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I love London history, just the fact that I can walk streets that follow the same pattern as the city known to Romans thousands of years a... -
Our guest for this month is Sarah Gristwood, whose latest book, Blood Sisters we reviewed here on 1st October. Sarah Gristwood is the author... -
My current brush with Bach’s Goldberg Variations has led me deep into the world of hammers, pins, dampers, levers, jacks, strings, regulati...
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Christmas is a time of nostalgia, of looking back. It triggers memories of childhood, of the past, both recent and distant. I was a child i... -
Not long ago, in the bright light of a half moon, I went up on to the Downs to visit the Uffington White Horse. This was an activity I disco... -
I enjoyed reading Mary Hooper's wonderful post on Tuesday so much that I decided to post another Christmas scene, set at a similar time ... -
All historical novelists need to be detectives sometimes. We can’t say ‘There are several possible theories about what happened next’ – we h... -
It's that time of year when a small forest of holiday brochures start tumbling through my letter box. As I’ve been flicking through...
