What’s This Beetle?


Supplementing this morning’s work on ‘A Knight’s Tale’ were my posts ‘Auntie Gwen’ and ‘One For Rebeckah’,

from which this photograph was included.

This afternoon the weather was dry, overcast, and humid, with the sun sometimes sneaking a peek at what I was up to. This was watering, dead-heading, and a little weeding.

I then experienced considerable difficulty in loading new photographs into WordPress.

Bee on hebe

Pollen-dusted bees favoured the pink and purple hebes;

New Bed garden view

Deep red Bishop of Llandaff dahlias nod to the lilies in the New Bed. (See Head Gardener’s comment below – we don’t know the name of the dahlia, but it’s not the Bishop)


We live in hope that this gaura, a plant with which we have so far been unsuccessful, will flourish in the Weeping Birch Bed.

'Pineapple' plant

On the other hand, Jackie has had great success with what we call ‘Pineapple’ plants, prised up from paving and placed in the Kitchen Bed.

Early this evening the sun reemerged and shed new light on the garden, bringing, incidentally, a cessation to loading problems. Maybe this was because the Head Gardener had returned and there was no further reason to sulk.


A glow was lent to echinaceas


and to phlox in the palm bed;

Crocosmia Lucifer

to the crocosmias, like this Lucifer;

Day lilies

to a much wider range of day lilies than we remember having;

Clematis 1Clematis 2

and to various clematises,

Clematis 3

including this one in which the Head Gardener can justifiably take great pride. As long-term readers will know, what is now the Rose Garden, was, three years ago, a concrete-bound, overgrown kitchen garden of sorts. This is where this raggedy specimen started life. Jackie lifted the wizened little plant, placed it in a pot adopted by the front garden trellis, and returned it to its roots in its birthplace.


Inherited wild strawberries are bearing fruit for the first time.

Beetle on liliesBeetle on lilies 2

As I passed the sweetly scented lilies in the New Bed, an iridescent green glint in the centre of one of the blooms flashed enticingly. Does anyone have any idea as to the beetle’s identity?

Miss Coleoptera on Twitter offers this suggestion: ‘Probably a Cetonia aurata or a Protaetia’. Uma offers this, in his comment below: ‘To me that looks like a Bombardier Beetle. Or perhaps the fellow is an oil beetle’. Google images confirms Cetonia aurata, which Oglach, below, has named as a chafer beetle..

If I had any sense I wouldn’t struggle when there’s a blip in the system. I’d just ignore it until it went away.

This evening we dined on Jackie’s delicious lamb jalfrezi and savoury rice topped with an omelette. She drank Hoegaarden and I drank Georges DuBoeuf Fleurie 2016.



One For Rebekah

Christmas Card 001The greetings card project has taken me back to the late 1950s, when Mum trekked around valiantly selling my adolescent Christmas card production so that I could cover the cost of their commercial printing.  As far as I remember we didn’t lose any money.  We certainly couldn’t have afforded to.  Although I have produced amateur handmade postcards of my photographs in the years since, I have never again attempted to sell any.

In the 1950s the method was pretty archaic by today’s standards.  I drew the artwork, took it to a block maker who produced a metal block, and to a printer who printed up the cards. Christmas Card 002 The three kings scene was done when I was fifteen; the shepherds the following year; and finally the madonna and child in 1959.  By Christmas 1960 I was in employment and could afford to buy cards.

The first and third of these pieces were done on scraper board.  The second on a fashion plate board.  No-one else was required to reproduce them today.  I still have the originals which I scanned into my computer; cleaned off the debris of the years in iPhoto;  and uploaded into WordPress.Christmas Card 003  Magic.

I no longer have the blocks because, when working as a Child Care Officer in the 1960s, I gave them to the printing department of an approved school out in Surrey somewhere.  I can’t remember the name of it, and in any case that type of facility for juvenile offenders was phased out many years ago.  I hope the lads enjoyed practising with them.

Becky has very much appreciated the recently published old photographs of family members she never knew.  So, Beck, this one’s for you.

Norwood school, featuring Grandma & Grandpa Knight & Aunt Evelyn, c.1913tif copy

The Norwood School for the Sons of Gentlemen was a family run business of the Knights for several generations, although not always in West Norwood.  Male members ran the school, whilst the women became governesses where they served all over Europe.

Central to the photograph, probably taken in 1913, are my paternal grandparents Beatrice and Jack (John Francis Cecil) Knight.  Jack, after 1914 was never to work in the school again.  Returning from the First World War he no longer had the heart to work inside or in education, and bought a removal firm.

The woman on the far left we knew in later years as Auntie Evelyn.  It was her sister, Mabel, who bequeathed our father 18 Bernard Gardens which features in my post of 17th July last year (click here).  When the family moved into this large house in Wimbledon, among Mabel’s effects were all the gramophone   records of Julie Andrews.  Mabel had no record player, but had clearly taken pride in her former charge.

Evelyn, Mabel, and another sister, Ethel, governesses to the aristocracy during the twentieth century, between them, lived through all the major upheavals of that period.  In 1917 Ethel and Mabel fled the Russian Revolution; Evelyn was in Ireland during the crisis of 1926; and Mabel observed the Spanish Civil War at close hand ten years later.  We look forward to Chris’s publication of these biographies.

Sam 3.04

Becky has noticed the family likenesses that are evidenced in the old photos. Grandpa Knight 1917 Sam, relaxing in a Barbados Bar in 2004, having just got himself into the Guinness Book Of Records after 59 days rowing solo across the Atlantic, we think bears a striking resemblance to his paternal great-grandfather photographed in 1917, the year my father was born into a world where life was so very different from today.  Sam had the freedom to be energetically animated. Grandpa Knight Grandpa had a great deal weighing him down, not just, I think, keeping still for the studio photographer.  He was no more a natural soldier than was my Dad, who, a generation later was thrust into a similar conflict.

This evening Jackie produced a deliciously hot chilli con carne with wild rice, complemented for me by the last of the Cahors, and for her by a small bottle of Blue Moon.


The next morning, following Becky’s observation, I added the blown up section of the school group photo.  I had spent hours searching through and scanning slides to find one of Sam that showed the likeness to the army portrait, when I had in front of me one of Grandpa that would have made the job so much easier.  Whilst still looking pretty staid, in this one my forebear looks rather less gaunt than the one taken four years later after three years of war.