Anyway, back to books. Last year I enjoyed lots of 19th century stories as well as some romance. This year is looking more 20th century. I'm very excited about the Stella Gibbons reprints from Vintage. Christmas at Cold Comfort Farm is a volume of short stories. Although only the title story takes place at the famous Cold Comfort Farm, the reviews have been enthusiastic in the Guardian & the Independent & I'm looking forward to reading it.
Nancy Mitford is another author who's had lots of attention this years with reprints of her non-fiction from Vintage & her fiction from Capuchin. I'm not sure how Christmassy Christmas Pudding is but I can't resist the title at this time of year.
Romance is covered in Trisha Ashley's new book, The Magic of Christmas. This is "loosely based on one of my earlier novels, Sweet Nothings, with the addition of a lot of new material." according to a note at the beginning. I've read Sweet Nothings but it was a long time ago so I'll think of this as a whole new story as the author intends.
Every year I read and/or listen to A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. I have an audio book of Miriam Margolyes reading the book which I'll be listening to on the way to work in a couple of weeks & Hesperus has just published a book by Miriam Margolyes & Sonia Fraser called Dickens' Women. This is the text of the one woman show that Margolyes has toured around the world & there will be another tour next year to celebrate the Dickens Bicentenary. I'm looking forward to it very much. Margolyes is a Dickens devotee & presented an excellent series some years ago about Dickens's trip to America. She also played Flora Finching in the 1988 TV production of Little Dorrit.
So, I'm all set for a month of reading, listening to far too many Christmas carols, watching my favourite Christmas movies again & wondering how long the angel on top of the Christmas tree is going to survive Phoebe's attentions. I also have a new gardening enterprise to keep me busy. I'll post some photos of that in a couple of days.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Mary Boleyn - Alison Weir
Alison Weir's new biography of Mary Boleyn, sister of the more famous Anne, aims to reclaim its subject from the centuries of myth & rumour that have become attached to her name. The subtitle of the book, "The Great & Infamous Whore", is typical of the labels that have become attached to Mary's name. Mary's father, Thomas Boleyn, worked his way up through the ranks of the Tudor Court. He married the Duke of Norfolk's sister & made himself valuable to the King as a diplomat & courtier. Mary & Anne attended Henry VIII's sister, Mary, to France when she married King Louis XII. The marriage lasted only months, the decrepit bridegroom died, leaving his beautiful young widow to return to England but only after she had secured her own happiness by marrying Charles Brandon, one of her brother's close friends. Mary Boleyn stayed on at the French court & had a brief affair with the new King, François I.
When Mary returned to England, she was married to William Carey. It was an arranged marriage & it's not known if they were happy or well-suited. Mary had two children, Katherine & Henry, & there has been much speculation that they were really the children of Henry VIII with whom she had an affair. Alison Weir believes it's likely that Katherine was Henry's daughter as he gave Mary payments & annuities in later years that could be seen as a way of providing for his daughter. Henry & Mary's affair was definitely over before her sister Anne returned to Court & captured Henry's attention.
William Carey died of the sweating sickness, a form of plague, in 1528 & Mary spent several miserable years dependant on her father for her maintenance. Her relationship with her sister, Anne, doesn't seem to have been close & she would not have been welcome at Court now that her affair with the King was an embarrassing memory. Their affair would be an impediment to any marriage between Henry & Anne & the King was forced to ask the Pope for a dispensation, which is the main source of evidence for the relationship. The affair was also useful to Henry when he tired of Anne & wanted to be rid of her as he could conveniently ignore the Pope's dispensation & say that his marriage to Anne had never been legal because of his affair with her sister.
Mary's second marriage caused anger & scandal among her family as she married for love. William Stafford was of good family, but he was a second son with few prospects. He was several years younger than Mary & pursued her for some time before she agreed to marry him. The marriage was seen as a disgrace for the Queen's sister & Mary was far away from Court when Anne's downfall ended the influence of the Boleyns forever. Mary died in 1543 in her 40s & her last years seem to have been contented ones far from the centre of power.
