Today I caught sight of my hand. Okay, okay, I see my hand all the time, but today I actually LOOKED at it. A shaft of spring sunlight illuminated every crease, every vein, and it was with some dismay I concluded I must be getting old. Well, maybe not old, but definitely older. I turned …
… write anymore. At least not the old-fashioned way, with pen put to paper, the paper carefully folded to fit into the envelope that always (always!) was a bit too small, stamps, address on the front, RTS on the back and off it went. These days, the only envelopes I get contain bills – or promotional material …
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 …
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