Diary – Page 4 – Stephen Liddell

My big Coronavirus Opening! – St Johns Church in Stanmore.

Last Monday was the first real big step forward in the restoration of normal life in the U.K. with many of the non-essential opening for the first time in months. Of course I couldn’t imagine anything worse than going in a shop to buy junk but in my own way I had my own big… Continue reading My big Coronavirus Opening! – St Johns Church in Stanmore.

Coronavirus Diary 50 – Of Woodlice and men

I remember reading Of Mice And Men At School, it was in the 80’s when it was politically incorrect to be taught Shakespeare which had lasted centuries and so we read significant work from the early 20th century which now too is seen to have its problems. Maybe it is time for someone to write… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 50 – Of Woodlice and men

Visiting the home of Edward Adrian Wilson – a forgotten hero who died with Captain Scott of the Antarctic.

Every now and then I write a post not quite realising the scope it will take on, perhaps once or twice a year I investigate something and it gives me something to reflect on all year and this is what happened this time. There is a house on Stanmore Hill that I’ve always liked and… Continue reading Visiting the home of Edward Adrian Wilson – a forgotten hero who died with Captain Scott of the Antarctic.

Coronavirus Diary 48 – A bit of this, a bit of that.

I’m continuing my self-isolation which is probably a good thing as typically for my luck, the streets and neighbouring villages around where I live have the highest Covid mortality rate in the whole-country per head of population. With the electrician gone I have spent the last few days tidying up which largely involves turning walls… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 48 – A bit of this, a bit of that.

Coronavirus Diary 45 – Paint me like one of your French girls

Every day since I took delivery of my little front garden bench, I have had an early morning cup of tea there. The road is always quiet and I share my time between watching the sun rising higher in the sky and watching the birds, bees and butterflies fleeting around my vista. These days the… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 45 – Paint me like one of your French girls

Visiting the grave of W.S Gilbert – the very model of a modern Major-General

One of the main things I waned to find on my walk I wrote about on Monday was the grave of W S Gilbert. I’m used to finding obscure graves amongst hundreds thousands in cemeteries a mile or more in length so finding this couldn’t have been easier. W. S Gilbert was one half of… Continue reading Visiting the grave of W.S Gilbert – the very model of a modern Major-General

The ruined church of St John the Evangelist in Stanmore

With the never ending lock-down being met with never ending warm weather, I decided to go and join up the dots of my new Stanmore tour which I actually worked out dreamt up whilst writing my blog posts on the area in the last few weeks. For a spot of quirky history and some good… Continue reading The ruined church of St John the Evangelist in Stanmore

Coronavirus Diary 43 – Self Isolating without electricity

My Coronavirus Self-Isolation took a step further towards feeling further like a solitary confinement in prison last week as I managed to get an electrician who was able to come into my new but ancient house. Initially I only wanted some very minor work doing but as is the way with things, it all escalated… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 43 – Self Isolating without electricity

Coronavirus Diary 42 – Necessity is the mother of invention

I started Ye Olde England Tours in 2013. As far as I know, I was the first person in Britain to do what I do. In fact I was so pioneering that I was thrown off Viator/Trip Advisor as back then such activities were very tightly controlled on that website and you have very certifications… Continue reading Coronavirus Diary 42 – Necessity is the mother of invention