In the 21st century we don’t think twice about purchasing strawberries for Christmas in shops or supermarkets. Seasons are largely unimportant in today’s globalised world, and when we want to preserve food we can easily chill or freeze it. But in the 1800s storing and preserving supplies for winter, especially meat, was a real challenge and so ingenuity was called for.
In the 1830s, John Smith Barry added the game or wet larder and it acted as an early refrigerator and processing and preservation area. As fishing, hunting, hospitality and entertaining played a major part in Ascendancy life, a place was needed to prepare, stored and preserve all the meat and game. Foodstuffs coming into the house at this time were unprocessed and sometimes even still alive. A number of procedures had to be carried out before the food was ready for the kitchen. It is interesting to note some of the features in the Fota House game larder such as the grooves on the stone flags of the floor. These are a testament to the messy work that was carried out there, as they were designed to stop staff from slipping on blood and entrails.
A lot of thought went into the design of the game larder. It is built on a north east facing wall that gets little sunlight and has a hexagon shape to maximise outer wall surface area. There is a vent in the roof so that cross winds could blow through, creating what is known as a venture effect, which would suck any bad smells up and out. There are also screens on the windows to keep vermin and insects out but allow fresh air in. In order to ensure there was no pilferage of expensive meats, the windows of this room had iron bars fitted. To see the game larder for yourself, why not come down to Fota House and take a tour with one of our knowledgeable volunteer tour guides!
FOTA HOUSE, ARBORETUM & GARDENS WELCOMES FIRST VOLUNTEER TOURIST
If you are planning a visit to Cork, Ireland this year perhaps you would like to do some Volunteer Tourism? Last summer we were delighted to welcome our first ever volunteer tourist!
Lisa Waechter, a teacher from Germany, joined Fota’s volunteer programme as part of her holiday in Ireland. Lisa contacted us; “on your website I read that you are looking for volunteers to get involved in your projects. I spent a few months in Ireland during my studies so I have grown to love the country and the people and during my stay I would like to get involved in a working project!”
The Irish Heritage Trust runs a comprehensive volunteer programme across its properties, including Fota House, Arboretum and Gardens (Co. Cork) and Strokestown Park and Famine Museum (Co. Roscommon).
“We are very proud of our volunteering programme here at Fota” said Victoria Tammadge, General Manager at Fota House, Arboretum & Gardens. “Our aim is to create opportunities for everyone to get involved with their heritage in any way that they choose and volunteering is a great way for us to offer meaningful ways for people to participate with heritage” she added.
We believe this increased individual and community participation at special places brings them to life and helps protect and preserve them for future generations. Our team of passionate and enthusiastic volunteers help us do so much more at Fota.
Lisa enjoyed three days of volunteering in August, which included assisting a children’s group to pot plants in Fota’s beautifully restored Victorian Frameyard Garden and learn about propagation. She also was able to learn a skill at the volunteer led photography course. “I really enjoyed the benefits of volunteering while giving something back to the Fota community”, continued Lisa.
We look forward to welcoming many more Volunteer Tourists in 2017!
For further information on Volunteer Tourism contact:
Fota House, Arboretum & Gardens
T:+353 21 481 5543
The Last Letter
The Irish Heritage Trust which manages Fota House in Cork is proud to be the gatekeeper of many stories. We know this one is all too common and many families safeguarded those last letters from the front as precious mementos. This letter dated April 1917 is 100 years old this year and it was sent from Charlie Beswick, son of Mr Beswick, who was the head Gardner on the Fota Estate from about 1899 to 1914.
Clockwise from left, Charlie’s last letter to his parents written on the 19th of April 1917; Eliza Beswick, standing in front of the head gardener’s house at Fota. The house can still be visited on tours of the kitchen gardens; the Beswick family, Charlie is standing front left with Brothers Arthur, Willie and his parents.
