Where was MoDA?

January 21, 2012

Tigger said she wanted to go and see Moda. Who’s that? I wondered to myself but it later turned out to be a what? not a who? Either way, we were disappointed as Moda wasn’t where we thought it was.

The King's Cross dome
The King’s Cross dome
Part of the newly redesigned King’s Cross station

We were going to take the Piccadilly Line to Oakwood, so we went down to King’s Cross (the Piccadilly Line doesn’t run through Angel), intending to have breakfast on the way. But where?

Caffè Nero
Caffè Nero
Their porridge needs a little work

There is a Caffè Nero on the corner of St Pancras station where Pancras Road runs into Euston Road. We had heard that they now served porridge. We bought coffee and croissants to go with it. All I can say is that though they may make “the best espresso this side of Milan”, as it says on their shirts, their porridge needs a little work. It had the consistency of soup.

Oakwood station
Oakwood station
Last stop but one on the Piccadilly Line

The tube journey to Oakwood is a longish one (though there are far longer routes on the Metropolitan Line) and this station is the last one before the terminus at Cockfosters. (If you want to follow the route on a tube map, this map has a nice “Find Station” function but is rather small-scale while this other map is of a larger scale but you have to look up the station’s grid reference on page 2.)

Oakwood station hall
Oakwood station hall
Unusually large for a suburban station

Oakwood station, opened in 1933 as part of the Piccadilly Line extension to Cockfosters, was designed by Charles Holden and has an unusually large entrance hall extending over the tracks. Its historical importance is enough to have gained it the status of a listed building. The Underground sign in the street in front is also a little bit special.

Underground Sign
Underground Sign
Outside Oakwood station (note the pigeon-deterrent spikes)

This is one of the older designs of what is known as the London Underground roundel. It was designed around 1817-8 by Edward Johnson, a typographer, and continued in use, with variations, throughout the 1920s into the 1930s. (The modern logo lacks the white dashes and the letters are all of the same height.) There are several different versions visible on the network today and it’s good that the older ones have been allowed to remain, telling their story, as it were.

Trent Park Mansion
Trent Park Mansion
Today a campus of the University of Middlesex

I now learnt that Moda was to be found at Trent Park and that if we waited in front of the station, by and by a shuttle bus would come and take us there. Moda or “MoDA” turned out to be the Museum of Domestic Design and Architecture and was said to be hanging out at the campus of the University of Middlesex.

The Old Stables
The Old Stables
Pretty fine accommodation for the horses

The shuttle came and we boarded. The small bus ran down the picturesquely named Snake Lane and deposited us beside the Old Stables. There are no horses there now and the building is used for other purposes. It’s a fine building with its own clock tower and it would have been interesting to see it in the days when it served as a stables for the house.

Extensive parkland
Extensive parkland
Once Enfield Chase, a royal hunting forest

Long ago, Trent Park was a royal hunting forest but was given to a Dr Richard Jebb by George III for services rendered. Thus it entered into private ownership and finally came into the hands of Middlesex County Council (1952). During World War Two, the house was requisitioned as an interrogation centre for captured enemy airmen. Today, it is one of the several campuses of Middlesex University.

Sphinxes and statues
Sphinxes and statues
Signs of an elegant past

We searched around the building and the immediate area but although we found some interesting traces of the house’s past, including sphinxes and statues, MoDA was nowhere to the seen.

An artwork, presumably
An artwork, presumably
And an impromptu coat rack

There was a reception area and while Tigger was enquiring for the whereabouts of MoDA, I spotted this artwork (presumably) and photographed it, trying to decide what it was. A dinosaur skeleton, perhaps? There was no identifying plate or notice. Someone has apparently decided to use it as a coat rack.

The open area in front of the house...
The open area in front of the house…
…looks as if there might once have been a fountain in the middle

It turned out that MoDA was no longer here. That’s why we couldn’t find it. We should have checked before setting out, perhaps. We returned to the Old Stables to wait for the little white shuttle bus to take us back to Oakwood station.

Enfield Market Square
Enfield Market Square
It was market day

We continued on by bus to Enfield, hoping to find something to see or do there. We found that it was market day and the Market Square was full of stalls. I had photographed the Market House on a previous visit when the square was empty (see A look at Enfield). Today it was surrounded, like a mother hen surrounded by her chicks.

