A Knight’s Tale (78.1: The Troubles)

The 1970s was a decade in which the IRA carried out numerous bombing attacks in and around central London. A full list appears in https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_terrorist_incidents_in_London. While living in Soho’s Horse and Dolphin Yard we heard numerous explosions from the safety of our flat. On 30 March 1979,  Airey Neave, British Shadow Secretary of State for Northern Ireland,Continue reading “A Knight’s Tale (78.1: The Troubles)”

A Knight’s Tale (38.1 Wives And Servants

‘The Obscene Publications Act 1959 (c. 66) is an Act of Parliament of the United Kingdom Parliament that significantly reformed the law related to obscenity in England and Wales. Prior to the passage of the Act, the law on publishing obscene materials was governed by the common law case of R v Hicklin, which had no exceptions for artistic merit or the publicContinue reading “A Knight’s Tale (38.1 Wives And Servants”

A Knight’s Tale (116.1 Cumbrian Interludes)

During the early 1990s Jessica and I enjoyed a number of holidays in Cumbria. Our August 1992 holiday was spent at Towcett with Ali, Steve, and James. On 18th August we climbed the fells from Haweswater where we made the acquaintance of mountain sheep who looked rather more comfortable than I felt. The youngsters, Louisa, naturallyContinue reading “A Knight’s Tale (116.1 Cumbrian Interludes)”

A Knight’s Tale (Positive Postscript)

Having completed my story of my place in an era with the Sigoules disaster followed by: ‘Given that, since 9th May 2012, my WordPress blog has been a daily diary and we are now settled in comfortable twilight years in Hampshire’s New Forest, this seems an appropriate time to close the pages of “A Knight’sContinue reading “A Knight’s Tale (Positive Postscript)”

A Knight’s Tale (150: Poetic Justice)

It was an e-mail from my friend, Brigitte who lived next door to my Sigoules house which alerted me to the fact that the house had been occupied the day after I left on 11th July. After managing to remove the squatters and their clothing, their furniture and other material were still to go. AfterContinue reading “A Knight’s Tale (150: Poetic Justice)”

A Knight’s Tale (149: Farewell To Sigoules)

On the morning of 29th August 2014, beginning with my bedroom, I started the task of reclaiming my rooms. I filled eleven black refuse bags with shoes and clothes from my boudoir, labelled them, and transported them to the hallway, along with the television and its various attachments. Karen Vick, from Leggett estate Agency, cameContinue reading “A Knight’s Tale (149: Farewell To Sigoules)”

A Knight’s Tale (148: First Stage Of Repossession)

Every Friday evening throughout July and August Sigoules square is covered in long tables and chairs; various food suppliers put up their stalls; Les Caves and others produce the wine; and people swarm in from miles around.  There is a pop group singing a fair number of English songs.  With respect to those who want toContinue reading “A Knight’s Tale (148: First Stage Of Repossession)”

A Knight’s Tale (147: Ten Hours At The Wheel)

During my early years at Sigoules I engaged a national company of repute to carry out various window repairs. The work was completed to my satisfaction. Soon after this, the two representatives visited saying that they were setting up their own business. There followed more internal improvements over the next year or so. This involvedContinue reading “A Knight’s Tale (147: Ten Hours At The Wheel)”

A Knight’s Tale (146: Big Clean Days)

My penultimate day in Sigoules during February 2013 was what David had termed a ‘big clean’ day.  It is the mandatory preparation for the next visitors.  Washing and ironing was the least of it, because that had been done throughout my stay. I worked my way down from the top.  First the sweeping and hoovering,Continue reading “A Knight’s Tale (146: Big Clean Days)”

A Knight’s Tale (145: Banking On The Bar)

On a scorching 25th July 2012, Elizabeth drove me to Southampton airport where I boarded a plane to Bergerac to be met by Lydie, my very reliable French taxi driver, waving her arms and striding across the tarmac to embrace me.  She is, incidentally, about a foot shorter than me with the grip of aContinue reading “A Knight’s Tale (145: Banking On The Bar)”