In a little town in southern Sweden stands a magnificent baroque church, the Church of Holy Trinity, inaugurated in the early seventeenth century. At the time, the present somnolent town of Kristianstad was a bustling metropolis (in relative terms) a centre of administration in the Danish kingdom. Yup; Danish. When the church was built, most […]
We have recently cleared a plot of land of trees. The plot is about 1500 square metres, of a size with a potato patch large enough to feed a family of six over the winter – just. In total, we have taken down 150 odd trees. Okay, we haven’t taken them down. A man with
Except of course, that beauty is generally quite subjective isn’t it? Where some go “oooh” and “aaah” while gaping at the Grand Canyon, others may be quite unmoved – or battling vertigo. Beauty in human beings is not only subjective, it is also fashion driven, so that what might be the hottest of looks in
Maria Grace’s interview with me. And yes, just so you know carrots weren’t always orange, they were a yellowish white to begin with – close to parsnips. And then along came a Dutchman, incensed by the fact that there were no veggies sporting the beautiful Dutch orange and the rest, as they say, is history
I am thrilled to be part of the Valentine Blog Hop, organized by Maria Grace and David Pilling! I do hope that once you’ve finished reading my little piece plus taken the time to enter the giveaway contest you will rush off to visit all the other participants – you find the complete list right at the
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What people wore Should one have the (mis) fortune of ending up in the seventeenth century, it is probable there would be far greater concerns whizzing about one’s head than what one was wearing. Food would be an issue. Porridge, more porridge, cold, dry porridge cut into slabs. Yummy. (More on the issue of food
I have a very dear friend who shares my passion for bygone times and who is as titillated as I am by the notion of being able to time travel to experience history first hand. Given that neither of us is an absolute idiot we know that a) it probably isn’t about to happen, no
Tea with Catherine I find her in a secluded corner of the sprawling palace gardens, surrounded by her normal retinue of a couple of ladies-in-waiting, two small dogs and a man whose purpose I can’t quite grasp at first. The man is by far the flashiest of the party, with so much lace and ribbons