Wednesday, February 19, 2025


 Reading this book at the moment "Bess of Hardwick" by Mary S. Lovell. Bess was a wealthy woman  through her four marriages, but also by her own good management of her lands and properties. She was widely believed to be the second richest woman in England after Queen Elizabeth I. Bess was always involved in improving and building her homes, and is best known for Hardwick Hall, her own design. Lord Burghley quipped that Hardwick was "more glass than wall" for its large windows which set a new fashion for the times. 
     Her fourth husband, the Earl of Shrewsbury, was appointed custodian of Mary Queen of Scots, a position that had great status but nearly bankrupted him, as he was expected to pay most of Mary's expenses, including the upkeep of her servants and horses. His pleas to the Queen (notorious for her close-fistedness) for more money only led to the Queen suggesting that Mary's number of servants be reduced by half. At first, Mary was quartered in the same house as Bess and the Earl, and Mary and Bess became friends. However, they later fell out as Bess believed Mary was playing the couple off against each other for her own gain. As he aged, the Earl became increasingly mentally unstable, probably with dementia, and he believed that his wife was plotting against him to steal his property. He was removed as custodian for the Queen of Scots as he was unreliable, and her care passed to others. 
     Bess continued to buy and improve her properties; she was like a very good CEO and never hesitated to go to law against any who gainsaid her, in particular her stepson Gilbert who believed he was entitled to receive all her property when she died, because she had married his father. An interesting read which reveals much about the everyday life of Elizabethan times, and not about royalty which is refreshing. 

Sunday, February 16, 2025

 Back again.

I've decided to reactivate this blog after 8 years!

I did think to make a new blog, but it's much more trouble as "They" want to verify me with a cellphone number. I don't have one. "They" are Google and they have bought blogger since I last posted. Many things have changed in the world in eight years, not all of them (in fact, very few of them) for the better.

One of the better things is that I'm now retired. I want to practice my writing again now I have more time, and it will be one way of getting me away from Facebook and boring my friends with my incessant posting of things I find interesting, or fun, or beautiful, or enraging. This is called "pebbling" because it's what penguins do to other birds that they like. Penguins offer each other pebbles for nest building, apparently. (They also steal pebbles as well.) So I'll think of myself as a penguin, walking along a pebbly beach, squawking with joy when I find a particularly nice pebble.

I hope I can remember how this works. Somewhere there is a grammar/spellchecker if only I can find it.

Anyway, here's a nice picture of Florence.