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About Me
- Nige
- Nige, who, like Mr Kenneth Horne, prefers to remain anonymous, was also a founder blogger of The Dabbler and a co-blogger on the Bryan Appleyard Thought Experiments blog. He is the sole blogger on this one, and his principal aim is to share various of life's pleasures. These tend to relate to books, art, poems, butterflies, birds, churches, music, walking, weather, drink, etc, with occasional references to the passing scene. His book, The Mother of Beauty: On the Golden Age of English Church Monuments, and Other Matters of Life and Death, is available on Amazon or direct from the author.
Excellent. I'm currently reading a lot of Pope. I believe his pied à terre was in the vicinity to Twickenham. He, of course, disliked Horace's father Robert a great deal. Is Pope's place still there and visitable do you know?
ReplyDeleteof Twickeham.
ReplyDeleteBugger!
ReplyDeleteApparently the famous grotto is still there Guy, but only occasionally open to visitors - mostly during the Twickenham Festival, whatever that is...
ReplyDeleteThanks Nige. Just discovered that the house was demolished and there's a school there now. As you say, only the grotto left.
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