Alison Weir spends a considerable time sifting through the evidence for the facts of Mary's life & dismissing most of the interpretations of other historians & novelists. I found this interesting but I think it's indicative of how little real evidence there is for Mary's life. This must be one of the difficulties of writing the biography of a person, especially a woman, at this period. There are no authenticated portraits of Mary; even the portrait on the cover of the book is of Queen Claude of France. It's why there are endless biographies of Kings, Queens & chief ministers & relatively few of anyone else. The evidence just isn't there. Weir does a good job of analysing the evidence for the many questions in Mary's life - was she or Anne the elder daughter? Did she have an affair with François I? Was she promiscuous at the French Court? Was she sent home in disgrace? What was her relationship with Anne? With Henry? Alison Weir comes up with considered interpretations of the available evidence but Mary herself remains a shadowy figure.
That's why I loved this letter, one of only two by Mary that survive. Finally we hear her own voice rather than the historian's interpretation of her thoughts & actions. The letter was written to Thomas Cromwell after Mary's second marriage, to William Stafford. Mary is asking Cromwell to intercede with the King as the couple are struggling financially. Marrying for love may have made Mary happy but it hadn't made her rich.
So that for my part, I saw that all the world did set so little store by me, and he so much, that I thought I could take no better way but to take him and to forsake all other ways and live a poor, honest life with him. And so I do put no doubt but we should, if we might once be so happy to recover the King's gracious favour and the Queen's. For well I might a had a greater man of birth, and a higher, but I ensure you I could never a had one that should a loved me so well, nor a more honest man.... But if I were at my liberty and might choose, I ensure you, Master Secretary, for my little time, I have spied so much honesty to be in him that I had rather beg my bread with him than to be the greatest queen christened. And I believe verily he is in the same case with me; for I believe verily he would not forsake me to be a king.
Maybe not the most tactful way to present her case, to say she was happier than a queen when her sister was Queen but the letter is honest & slightly desperate rather than diplomatic.
As always, Alison Weir's book is a great read, full of interesting insights into the motivations of the main players. If you're interested in the Tudors, this is a book you will want to read.
When Mary returned to England, she was married to William Carey. It was an arranged marriage & it's not known if they were happy or well-suited. Mary had two children, Katherine & Henry, & there has been much speculation that they were really the children of Henry VIII with whom she had an affair. Alison Weir believes it's likely that Katherine was Henry's daughter as he gave Mary payments & annuities in later years that could be seen as a way of providing for his daughter. Henry & Mary's affair was definitely over before her sister Anne returned to Court & captured Henry's attention.
William Carey died of the sweating sickness, a form of plague, in 1528 & Mary spent several miserable years dependant on her father for her maintenance. Her relationship with her sister, Anne, doesn't seem to have been close & she would not have been welcome at Court now that her affair with the King was an embarrassing memory. Their affair would be an impediment to any marriage between Henry & Anne & the King was forced to ask the Pope for a dispensation, which is the main source of evidence for the relationship. The affair was also useful to Henry when he tired of Anne & wanted to be rid of her as he could conveniently ignore the Pope's dispensation & say that his marriage to Anne had never been legal because of his affair with her sister.
Mary's second marriage caused anger & scandal among her family as she married for love. William Stafford was of good family, but he was a second son with few prospects. He was several years younger than Mary & pursued her for some time before she agreed to marry him. The marriage was seen as a disgrace for the Queen's sister & Mary was far away from Court when Anne's downfall ended the influence of the Boleyns forever. Mary died in 1543 in her 40s & her last years seem to have been contented ones far from the centre of power.