Dugdale Centre, Enfield
Dugdale Centre, Enfield
Closed today

Hearing that Enfield Museum Service has an area in the Dugdale Centre in Thomas Hardy House, we went along, hoping to take a look. Although there was a friendly information officer on duty, the rest of the Centre was closed, so we drew another blank.

Time for coffee
Time for coffee
And to plan our next move

We retired to Caffè Nero for coffee and a rest and to decide what to do next. The cafe was quite busy, perhaps because the market had brought people into town or just because it was Saturday.

Where the bus brought us
Where the bus brought us
Our first sight of the Island

We decided to take a bus ride to Enfield River Island. Whether or not this is strictly speaking an island or a “virtual island”, I am not entirely sure but it seems near enough one, bordered  by the River Lee, the Navigation Canal and the Cattlegate Flood Relief Channel. This map will give you a better idea of the layout.

The Royal Small Arms Factory
The Royal Small Arms Factory
This gave the area its historic importance

The Island is historically important because it was here that in 1818 the Royal Small Arms Factory was opened. This was the most important production centre for British small arms, creating some of the most famous army weapons such as the Lee-Enfield bolt-action rifle and the Sten gun. The factory closed in 1988 and the Island began to be developed for housing.

The Buffalo Cafe-Bar-Bistro
The Buffalo Cafe-Bar-Bistro
Back to Enfield for a late lunch

It was quite cold, and as there didn’t seem to be a lot to see anyway, we took the bus back to Enfield where we had a late lunch in a cafe called Buffalo in Southbury Street.

After this, perhaps discouraged by not managing to see what we had wanted to see, we decided to return home. We took a train to Liverpool Street and the bus from there. It had been a slightly low-key day, though we had seen a few interesting things and places, and perhaps we shall return another time a bit better prepared!

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The palace in East Molesey

January 20, 2012

Tigger had a day off from work today and we of course determined to put it to good use. Weekday outings have advantages over weekend outings but also some disadvantages. The main disadvantage is that buses and trains are crowded, especially at certain times of day. On the other hand, the transport system is running well (no dratted “scheduled engineering works”), shops and cafes are open and, best of all, the interesting places we may wish to visit are not as packed out as they are likely to be during the weekend.

The line terminates here
The line terminates here
No weekend crowds

We took a bus to Waterloo, bought baguettes and coffee, and jumped aboard a train. It was a rather grey, chilly day, right for indoor visits rather than for wandering about in the open. Our destination was at the terminus, so there was no risk of missing our stop!

The understated Hampton Court station
The understated Hampton Court station
What would Cardinal Wolsey have thought of it?

Our destination lay at the terminus of the line at what seems a rather understated little station in view of the noble name that it bears. We had come to visit Hampton Court Palace, once the habitation of monarchs and today a national treasure and tourist attraction.

Hampton Court Bridge
Hampton Court Bridge
The bridge leads you to the palace

Within sight of the station is Hampton Court Bridge. This is the fourth bridge on this site. The first was built in the mid-18th century at what was then a ferry crossing. The current bridge was opened in July 1933 by the Prince Of Wales, later to be King Edward VIII. Twickenham Bridge and Chiswick Bridge were also opened at the same time. I do not know how often it has happened that three bridges have been opened together in a single ceremony.

The Gate to Hampton Court Palace
The Gate to Hampton Court Palace
It is decorated with heraldic figures

A short walk from the end of the bridge brings you to the gates of Hampton Court Palace. The four gate posts are decorated with heraldic figures.

People often refer to the palace simply as “Hampton Court” but really, we should refer to it as “Hampton Court Palace”. This is because the immediate area is also called Hampton Court (as is the railway station) and because there is another Hampton Court, also called Hampton Court Castle, in Herefordshire.

Approaching the palace
Approaching the palace
The view from inside the gate

Hampton Court Palace is, or rather was, a royal residence from Tudor times until George II. Today it is managed, along with the Tower of London, the Banqueting House, Kensington Palace and Kew Palace, by a charity called Historic Royal Palaces. Much of it is open to the public (there is an admission charge) but some parts are closed, including the “grace and favour” apartments that are still occupied. There is also accommodation available for visitors who wish to stay overnight.

The Great Gate House
The Great Gate House
Guarded by heraldic beasts, this time in stone

It must be said straightaway that the Palace is not only vast but is also complex. Imagine two palaces, one Tudor and the other Baroque, and now imagine that someone has jammed them into one another, like two icebergs colliding. That gives you some idea of the architectural entanglement of the Palace. Successive waves of building have added new parts or altered existing ones, according to the needs and fads of the inhabitants.

