Footprints in time …

Frugality was therefore second nature to my mum, which was just as well because she married in 1939, moved to London shortly before the Blitz started, and struggled to raise two young children just as…

Coming Up on Vulpes Libris: Cookbooks

I think it will be mulberry shortcake, following my mother’s blackcurrant shortcake recipe. Friday 14 July:   Hilary relishes a cookery book in which Jonathan Meades’s trademark erudition, spleen and wit leap off every page,…

Reading a country

A phrase as simple as lo que (what) allowed me to join two parts of a sentence and, for the first time, speak with a degree of fluency. The English language, I now see, is…

Vincent by Barbara Stok

Excerpts of his letters to Theo are interspersed between frames of the comic.The dramatic moments, such as the infamous ear incident are dealt with briefly, this is a story about Vincent as a person, not…

Celtic Mythology by Philip Freeman

(Does the source material for the story of The Boyhood Deeds of Cú Chulainn REALLY contain the line ‘Send forth the naked women!’?) At a little shy of 300 pages including introduction, pronunciation guide, endnotes…

Coming up on Vulpes Libris:

This week for your edification and delight, we have our usual mixed bag of reviews: Monday: Moira considers the shattered stained glass window effect in Philip Freeman’s Celtic Mythology. Related Coming up on Vulpes Libris: The…

Nifty Nonfiction: Dreadlocks and Deliveries

Nifty Nonfiction: Dreadlocks and Deliveries Two books on elements of everyday life that I found interesting. The narration had a friendly, conversational flow, which also contained amusing anecdotes and historical references. Some years ago, I realized…

Great Castles by Peter Roberts

Hamlyn Publishing Group Limited 1981 128 pp. There are plenty of photos, both black and white, which work well for pictures of armories and exterior grey stone. There’s even a short chapter on “America’s Castles”,…

My Visit to Longleat House

But one place stands out to this day, more than 40 years later: Longleat House, in Wiltshire. I think I must have truly dropped my jaw, because my tour guide was the man in the…