The Beswicks had three boys and you can see in the family photograph. Willie, Arthur (who took many of the family pictures), and Charlie, the youngest. Charlie grew up on the estate and later followed in his father’s footsteps: he trained in botany at Kew Gardens in London. At the outbreak of WW1 Charlie joined up, and we have a selection of postcards that he dutifully sent to his parents from the front. The address he uses is ‘The Gardens’ Fota House, Cork. No postcodes needed! Charlie commence his service as a private he later progressed to became an officer in the King’s Own Royal Lancaster Regiment and this image of him smiling and handsome in his lieutenant’s uniform belies the sadness that war brought to families such as the Beswicks.
The Trust was lent this letter written by Charlie to his parents dated the 19th of April 1917 and it is one of the most poignant and thoughtful messages from a young man to his family. His words are laden with significance and convey an outcome that he must have sensed was imminent and inevitable. Charlie sustained fatal wounds after leading his platoon into action in Cambrai in France and died three days after writing the letter on the 22nd of April – 100 years ago.
The letter reads:
Dear Father and Mother
I am just about to go into action leading my platoon. With God’s help I will return safely – then if not I shall do my duty to the best of my ability. If anything should happen please tell Willie and Arthur and all, also Ernie Mills that I thought of them and you all and thank God he has thought fit to make me of some use to my King and Country.
Your loving son Charlie
Pictured below: Charlie Beswick in uniform and the letter he wrote just three days before he died.
By the end of the War William and Eliza had moved to Bath, but their memory and that of their boys still lingers at Fota through their family album and especially through the house they once lived in, tucked away in a corner of ‘The Gardens’. Today visitors can see where he played as a boy in the orchard and kitchen gardens at Fota House. When we walk the paths where he walked and look at the family home it is hard to imagine how difficult it must have been to leave the leafy tranquillity of Fota to face the horrors of the trenches.
Fota House, Arboretum and Gardens, Co Cork, Ireland
Open from spring to September and by appointment at other times
This time of year as millions of people order things for Christmas dinners with a click and a credit card my mind wanders to the kitchens in the Trust properties of Fota House, Johnstown Castle and Strokestown Park and I think of how foods were sourced and prepared in the past. When everything was prepared from scratch and it took time and hard work. Not an issue in big houses with a dedicated team of servants to pluck, draw, skin, peel, scrape, grate, pound, grind, sieve and wash raw materials that entered by the scullery door – and of course to clean up afterwards.
Food miles were not huge issue for the big house cooks either: a large portion of their ingredients were obtained from the estate. The range of food consumed by the upper classes was great. Potatoes, grains and eggs were in plentiful supply and most of the meat consumed was sourced from the estate including venison from the deer park, game, beef, poultry, rabbit and mutton and a variety of fish if there was river or a lake such as at Johnstown Castle.
The kitchen garden supplied numerous varieties of vegetables and fruit and for table decorations a selection of flowers was essential – it was the head gardener’s task to ensure that there was a plentiful and impressive supply throughout the year. It was deemed so important to have floral decorations gracing one’s table that Victorian advice manuals suggested that hiring flowers was a solution for town dwelling middling sorts who didn’t have gardens of their own. Fota’s kitchen garden with its heated glasshouses shows how generations of gardeners used ingenious means to force (or delay) growth in order to supply the house with out of season delights such as roses or strawberries for Christmas!
The demands placed on the gardener often came through the cook from the mistress of the house. Each day the cook would settle the menus with her mistress. In Fota the ever practical Lady Dorothy made her way to the kitchen for this discussion. This was not the ‘done’ thing and was considered an invasion of the cook’s territory and one which produced much grumbling! In Strokestown the gallery above the kitchen allowed the mistress to stay aloof and drop her handwritten menu down to the cook waiting respectfully below: an action that plainly signified which woman was of the higher social rank.
Another important element of the food supply to an estate kitchen was the dairy which provided the house with milk, cream, cheese and butter sourced from the dairy herd. Butter was a much used ingredient and a very large household could consume up to 40 pounds of it per week for cooking, baking and for the table.