Mythical heraldic beast
Mythical heraldic beast
A chimaera like the Palace

The Manor of Hampton was acquired in the 13th century by the Knights Hospitallers who had a grange on the site but it also came to be used as a staging post and guest house for royal visitors. Its first use as a residence  came in 1494 when it was leased to Giles Daubeney, Lord Chamberlain to Henry VII, who needed a residence near the royal court.

Moulded and painted ceiling
Moulded and painted ceiling
Great Gate House

A pivotal moment in the history of Hampton Court came in 1514 when the Knights Hospitallers assigned a 99-year lease on the property to Thomas Wolsey, then Archbishop of York, and an ambitious politician rising quickly up the hierarchy. Wolsey was to become a Cardinal and a close associate of Henry VIII and now set about building a residence that suited his rank and ambitions. Thus came into being the Tudor Palace of Hampton Court.

The Clock Court
The Clock Court
Dominated by its huge astronomical clock

Wolsey was playing for high stakes, a dangerous game which he ultimately lost. Charged with obtaining the Pope’s permission for Henry to divorce his first wife, Katherine, on the grounds that she had not produced a male heir, Wolsey failed and fell into disfavour. In 1528, Wolsey was disgraced and Henry snatched both Hampton Court Palace and Wolsey’s other property in London, York place.

The Astronomical Clock
The Astronomical Clock
Made for Henry VIII in 1540

Wolsey’s final downfall occurred in 1530 when he was accused of treason and arrested near York. Summoned to London, Wolsey must have known that he faced imprisonment, a humiliating trial and at last, an appointment with the executioner, sharing the fate of all those who incurred Henry’s displeasure. Sensibly, Wolsey died on the journey back to London.

A vexatious encounter
A vexatious encounter
Entrance to King Henry’s state apartments

Crossing the Clock Court (whose clock, incidentally, reflects the medieval belief that the sun revolves around the earth), we arrived at the entrance to King Henry’s state apartments. We found a gaggle of people waiting and, as we had heard there were to be some free guided tours, we waited with them. We were subsequently met and taken in hand by two ladies of King Henry’s court.

The Queen's Staircase and its lamp
The Queen’s Staircase and its lamp
Named after Queen Mary II whose state apartments these would have
been had she not died before they were completed

These were of course re-enactors impersonating historical personages and they treated us to all the court gossip while leading us inside and up the great staircase. Personally, I find this irksome and artificial, especially when they buttonhole members of the public and address them as though they are themselves members of the court. Tigger seemed to enjoy it, though, so I spent my time nosing around, taking photos and avoiding vexatious encounters with “The King” who happened by at one point.

The landing
The landing
Many of the tapestries have been taken away for cleaning

In some places, the walls give the impression of being stage sets because they are painted to give a trompe-l’œil effect. This is because many of the tapestries have been taken down for cleaning – winter, when there are fewer tourists, is the best time for this. Similarly, some of the best rooms – such as the Great Hall – were closed and we had to give them a miss.

First-floor gallery
First-floor gallery
This leads to the King’s apartments

While the Tudor court ladies were twittering in the gallery, I explored and took some photos. Note the handsome red coats worn by the wardens, as they are called. More about that shortly.

Royal marriage contract
Royal marriage contract
Between Kateryn Parr and Henry VIII

As I skulked around avoiding poseurs in Tudor costume, my attention was caught by this display. It is the contract, though only a copy, of the marriage between Henry VIII and Kateryn Parr (as her name is there spelt). I was interested because my maternal ancestors are also called Parr and one of my relatives is convinced that we are “descended from” the Queen of England. Personally, I am unconvinced as there are many sources of the name Parr (German and French as well as English) and “my lot” seem to have come from Ireland sometime in the 19th century.

The Great Watching Chamber
The Great Watching Chamber
Magnificent but missing its tapestries

The Great Hall is said to be splendid but it is currently closed to the public for cleaning and refurbishment. We were taken instead to the Great Watching Chamber. Getting an unobstructed view proved difficult as the two Tudor ladies were holding court at one end. This room (missing its tapestries at the moment) has served various purposes in its time.

The gilded ceiling
The gilded ceiling
An ostentatious display of opulence

The decor of the room leaves no doubt that it was intended to impress visitors with the ostentatious display of the owner’s wealth and therefore power.

