In the 18th century the secret world of the molly house was a place for gay men to socialise, cross-dress and role-play. But it was also a place of danger and treachery. Advertisements
A return visit to the enigmatic ruins of Crawford Priory yields family memories, new secrets and golf balls.
Victorian London was a charnel house of the dead; a city oozing horror and nowhere more so than a small chapel where they danced on the dead.
How the British Empire occupied the remote highlands of Burma (Myanmar) through football, jokes and an indomitable imperialist.
The storm battered the small Hebridean port. The wind howled down from the moody cloud-clad mountains, and swept great gusts of rain through the village, bending any unfortunate soul trying to reach shelter.
Now a street in London’s lost history, Holywell Street was a narrow alleyway once notorious for radical politics and erotica…
The river of lost footprints. The road to Mandalay. The river that brings blessings to the people. If nothing else the Ayeyarwady (or Irrawaddy) River is evoked by a great line, and Kipling’s poem of nostalgia and longing.