Kurt of Gerolstein

* Paris in summer .. (tra la la) .. Is hot. That’s my excuse, anyway, for no blog for ten days. And even now I’m going to be stickily short,...

* Well, I’d never heard of it a month ago, and most of my French friends hadn’t either, except Pierre from the Insitut Français who was able...

Today is a big day for me. I have a horse of my very own going to the races... for the first time since dear old Cliffie (Lite Gasp) ran his...

Well, we’ve been to the races again – to Graignes, out towards the Normandy coastline, and came home with a fine second placing – but this w...

. A title which has nothing to do with the fact that yesterday Teresa served us up for lunch quite the best plate of tripe (a la mode de Cae...

On my last year’s visit to Les Baux de Breteuil, you may remember, I met a splendid little fellow by the name of ‘Quitus du Seuil’. He was a...

; The fourteenth of July is, of course, the most famous day in the French national calendar but, for us, the Bastille and its stormers were ...

. From Couptrain I have moved on to Les Baux de Breteuil, and back into the world of harness racing. For Les Baux de Breteuil is the fief of...

. As we wandered, the other day, through the village of Javron-la-chapelle, we came upon a statute of Mlle Joan of Arc (by any other name)....

. Three members of that flourishing West End institution of the 1960s in front of the camera, and one behind it. Left to right: Dean Viner ...

A week full of villages and meadows, of chateaux and towns, of intermittent sunshine and charming people and .. oh, my goodness .. of food ...

Well, I’ve changed departments, and left the city for the country. I am back again – as I was last year -- in the Mayenne … somewhere where ...

A faultless trip. Red Fred duly farewelled in Shanklin, 30 mins wait, the little train to Ryde, 30 mins wait, the Fast Cat to Portsmouth and...

* Well, the month has been and flown. My bags are packed, and I’m about to plunge into my big, soft Wightish bed for the last time. Tomorrow...

* A shiningly summery morning. No question of lolling around, writing up Miss Florence de Courcy for Victorian Vocalists . Today had to be a...

* “I’ve been up to Osborne, to look at the Queen …” I don’t quite know why it has taken me three weeks to get myself up to Osborne House. Yo...