Stained glass windows
Stained glass windows
Colourful heraldic designs

These tall stained glass windows have an almost ecclesiastical look to them except that the designs are based on heraldry to please and flatter the royal eye.

Red coat and cape
Red coat and cape
Friendly and helpful and splendidly dressed

As we returned down the Queen’s Staircase, a lady warden was kind enough to pose for us. You can see the red coat with its crest and, on the chair, the black cape that she had been wearing earlier when I met her on outside duty. Wardens are issued with two coats, a lighter one for summer and a heavier one for winter. All the wardens we met were friendly and ready to talk about the Palace and about their duties. This was informative and added to the interest and pleasure of the visit.

Door of the Chapel Royal
Door of the Chapel Royal
Photography not allowed within

Photography is allowed everywhere in the Palace except in the Chapel Royal. I am not sure why this is. The Chapel is still used as a place of worship but I don’t think that is the reason. The chapel is certainly one of the most remarkable and beautiful parts of the building. Whether or not you are religious, you can appreciate the magnificence of the furnishings and decor. It is certainly a sight not to be missed by the visitor. The motto seen here – DIEU ET MON DROIT – is seen everywhere in the Tudor palace.

The Fountain Court
The Fountain Court
One of the more tranquil open spaces

After a cup of tea in the cafe, which is sited in part of the original Palace kitchens, we continued our tour, this time without the company of pseudo Tudors.

Tudor servants
Tudor servants
One taking a drink and one a little worse for wear

Passing through the outer court, we came upon a couple of Tudor Palace servants taking a break from their no doubt onerous duties. One was enjoy a jug of ale while the other looked as though he had had a little too much already. Either that or he was stopping the Palace from falling over…

Baroque Fancy
Baroque Fancy
The apartments of William III

Hampton Court Palace, having been greatly extended and elaborated by Henry VIII, passed to his heirs. It was to remain an exclusive royal property, used sometimes as the royal residence and sometimes as a country retreat or a hunting lodge, until the reign of Victoria who, somewhat to people’s surprise, decreed that it should be opened to the public. In a sense, that is where the history of Hampton Court Palace ends. In between these end points, however, there had been a major upheaval: the rebuilding of Hampton Court Palace in the Baroque style.

The Naked Lunch
The Naked Lunch
Staircase ceiling

William III and Mary II (ruling as joint monarchs 1689-94, and William ruling alone until 1702), decided that Hampton Court Palace was old fashioned and needed to be rebuilt in a style appropriate to the late 17th century. They set about demolishing bit by bit the old Tudor palace and replacing it with a new Baroque structure designed by Wren, with an eye to the Palace of Versailles. Fortunately for us, the plan stalled and was never completed – hence the “colliding palaces” that I mentioned at the beginning.

Care for a game?
Care for a game?
A quiet corner away from affairs of state

The “Privy Apartments” of Henry VIII are closed at the moment, denying us a glimpse the private life of a Tudor monarch. In this the apartments of William III afforded a contrast as both the state rooms and the private quarters were open. Throughout, compared with the Tudor palace, there is an altogether more “modern” feel. Even the state rooms, though large and handsomely decorated, lack the ostentatious pomp of the Tudor rooms.

Chamber of the King's Presence
Chamber of the King’s Presence
A place for formal receptions

Am I right to see even the Chamber of the King’s Presence as being relatively low key? The King would have sat on what appears to be a comfortable armchair rather than a jewel-encrusted throne. There are still tapestries as in the Tudor palace but in these apartments there are also framed pictures, pictures everywhere.

Private office
Private office
A place for signing state documents, perhaps, or for an ambassadorial
tête à tête

Away from the state rooms, the private accommodation is comfortably if richly decorated. Low-slung and well cushioned chairs predominate along with exquisitely worked cabinets, writing desks and small tables.

The King's Eating Room
The King’s Eating Room
For formal meals and banquets

The decor is fine but restrained, emphasising the formal function of the room. Compare this with the dining room in the King’s private apartment.

Private dining room
Private dining room
Much more informal (though the staff served on bended knees)

The private dining room is more informal. It is almost cosy, a feeling emphasised by the low ceiling and the round table, unlike the long rectangular formal dining tables. In the absence of electricity, candles are used for lighting. One reads, writes letters, holds conversations, plays games and dines in localized pools of light, emphasised by the dark panelling.

