Category Archives: 2016

“If you don’t get turned on by Knebworth, you know what I mean, you must be ******* mental, you know what I mean…” announces the steel-tongued Liam Gallagher at the London premiere in October of the Oasis documentary “Supersonic”.  I … Continue reading →

This month we are involved in the three things that make us unpopular with our neighbours.  We are culling deer in our deer park, we are cutting down trees in New Wood as part of our Forestry Management Plan and … Continue reading →

I visited Downton Abbey last year.  I sat next to Mrs Patmore, the cook, at dinner.  Before dinner we went downstairs, for a tour of the old servants’ halls.  It was the first time Mrs Patmore had ever been downstairs … Continue reading →

‘Autosol’ makes metal shine but still at night ghosts squeak and grind Perchance dear Henry ‘tis just a dream that wanders round your mind… Last November’s edition of this magazine signed off with a poem “The K-lanking K-nights of K-nebworth” … Continue reading →

The Mausoleum in Knebworth Park was broken into in the 1950s, so my grandmother Hermione had it bricked up.  Towards the end of her life, she was keen to restore the building, so in 1999 we broke through the brick … Continue reading →

My record time in the 60 metre hurdles at my junior school having remained unbeaten for seven years in the 1970s, frankly I am disappointed that I am not included in our summer exhibition.  To mark 2016’s exciting summer of … Continue reading →

“The Rolling Stones play Knebworth at the weekend amid speculation that it is the last time they’ll appear live in this country…  ‘When bands have been around this long,’ guitarist Keith Richards is reported to have said, ‘they should be … Continue reading →

My grandmother Hermione, newly-married and living in Milan, received this newspaper cutting from her mother in April 1932.  Her mother’s comment was “There have been about 900 tourists in the week – Keep that up, and we are saved – … Continue reading →

“Fair daffodils we weep to see you fade away so soon…”  For some reason I can still remember the whole of this 17th Century poem having had to learn it at school when I was 13.  But this year, they … Continue reading →

There is no clearer sign of getting older than time passing more quickly.  I find this particularly true of the winter months, which as a child seemed interminable.  Now our Christmas events come to an end and before we can … Continue reading →