We are fortunate in the Trust that our preserved service wings help us to imagine the contexts and servants who toiled in the old kitchens – but the best way to understand them is to try a recipe! This is just a simple one but does give a sense of the work involved and the ingredients used. Appropriately for the time of year it’s for an extremely Rich Custard from a ‘receipt’ book published in 1806. The book called A New System of Domestic Cookery was written by Mrs Rundell and was a runaway best seller for many decades and I’d like to think that perhaps it was used at one of our houses.
Boil a pint of milk with lemon peel and cinnamon; mix a pint of cream and the yolks of five eggs well beaten [and leave aside]; when the milk tastes of the seasoning, sweeten it enough for the whole; pour it into the cream, stirring it well; then give the custard a simmer till of a proper thickness. Don’t let it boil; stir the whole time one way; season as above.
If to be extremely rich, put no milk but a quart [two pints] of cream to the eggs
Try to avoid the bitter pith of the lemon when scraping the peel – ideally a tool for taking julienne strips should be used. As in all early recipes that we make (without the aid of a servant) this one takes a little time and attention, but it is so superior to readymade cartons of custard and it adds a truly luxurious element when served at Christmas on your deserts or pudding. Happy Christmas!
Whilst a good number of volunteers are working with staff on the annual exercise of taking all the decorations down from the attics and sitting around a table sorting, making and sometimes mending, Museum Standards and Property Care Co-ordinator Stephen Williams is going through his schedule of rooms, checking his lists twice for precious objects which must be either protected or carefully moved to a safer location before thousands of children, parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles come through the house for Fota’s celebrated Magic of Santa.
“Things get pretty busy around here in December!” laughs Stephen, “so we plan and re-plan routes through the house and make sure that nothing of the house or anything inside it is put at risk – it’s all part of our holistic Museum Standards Accreditation.”
The Trust knows that people come to Fota for Christmas because they want to be in the grand reception rooms and experience the glimmer and glamour of the big house at this time of the year. Our job in the Trust is to make sure that we work with the house and objects, to strike a good balance between access and conservation.
What kind of jobs is Stephen doing with his team? Here are just a few examples:
– The careful and even rolling-up of good carpets and covering them in Tyvek cloth to keep them clean and protected.
– The creation of boxes (acid and pest free!) around objects which can’t be moved, such as the delicate gilt pier tables in the main pink Drawing Room.
– The careful relocation of precious sidetables and chairs which can’t fit amidst all of Santa’s kit and entourage, always lifting these precious objects by their lowest load-bearing points, never by their chair-rails or carved skirting.
We are getting ready for you at Fota and look forward to welcoming you inside!
The unbelievable tale of Lady Barrymore ‘The Boxing Baroness’ – boxing and boozing in Regency London
“The Barrymores, you know, really cannot be held accountable for their odd manners” … and the worst offenders were the Earls of Barrymore who partied their way through their fortunes in Regency London. Richard Barry, the 7th Earl, was perhaps the most notorious. Amongst the mix of his dangerous or expensive passions was the sport of boxing. History has somehow remembered both Richard and his wife practicing the sport of boxing, but would a high born woman in Regency England really have done this? We do know that the Regency was rather a racy time. Or was “The Boxing Baroness” remembered in early 19th century prints instead Mary Ann, Richard Barry’s mistress in the late 1780s. When Richard left her and married another woman in 1792, poor Mary Ann may have been married off to one of Richard’s servants, but her association with the name Barrymore remained. By the 1820s Mary Ann was in the gutter, she was heavily dependent on alcohol and had tendency to use her fists on lawmakers who tried to arrest her. Hence could this have won her the title “The Boxing Baroness”. Mary Ann had descended from the luxury to penury, dying gin soaked in a garret near Drury Lane in 1832.