The West Closet
The West Closet
One of a series of "closets"

There is a set of private sitting rooms, called “closets” (East Closet, West Closet, etc), for use by the royal family. The same low chairs and beautifully made furniture is found throughout. Royal rooms were arranged in sequence so that people gradually penetrated further into the private realm as intimacy between them and the King increased.

Gallery with sculptures
Gallery with sculptures
As much for enjoyment as for show, I think

They obviously enjoyed their art, as witness the paintings, busts, sculptures and vases displayed both in the formal rooms and in the private “closets”. This gallery contains an impressive collection of sculptures.

The Palace Gardens
The Palace Gardens
The gardens are extensive and intricately designed

Another source of pleasure would be the extensive Palace Gardens which are visible from many of the windows in this wing of the building. They are “jardins sages”, modelled perhaps on the gardens of Versailles and laid out in formal designs. The King had an “orangery” built – a sort of covered area – so that he could walk in the gardens even in inclement weather.

(The above picture suffers slightly from having been taken through wavy window glass. The dull lighting conditions don’t help, either.)

Military graffiti
Military graffiti
The result of long boring hours of guard duty

One thing that surprised me – though, on reflection I suppose it’s not really so surprising – was the amount of graffiti. This has not been left by recent visitors but is 18th century graffiti, no doubt incised by soldiers during long and boring periods of guard duty at either end of the royal wing. The one on the left reads simply “Abner Mitchener 1764” while the other is somewhat more informative:

W R Scott
3rd Regt of
Foot Guards
Feby th14 1789

By giving their names, these men clearly rendered themselves liable to detection and punishment should anyone have cared to take such steps. Obviously, no one did. It seems not to have bothered them that the guards were defacing the palace walls. And not only the walls…

Graffiti on the stone stairs
Graffiti on the stone stairs
Close-packed and over-written

There are even more graffiti in the foot of a staircase. It was densely packed and as the space ran out, carvings ran on top of carvings. Successive generations of bored guards must have whiled away the time engraving their names and whatever information about themselves they thought to leave as evidence of their sojourn.

Normally we frown upon such desecration, especially of beautiful buildings, but I suppose time has to some extent lessened the offence by turning these graffiti into records of past lives of people who usually do not achieve a personal mention on the pages of the history books.

The Prince of Wales
The Prince of Wales
They have battered haloumi!

We could have gone on exploring but decided we had done enough for one day and, as Tigger said, it’s good to leave something for another visit (we can get in free with our Art Pass cards – they are really good value). We paid East Molesey a courtesy visit, though, to be honest, we were looking for lunch. We found it in the Prince of Wales where they serve hand-battered haloumi. Try and resist that!

Old Post Office
Old Post Office
Now a rather more sinister place

We had a little look around the town, for example at the old Post Office dated 1906 which these days, unfortunately, has become a shop selling equipment to people who like torturing fish for a hobby. It deserves a better fate.

Jubilee Drinking Fountain
Jubilee Drinking Fountain
Commemorating the Jubilee of
Queen Victoria

East Molesey also has an unfussy little commemorative drinking fountain originally erected in 1887 to celebrate the Golden Jubilee of Queen Victoria. In more recent times (2002), it has also been used to commemorate the Golden Jubilee of that other long-reigning monarch, Elizabeth II.

East Molesey which, together with its significant other, West Molesey, forms Molesey tout court, possibly has other points of interest, a supposition supported by the existence of an apparently flourishing Molesey Local History Society. As the light was beginning to fade and an evening chill to make itself felt, for us it was time to head for the station and begin the journey home. We shall no doubt return.

Hampton Court Palace Gardens
Hampton Court Palace Gardens

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Miss Pink

January 19, 2012

When I was a child, I lived in a terrace house in a quiet street in Brighton. More than a street, it seemed to me a little world or perhaps a theatre and upon its stage many characters played their parts, whether great or small, and looking back with the purblind eyes of memory, I remember some of them and now find that with the passage of time, a few have somehow acquired an aura of mystery.

For example, there was Miss Pink who lived a few doors along the road from us. When I think of her I see her through the imprecise eyes of childhood and it is difficult for me to say now what age she would have been. I think she would have been in her 40s, but that’s a guess. She was a short, plump lady with long straight hair and an unremarkable face.

Miss Pink was regarded as odd and didn’t seem to have much to do with her neighbours. She would sometimes disappear for a while and then return and take up her life as before. No one mentioned this and I only knew of it because I noticed when the house was shut up and vaguely wondered where she went.

