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A Note From Victoria

I’m back in the US after my trip to Europe; I will be at the Romance Writers of America meeting in New York City all this week. I had hoped to post about some of my experiences in Portugal, Spain,

France and, of course, Merrie Olde England, but I have run out of time before preparing for RWA and the meeting of the Beau Monde Chapter where I will present a power-point program on The Battle of Waterloo and our trip to the 195th anniversasry last year (2010).

I am eager to tell everyone about all my experiences, from visiting the tomb of General Sir John Moore in A Corunna, Spain

to sitting in the mayor’s chair in Windsor when I spent a wonderful day with our good friend and Windsor expert Hester Davenport.

I have many tales to tell and pictures to show about my experiences and my research. One thing that has become even more meaningful to me since I got back was seeing the Ai Weiwei Chinese horoscope sculptures at Somerset House in London. Now that he has been released from detention in China, I am really happy I visited his work, which made me sad at the time.

Now, a confession. I had a nasty cold much of the trip. I hope it didn’t clip my wings too much, but I would have had a much better time if I had been hale and hearty. I took lot of decongestants which helped immensely, but gave me a sort of foggy feeling. Nevertheless, I am glad to say I saw the Queen twice. My photo from Trooping the Colour below.

Above is a newspaper shot of the prettiest hat I’ve ever seen on the Queen. I did see her, up close if not very personal, but I missed the photo. Thanks again, Hester, for taking me to the “parade.”

And finally, to descend from the sublime to the ridiculous, can you believe I managed to be present at a London Naked Bike Ride for the second year in a row? Yes, I walked out of the British Museum and headed for my hotel, only to be stopped by the procession of the group, accompanied by some police and a lot of amused bus riders, down Kingsway. I only took pictures from the rear — for obvious reasons! I know there’s a method to their madeness, but it gets lost in the shuffle!

So stick around, I’ll get to blogging again in a week or two. Kristine has done a great job of keeping things rolling, so here is a public thank you — she does the lion’s share of the work!! But if she enjoys it half so much as I do, it is more than worthwhile.

Downton Castle

From the Greville Memoirs

June 26th, (1839) Delbury.— “I rode to Downton Castle on Monday, a gimcrack castle and bad house, built by Payne Knight, an epicurean philosopher, who after building the castle went and lived in a lodge or cottage in the park: there he died, not without suspicion of having put an end to himself, which would have been fully conformable to his notions. He was a sensualist in all ways, but a great and self-educated scholar. His property is now in Chancery, because he chose to make his own will. The prospect from the windows is beautiful, and the walk through the wood, overhanging the river Teme, surpasses anything I have ever seen of the kind. It is as wild as the walk over the hill at Chatsworth, and much more beautiful, because the distant prospect resembles the cheerful hills of Sussex instead of the brown and sombre Derbyshire moors. The path now creeps along the margin, and now rises above the bed of a clear and murmuring stream, and immediately opposite is another hill as lofty and wild, both covered with the finest trees—oaks, ash, and chestnut —which push out their gnarled roots in a thousand fantastic shapes, and grow out of vast masses of rock in the most luxuriant and picturesque manner. Yesterday I came here, a tolerable place with no pretension, but very well kept, not without handsome trees, a,nd surrounded by a very pretty country.”

Downton Castle

Richard Payne Knight by Sir Thomas Lawrence

Richard Payne Knight (1750-1824), was born in 1750 and called Payne after his grandmother, Elizabeth, daughter of Andrew Payne, and wife of Richard Knight (1659-1745), the founder of the Knight family, who acquired great wealth by the ironworks of Shropshire, and settled at Downton, Herefordshire. Being of a weakly constitution, Knight was not sent to school till he was fourteen, and did not begin to learn Greek till he was seventeen. He was not at any university. About 1767 he went to Italy, and remained abroad several years.

Knight again visited Italy in 1777, and from April to June of that year was in Sicily in company with Philipp IIackert,the German painter, and Charles Gore. When in Italy Knight spent much time at Naples, where his friend Sir William Hamilton (1730-1803) was the British envoy. About 1764 Knight had inherited the estates at Downton, Herefordshire. He ornamented the grounds, and there erected from his own designs a stone mansion in castellated style. Knight invited Lord Nelson and Lady Hamilton to Downton Castle in 1802 and also owned a house in Soho Square, London, where he used one of the large rooms as his museum. In 1780 he became M.P. for Leominster, and from 1784 to 1806 sat for Ludlow

Knight died at his house in Soho Square, on 23 April 1824, of ‘an apoplectic affection’ (Gent. Mag. 1824, pt. ii. p. 185). He was buried in Wormesley Church, Herefordshire, where there is a monument to him, with a Latin epitaph by Cornewall, bishop of Worcester.

His Downton estate passed to his brother, Thomas Andrew Knight. He made to the British Museum, of which he had been Townley trustee since 1814, the munificent bequest of his bronzes, coins, gems, marbles, and drawings. The collection was valued at the time at sums varying from 30,000/. to 60,000/. The acquisition of the bronzes and coins immensely strengthened the national collection. The trustees of the British Museum printed and published in 1830 Knight’s own manuscript catalogue of the coins, with the title ‘Nummi Veteres.’

More on the Bahamas

While we were in Nassau recently, Brooke and I decided to hit the beach and play in the frigid surf, while others who shall remain nameless took the opportunity to grab forty winks.

You’ll note that while there were many people on the beach, the water was empty. Brrrr. Brooke and I dove in and it wasn’t long before I had been face-planted in the sand by a rogue wave/the incoming tide. With literally a mouth and bathing suit full of sand, I went to wash off, when I encountered a new friend.