Why not visit the home of the Barrys, Fota House, Co. Cork www.fotahouse.com
Read here about Female Boxers in Georgian England, where we are told that Lady Barrymore posed as a boxer and sparred before her husband Lord Barrymore http://www.historyextra.com/femaleboxers
To read more about Mary Ann as “The Boxing Baroness” go to https://georgianera.wordpress.com/2015/03/03/the-truth-about-lady-barrymore-the-boxing-baroness/
John Smith Barry did indeed enjoy racing his yacht Columbine. One account from the sporting magazine dated august 24th 1835 of the ‘Cowes Regatta’ describes
“The beautiful King’s cup was won by Mr Smith Barry’s Columbine beating The Corsair, The Fanny and The Albatross. The vessels that contended were from 90 to 70 tons and all were built by Mr Ratsey. His most gracious majesty’s beautiful cup will for the first time find its way to the sister isle, and grace the sideboard of the hospitable and liberal proprietor of cove island in Cork Harbour”.
The King’s Cup is a silver gilt trophy that was presented to the royal yacht squadron by King William IV in 1830 – the names of the winners of the Kings Cup are written in gold on an honours board that is displayed on the platform at the castle that is the home of the Royal Yacht Squadron to this day. The Royal Yacht Squadron was founded in 1815 by a group of friends and quickly became a favourite of the aristocracy, its regatta at Cowes being one of the most fashionable events of the season.
However, yachting for pleasure, in an organised social form, blossomed in Ireland long before England. The Water Club of the Harbour of Cork was active from 1720 to 1765, its members met fortnightly (coinciding with the spring tides) between April and September to sail and dine. Once a year their admiral received the honours of the flag, ‘attended with a prodigious number of boats with their colours flying, drums beating and trumpets sounding. The Water Club’s boats – cutters of the type used by pilots and revenue officers – carried out manoeuvers rather than racing, the spectacle made livelier by frequent signalling with guns and flags, clouds of smoke and the Irish genius for conviviality!
Huge thanks to Sally O’Leary for writing this super follow up blog to http://fotahouse.com/racing-around-in-yachts-sailing-for-pleasure-with-the-smith-barrys-in-honour-of-annalise/
John Smith-Barry (1793-1837) of Fota House loved to race yachts and won many cups with ‘The Morning Star’ and ‘Columbine’, the latter a 99 ton cutter. The painting above shows John at Fota with ‘Columbine’ moored in Cork Harbour behind him.
His son James Hugh Smith-Barry was a member of the Royal Yacht Squadron and Vice Admiral of the Royal Cork Yacht Club, later admiral. James preferred cruising to racing and had Columbine turned from a cutter into a yawl. Those of you who have visited Cobh will know the beautiful promenade called the Columbine-quay. This was built at a great expense by James Smith Barry and was used by the Royal Cork Yacht Club, at their annual regatta
‘the gayest and best supported of any display of the kind in Ireland; the prizes are often large, and contended for with great emulation and spirit. In the centre of the beach is the Yacht Club House, for the accommodation of the numerous and respectable members, who meet once a week during the summer season, the fleet then generally going to sea for some hours under the command of the ‘Admiral of the day.’’
Royal Cork Yacht Club is the oldest yacht club in England or Ireland … founded in 1720 it was first called the ‘Cork Harbour Water Club’. It changed its name to the Cork Yacht Club in 1828 and, under the patronage of William IV, became the Royal Cork Yacht Club in 1830.’
During the Great Famine of 1845-49 the Smith-Barrys had to cut back on lavish spending as their income, based on tenant rents, fell away to nothing. The Smith-Barrys had to resort to ‘pretty rigid economies’ – they sold ‘Columbine’, stopped all improvement works in their houses and went abroad for a year or two until the financial situation improved. We know very little of their efforts, if they made any, to aid their distressed tenants. If only we knew as much of Fota during the Famine as we do about her sister Irish Heritage Trust property, Strokestown.
When Arthur Hugh Smith-Barry inherited the estate he tried his hand at many sports, even rowing! And although was a ‘fair oarsman’ (watch out Paul and Gary) he really loved to play cricket and played for Ireland on one occasion. In 1876 he bought a sea going topsail schooner ‘Goshawk’ weighing 252 tons.