Alison Weir spends a considerable time sifting through the evidence for the facts of Mary's life & dismissing most of the interpretations of other historians & novelists. I found this interesting but I think it's indicative of how little real evidence there is for Mary's life. This must be one of the difficulties of writing the biography of a person, especially a woman, at this period. There are no authenticated portraits of Mary; even the portrait on the cover of the book is of Queen Claude of France. It's why there are endless biographies of Kings, Queens & chief ministers & relatively few of anyone else. The evidence just isn't there. Weir does a good job of analysing the evidence for the many questions in Mary's life - was she or Anne the elder daughter? Did she have an affair with François I? Was she promiscuous at the French Court? Was she sent home in disgrace? What was her relationship with Anne? With Henry? Alison Weir comes up with considered interpretations of the available evidence but Mary herself remains a shadowy figure.
That's why I loved this letter, one of only two by Mary that survive. Finally we hear her own voice rather than the historian's interpretation of her thoughts & actions. The letter was written to Thomas Cromwell after Mary's second marriage, to William Stafford. Mary is asking Cromwell to intercede with the King as the couple are struggling financially. Marrying for love may have made Mary happy but it hadn't made her rich.
So that for my part, I saw that all the world did set so little store by me, and he so much, that I thought I could take no better way but to take him and to forsake all other ways and live a poor, honest life with him. And so I do put no doubt but we should, if we might once be so happy to recover the King's gracious favour and the Queen's. For well I might a had a greater man of birth, and a higher, but I ensure you I could never a had one that should a loved me so well, nor a more honest man.... But if I were at my liberty and might choose, I ensure you, Master Secretary, for my little time, I have spied so much honesty to be in him that I had rather beg my bread with him than to be the greatest queen christened. And I believe verily he is in the same case with me; for I believe verily he would not forsake me to be a king.
Maybe not the most tactful way to present her case, to say she was happier than a queen when her sister was Queen but the letter is honest & slightly desperate rather than diplomatic.
As always, Alison Weir's book is a great read, full of interesting insights into the motivations of the main players. If you're interested in the Tudors, this is a book you will want to read.
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Sunday, November 27, 2011
Sunday Poetry - Change & Paradox
This poem, Ettrick, is by Alicia Anne Spottiswoode, who published under her married name of Lady John Scott (picture from here). I couldn't find a picture of her, only this title page of her Songs and Verses. She was best known for the tune Annie Laurie (words by the 17th century poet William Douglas), & lived a long life in Berwickshire, dying in 1900 at the age of 90 after being a widow for 40 years. Ettrick is very close in mood & tone to last week's poem by Byron. That particular mood of Scottish melancholy is one I've always been attracted to.
When we first rade down Ettrick,
Our bridles were ringing, our hearts were dancing,
The waters were singing, the sun was glancing,
An' blithely our hearts rang out thegither,
As we brushed the dew frae the blooming heather,
When we first rade down Ettrick.
When we next rade down Ettrick
The day was dying, the wild birds calling,
The wind was sighing, the leaves were falling,
An' silent an' weary, but closer thegither,
We urged our steeds thro' the faded heather,
When we next rade down Ettrick.
When I last rade down Ettrick,
The winds were shifting, the storm was waking,
The snow was drifting, my heart was breaking,
For we never again were to ride thegither
In sun or storm on mountain heather,
When I last rade down Ettrick.
When we first rade down Ettrick,
Our bridles were ringing, our hearts were dancing,
The waters were singing, the sun was glancing,
An' blithely our hearts rang out thegither,
As we brushed the dew frae the blooming heather,
When we first rade down Ettrick.
When we next rade down Ettrick
The day was dying, the wild birds calling,
The wind was sighing, the leaves were falling,
An' silent an' weary, but closer thegither,
We urged our steeds thro' the faded heather,
When we next rade down Ettrick.
When I last rade down Ettrick,
The winds were shifting, the storm was waking,
The snow was drifting, my heart was breaking,
For we never again were to ride thegither
In sun or storm on mountain heather,
When I last rade down Ettrick.
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