Archive for June 2013
Today I’m missing all things British more than usual. Not really sure why but probably 2 trips back to England in less than 5 months to bury family members has something to do with it. Since moving to Canada donkeys years ago, I haven’t gone back across the pond nearly as much as I would have liked so, I guess you could say, over the last few months I’ve experienced a bigger dollop of my own culture in a short space of time and that probably accounts for these feelings. Read the rest of this entry »
Just a 30 min train ride from Waterloo is Strawberry Hill. Weaving through the streets to the house I’ve come to see, I pass a mix of middle and higher income homes and, as I slowly go around the bend (literally, that is), I see it. Amid this residential neighbourhood sits a stark white house with turrets and arched windows. It reminds me of a big, white cake, one perhaps destined for a princess-themed wedding. This is Strawberry Hill House, Horace Walpole’s gothic home in the 18th century. Horace was the son of Britain’s first Prime Minister, a cousin of Admiral Lord Nelson, a scholar of Eton and Cambridge and a friend to Charles Lyttelton and that’s where my family connection is… Read the rest of this entry »
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