He and his wife Mary sailed in the Mediterranean, travelling as far as Alexandria and then to Crete, Athens, Malta, Tunis, Algiers and Gibraltar and then ‘across the bay’ to Cobh. He replaced ‘Goshawk’ with the ‘Alruna’, a 126 ton yawl, followed by ‘Celia’ a 60 ton cutter, and the ‘Waterwitch’ a 150 ton schooner. Arthur Hugh was a great traveller, but never made it as far as Rio …
Arthur Hugh Smith-Barry’s unpublished autobiographical notes
Slater’s National Commercial Dictionary of Ireland, Cove (Cobh) Co. Cork, 1846 http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~mturner/cork/slaters_cove.htm
Membership List of the Western Yacht Club – 1837-47 http://www.westernyachtclub.com/cms/uploads/downloads/RWYCI%20Membership%20&%20Yachts%201827-1837.pdf
That no rising happened in Cork on the 23rd-24th April 1916 might said to be down to Edwardian communications technology. It was impossible to communicate in secret at speed. The rising in Cork ran as follows:
“On Easter Sunday morning ‘two or three hundred’ Cork city Irish Volunteers had boarded a train for Crookstown to meet other volunteer groups from West Cork. The plan was to seal off all roads to Kerry so that guns could be landed safely from the German ship, the Aud.”
Tomás MacCurtain received countermanding orders from Eoin McNeill calling off the manoeuvres some time on Saturday night-Sunday morning, these had arrived by car, delivered in person by The O’Rahilly. MacCurtain “drove to Kilmurray with Terence McSwiney, where all the volunteers had joined up, to send them home. The whole company marched to Macroom and the city volunteers got the train to Cork that evening”. They could not have known that the IRB military council meet on Sunday in Liberty Hall, where they decided the Rising would go ahead on Easter Monday. Indeed, The O’Rahilly only realised the insurrection had gone ahead when, from his home in the Dublin suburbs, he heard the sound of gunfire from Dublin city centre.
Back in Cork, Irish Volunteers were guarding Volunteer Hall on Sheares’ Street, refusing to stand down. This led to an increasing ring of steel being thrown around the building by the British Forces. A six day stand-off ensued.
If there was confusion in the Irish ranks there was shock in the British ones. Dublin Castle’s intelligence officials were taken by surprise, despite their knowledge that the Irish Volunteers were an armed force who regularly drilled in public. On Easter Monday, when the combined force of Irish Volunteers and Irish Citizen Army personnel took over various Dublin buildings, British forces in Ireland were rapidly scrambled. Here we see the difference between the Irish Volunteers and the British army in terms of communications. Urgent messages were sent out to barracks all over Ireland, soldiers were rapidly entrained, and they headed for areas of crisis.
One such message reached the Connaught Rangers stationed in Kinsale. They were there preparing for being sent into action on the Western Front. Amongst them was Lieutenant Charles Brett from Belfast, who had arrived in Kinsale in October 1914. He gives an account of being called into action on the 24th April 1916:
“At Easter 1916 the Irish Rebellion took place in Dublin and there were manifest fears that it would spread to the South. We were ordered to produce a flying column of about four hundred men (of whom I was one) and on the first night we marched to Crosshaven (on Queenstown Harbour – twelve miles from Kinsale) where we arrived at dawn. We were all given breakfast and then loaded on board two tugs (which were most dangerously overloaded and terrifyingly unstable) and ferried across the harbour to Queenstown where we marched to Fota, a large estate on an island off the River Lee between Queeenstown and Cork. There we were obviously well placed, had there been any trouble in Cork City.”
The owner of Fota House, Arthur Hugh Smith Barry, Lord Barrymore, was a committed Unionist and Conservative MP. He was deeply opposed to Home Rule, fearing that once the Home Rule Bill was enacted in 1914 the rights of southern Unionists would be completely compromised. After war was declared, however, Lord Barrymore shared a stage with the Home Rule M.P. William O’Brien at a military recruitment rally in Cork on the 5th September 1914. He declared that “this was a time when they should all stand together in defence, not merely of the Empire, but of the island which they themselves lived; it was a time when they should follow the saying of the ancient Roman where “None were for party but all were for state”. He then related the story of his nephew, the only one who bore his name who went out in the Aviation Corps. He had returned to England with both legs broken, but, thank God, he was getting on well towards recovery. You can read about his nephew, Robert Raymond Smith Barry, here.