One day my mother told me that Miss Pink had asked if I would cut the grass in her back garden for which she would pay me. I duly went along to Miss Pink’s house, assuming that she would have the necessary gardening tools, such as a mower or shears. Imagine my reaction, then, when she led me to the kitchen, opened a drawer and took out a rather blunt carving knife. She demonstrated its use as a gardening tool by seizing hold of a tuft of grass and vigorously sawing at it with the knife!

The back gardens belonging to those terrace houses weren’t enormous but cutting the whole lawn with a knife was quite impractical. I proposed going home to fetch our shears (we didn’t possess a lawn mower in those days) which would be a much better option. Miss Pink was reluctant to let me go. I suppose she was afraid that if I left, I would not come back. However, I manage to persuade her, went off to fetch the shears and duly returned to cut the grass on what was a very rough lawn.

It was the only time I cut the grass for her, so how she accomplished the task on other occasions, I do not know. Perhaps she cut it herself, using the carving knife as she had demonstrated. If so, it must have taken her a good few hours each time, not to mention the back-breaking labour of crawling about on her hands and knees, sawing the grass with a blunt knife.

My wielding of the shears must have won Miss Pink’s approval for on another occasion she approached my mother to ask whether I would do some painting for her. When I turned up at her house, I was shown the job, rather an awkward one. The room in question had been freshly papered but the woodwork had not been painted. That was to be my task. Now everyone knows that you do the painting first and the papering afterwards because if you do things the other way around, you are bound to get paint on the new paper. I cannot now say how good a job I did as I no longer have any clear memory of it but I completed the task as requested.

I do remember that I did not get paid. This was because Miss Pink managed to confuse me about the money. When we went into the room, Miss Pink pointed to a table on which there were two small piles of coins. "This is your money," she said pointing at the heaps. "Not this one, though" she added, pushing one of the piles slightly one side. It was all too quick for me to see which pile was which, and as I was afraid of taking the wrong pile, I took neither. I intended to ask Miss Pink to clarify things afterwards but in the event the chance was denied me. This was because Miss Pink was busy holding a party.

On arrival, I had seen that Miss Pink was dressed up. She was wearing a black dress and a little hat. Having shown me the painting job I was to do, she left me to get on with it and went back to her party in another room. As I worked, I could hear a murmur of conversation.

Having finished the job, I looked into the room where Miss Pink was enjoying her party. As I did so, she half turned and seem to notice a drink on the mantelpiece. "Oh, is that for me, dear? Thank you," she said, quite naturally. I assumed she said this to whoever she thought had brought her the drink.

What of it, you may ask. That is all quite usual and normal and not at all remarkable. Well, yes, it would have been normal but for the fact that Miss Pink was the only person in the room! It seems that the good lady had got dressed up to have a party, all by herself, complete with drinks and pleasant chitchat with… well, with whoever she thought was at the party with her.

She was obviously too busy to attend to me so I left, without thanks and without the money. As far as I know, neither the job nor the money were ever mentioned again.

One day after this, on my way home from school, as I passed her house, I spied Miss Pink in the window. She was reclining, as on a couch. She was wearing what might have been a nightdress and she was staring out into the street, running her fingers absent-mindedly through her straight hair.

Her posture seemed rather odd and I stopped in front of the house and gave her a little wave. She did not respond nor did she give any sign of recognition. Her eyes seemed fixed on the middle distance, perhaps on things that only she could see. To my impressionable eyes, there was a certain wildness in her expression.

As I turned to leave, a police constable arrived. He cheerfully addressed Miss Pink with a "Hello, my dear, how are you?" and, meeting no response went inside the house while I sped home to report the case to my mother. Miss Pink then made one of her periodic disappearances and was gone for quite a while. She returned to her house in due course but I was never again invited to do any jobs for her and I do not know what eventually became of her.

As a child, busy with my own life and interests, I paid little attention to the people around me or to their lives and adventures unless for some reason they impinged in some direct way on my life. That now seems strange to me. It also seems a waste of an opportunity. I have become curious about these lives that ran in parallel to mine, lived by people who, as well as being interesting in themselves, must have possessed useful knowledge about my world and its past. Would that I could return to that place and that time and ply them with the questions that now so easily spring to mind. But it is too late, much too late, and they have taken their memories and experiences and their precious knowledge with them into the hidden places of history.

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