For those new to CabbieBlog or readers who are slightly forgetful, on Saturdays I’m republishing posts, many going back over a decade. Some will still be very relevant while others have become dated over time. Just think of this post as your weekend paper supplement.
It’s a small world (07.06.13)
My mother once told me that while on a holiday in Switzerland having walked for 20 minutes from a nearby town and ascended the funicular to take her up to view the Reichenbach Falls without encountering hardly a soul there standing alone on the viewing platform was one of her work colleagues.
A similar, if less than dramatic incident, occurred to me on Saturday. Taking a welcome break from driving a cab around London we went to Hatfield House. This superb Jacobean property is easily accessible from London having a main line railway station outside its front door.
The BBC are running a Tudor season and Hatfield House is one of the finest architectural examples from that time, and as one might expect visitor number could rise, coupled with a recently open children’s zoo and sculpture park.
Situated not far from where I grew up it’s a place we return to time and again, but this time we were there to see their garden show and look around at their beautiful gardens and sculpture trail.
One of the first exhibitors we encountered was Fiona Rule, an author I’ve featured in my Radio Taxi blog whom I’ve only corresponded with by email, having first listened to her being interviewed on the Robert Elms show on BBC’s Radio London.
A London historian promoting her books, hardly the sort of enterprise you would have thought would be featured at a gardening show. Even though Hatfield House is one of the finest Tudor houses in England it seemed to me a little incongruous until Fiona told me of her other venture.
As well as looking into one’s family tree those lucky enough to live in a house with some character now often want to know their home’s history and this is where House Histories comes in.
Your House History is reproduced in either a small book or a coffee table format and additional copies can also be printed. Each averages around 70 pages with numerous illustrations. Taking a few weeks to complete research is available for properties in any London or Hertfordshire postcode.
I doubt if the 7th Marquess and Marchioness of Salisbury whose family have lived at Hatfield for 400 years will feel the need to commission a history of his house.
Your mum’s experience in Switzerland reminded me of something that happened to us in 2002. My wife and I were not yet married then, and she still lived at her house near Watford with her 4 children. We went for a long weekend away with her younger twin girls to a holiday park in Minehead. On the way back, I suggested a visit to the Cheddar Caves, as I thought it would interest the girls. It was early, and we knew we would have to wait for 30 minutes for the main tourist cave to open. So we parked the car and walked up to the entrance. Only two other people were ahead of us in the queue, and they happened to be my wife’s next-door neighbours!
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yes it’s a small world indeed. That’s Pete for the comment
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I have always found it a mystery why the allegedly, very unwell, young “Princess/Lady” Elizabeth was not sent to Hatfield House [The original building, the Royal Palace of Hatfield] by her dad King Henry 8th in 1542 to escape the London “plague”. The distance being 20 miles but sufficient for the Princess to be in isolated countryside. Instead the ailing young girl was sent to Bisley in Gloucestershire some 90 torturous miles away. Bisley is just 10 miles from Gloucester port where sailors were coming and going with who knows what diseases. Hatfield was Lady Elizabeth’s favourite place so why not send her there. This, to me, inexplicable action adds even more fuel to the mystery surrounding ‘The Bisley Boy’ legend although I am not in the camp that believes QE1 was a man, more that the young girl that went to Bisley was NOT the young girl that came back from Bisley. If anybody could pull a switch it was Kat Astley, Elizabeth’s very astute governess, after all Henry paid scant attention to his daughter & probably wouldn’t recognise her in a room of 20 people.
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