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Oct.25.2012
Recently, at the Labour Party Conference, leader, Ed Miliband, appealed to our sense of family and belonging. 'One Nation' was the thrust of his delivery. We must all pull together. Everyone has a part to play. Everyone matters.
It was fine rhetoric, the sentiment full of abstract merit – who...
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Aug.15.2012
Lazurite glinting with pyrite and veins of calcite
'A fragment of the starry firmament’. Pliny the Elder
The Scrovegni Chapel, Padua, whose ceiling Giotto starred with gold, a palace for his frescoes. His bluepigment was of ground lapis lazuli mixed with oil and resin...
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Aug.08.2012
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The Berkeleys strive to press home their advantage whilst they may...but with some opposition from above
Mrs Price stormed off to her kin in an uppity frame of mind. The dust settled upon the cornices and the spiders scuttled out from their bullet-hole webs outside the sash...
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Aug.06.2012
...continuedThe gossipmongers at Weymouth examine Colonel West's astonishing disclosure, but, closer to home, mutiny begins to brew
The Colonel could hardly contain himself and made off without finishing his dish of chocolate. He knew the Prince of Wales was in town, staying with the doughty...
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Aug.04.2012
The Berkeleys follow the Royal Court to Weymouth and all goes according to plan...at first
In the scorching summer of 1797, His Majesty agitated to be breathing the ozone of his beloved Dorset coast and the Royal Court removed to Gloucester House in the little port of Weymouth, along with...
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Aug.02.2012
I don't know why I keep returning to Rosy Cole's book, The Twain, Poems of Earth and Ether. I mean to say that I am no poetry expert but I know what I like and I definitely know what I don't like.
Rosy's book came through our mail box in early May on the day when my son came home from the...
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Aug.02.2012
Wild Olympic flame
gathering energy on
deluged thoroughfares
banishing our ruined dreams
fresh vision kindled
The nation focused
reminiscent spectacle
of our heritage
gone the touchstone of its soul
the flint and tinder
struck by our forebears
tillers of the untamed earth...
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Jun.18.2012
(continued from yesterday's post)
Leo had had the good fortune to pass the night in a shared tent with straw for a pillow and a blanket to cover him. Against the din of thunder and driving rain, the murmurous sounds of coupling infiltrated his shallow sleep, the tender attentions of those...
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Jun.17.2012
Lavender-grey dawn spread over a city in ferment. Assembly bugles sounded the clarion-call. Drums beat a tattoo that throbbed in the blood and brain. All over Brussels, soldiers tumbled out of billets, half-dressed, steeped in sleep, their knapsacks thrust over their shoulders....
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Jun.14.2012
This follows my first post on the intuitive art of healing which started to dwindle into oblivion with the coming of the Industrial Revolution.
In the Berkeley era, the poor may have borne the brunt of social upheaval, but its effects rippled through society in a tidal wave. Empire outreach...
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