Regular readers of this blog will recall that I met an entertaining French crow when in Paris last year. This Bahamian dove had all the sauciness of his French counterpart, as well as an eye for the ladies.

“Yeah, Mon, dat’s one good looking woman. Rockin’ legs, Mama!”

“And here’s another. Work it, girl! Dose buns truly be mighty fine.”

“Is dat suppose to be a bathing suit? I heard of thongs, but dat’s takin’ it to the extreme. Not dat I’m complaining. Just sayin . . . . “

“Oh, Mon, the wife be coming back. Best pull me eyes back in my head and pretend I been looking at these water lilies all along. Look here, sweetheart, I found you a Monet garden almost a gorgeous as you are . . . I been missing you while you was gone. What took you so long?”

Paying Occupations for Gentlewomen

From Cassell’s Family Magazine – 1896

I would mention poodle-clipping as an agreeable and remunerative profession in which a few gentlewomen might engage. In an article on ” New Paid Occupations for Women ” published in Cassall’s Family Magazine about a year ago, I spoke of a new employment, then recently started in New York—that of brushing, combing and exercising pet dogs, and have since heard that the occupation has been taken up by some English girls with great success. There are so many pet dogs in London that there is chance for much competition in this matter, and it is certainly a very healthy and agreeable sort of outdoor work. The business of poodle-clipping for women, however, is one that, so far as I know, has never been attempted either in the United States or in England, and I would suggest to some enterprising gentlewoman that she be the first to engage in it. The idea occurred to me about two months ago, when on making a morning call I found a friend wielding a pair of clippers on her own poodle, which she explained had been previously subjected to careless if not cruel treatment by his male barber, who charged twelve shillings and sixpence for his mutilations. In recommending poodle-clipping as a suitable employment for women, I am able to vouch for its practicability, because I have since made the experiment myself on a poodle, and have had the pleasure of hearing my handiwork highly commended.

The Poodle, from a 17th century engraving

Poodles are now so fashionable and are so frequently to be seen in the streets and parks that I need not describe the ” costumes” affected by them, but it is not generally known that the machine which clips and shaves them so fantastically and artistically may be purchased in a small size suitable for ladies’ use for seven shillings and sixpence, and that a pair of nippers for cutting their nails is to be bought for half-a-crown. These two things are all that are required for starting in business. The shopman from whom the clippers are purchased (they are to be bought at any of the general stores) will explain all that it is necessary to know as to the manner of using the machine, which is an affair greatly resembling a pair of scissors, composed of two rows of sharp teeth or combs and worked precisely on the scissors principle. If, however, one is fearful to begin the work without having first seen it done, it is an easy matter to gain admittance to a dog fancier’s and see a poodle clipped. The gentlewoman must, of course, be clever with her fingers and have something of an artistic eye in order to clip a dog in the prevailing style, which demands ” ruffles ” and ” shoes and stockings ” and ” mustachios.” The nail nippers are only an extra strong pair of scissors, which must be used in such a way as to cut off only the tip end of the nail in order to avoid hurting the dog.

The next thing is to get the poodles, which should be an easy matter if a well-worded advertisement is inserted in the newspaper columns where dogs and horses are announced for sale. This department of the paper is much better than the ordinary ” situations wanted ” column. It would also be well to advertise in a popular ladies’ weekly paper, or, better, in a periodical devoted to the interests of household pets. Let the advertisement state that a gentlewoman who is fond of and kind to animals is prepared to visit ladies’ houses for poodle-clipping. The price should be stated as being lower than that charged by ordinary dog fanciers, and as there are probably none who would undertake the work for less than half-a-guinea, let the lady poodle-clipper shave dogs for seven shillings and sixpence each. The work would require no setting up in a shop and no tools except those I have mentioned. The owner of the dog will have a large kitchen table which is to be used as the ” barber’s chair ” during the clipping process, and the person who does the clipping will need a large print apron.

There is room in London for at least six or eight gentlewomen as dog-clippers, and as the up-to-date poodle needs clipping every month or six weeks, there is no reason why such women should not find steady employment. The time required for clipping one dog is from three to four hours. For women who are fond of animals—and kindness to animals is one of the most pleasing traits in the Englishwoman’s character—this work should be neither difficult nor disagreeable, and it is quite within the bounds of practicability, which is more than can be said for many other occupations recommended to gentlewomen.

Atlantis Resort, Bahamas

Last week, I went with my mother, Rose, and my daughter, Brooke, to the Atlantis Resort in Nassau, Bahamas. We enjoyed a few days of sun, water and food, not to mention marine life.

Our hotel room had gorgeous views of both the ocean and the shark pool, which was just beneath our balcony.

It didn’t take long for us to begin exploring the grounds, where Brooke soon came across a waterfall.

And yet another shark pool – this one with the species that bite. Here they are circling for food.

We spent a good portion of our time circling for food, as well. Here are Rose and Brooke at the buffet breakfast. The nearby windows offered us the view of the feeding sharks.

One night we went to Carmine’s, where the portions are huge, rather than delicious.

Above is the fried zucchini appetizer, which was huge and tasty. Below was the veal parm which was huge and tough.

Brooke enjoyed her rack of lamb at the upscale Bahamian Club restaurant.

I chowed down on massive prime rib served on a sizzling platter. Dr. Atkins would have been proud.

We took some time out from eating in order to venture into town to the straw market, where piracy is still alive and well – knock-off designer bags are the hot items here. I bought three.