We do not know if Arthur Hugh Smith Barry was at home in Fota in March 1916. Various ‘Fashionable Intelligence’ and ‘Social and Personal’ columns tell us that Lord and Lady Barrymore came to Fota from their English residence in September 1915. The papers also tell us that on the 30th March, 1916, at the Munster Agricultural Society Spring Show, that Lord Barrymore’s calf ‘Fota Minstrel’ won first prize in the pure bred short horn bull category. But we do not know if Lord Barrymore was there to witness this victory. One thing is almost certain. He would have been most supportive of Charles Brett and his men encamping on the Fota Estate in defence of British rule in Ireland.
But what about the stand-off at the Volunteer HQ at Sheares’ Street? Here there was no trouble. During this stand off the British demanded the surrender of all weapons but the Volunteers refused. Not a shot was fired on either side. Eventually, a compromise brokered by the Lord Mayor and the Auxiliary Bishop. And Charles Brett? He and his men, not needed in Cork, went via train to Dungarvan, thence to Enniscorthy, but the rebels had fled. They saw no action in Ireland, but soon Charles Brett was deployed to France where he saw a lifetime’s worth of action in a few short years.
John Dorney, ‘‘Glorious Madness’, The Life and Death of Michael O’Rahilly’ http://www.theirishstory.com/2015/04/09/glorious-madness-the-life-and-death-of-michael-orahilly/#.Vxc7mvkrLIV
Sir Charles Brett, An Irish Soldier with the Connaught Rangers in World War I, published by the Somme Association, 2007
The Skibbereen Eagle, 5 September 1914, Page 8, Accessed via the Irish Newspaper Archive Online
A recent wintery walk at beautiful St. Barrahane’s Church in Castletownshend led to the discovery that it is 100 years since the death of Violet Florence Martin (11 June 1862 – 21 December 1915). Using her pen name, Martin Ross, she wrote both funny and poignant stories and novels about Anglo-Irish life at the turn of the century with her cousin Edith OEnone Somerville (1858-1949). Any readers familiar with Major Yeates, the Irish R.M, will know that a dominant leisure time occupation of his set was foxhunting, an activity very appropriate to write about at this time of year.
Somerville and Ross did a wonderful job of conveying the excitement of the hunt, along with its rigors. Their story ‘The Pug-nosed Fox’ about an attempt by Major Yeates, as temporary ‘Master of Hounds’, to have his photograph taken in full regalia with the dogs about him in mid-summer, does a superb job of conveying these rigors, along with giving us passages of text written in a colourful, thick, West Cork accent. When the hounds decide to follow the scent of the pug-nosed fox from Templebraney, rather than have their photograph taken, Major Yeates and the whip Michael Leary have to chase them across the countryside in sweltering summer heat. When the pair become separated the Major has to find out where Michael and the hounds have gone, he asks an old woman in her garden:
““Did you see any dogs, or a man in a red coat?”
“Musha, bad cess to them, then I did!” bawled the old woman, “look at the thrack o’ their legs down thro’ me little pratie garden! ‘Twasn’t but a whileen ago that they came leppin’ out o’ the wood to me, and didn’t I think ‘twas the Divil an all his young ones, an’ I thrun meself down in the thrinch the way they wouldn’t see me, the Lord save us!”
My heart warmed to her; I would also would have gladly laid down among the umbrageous stalks of the potatoes, and concealed myself for ever from Michael and the hounds.
“What way did they go?” I asked, regretfully dismissing the vision, and feeling in my pocket for a shilling.
“They went wesht the road, your Honour, an’ they screeching always; they crossed out the field below over-right the white pony, and faith ye couldn’t hardly see Michael Leary for the shweat! God help ye asthore, yourself is getting hardship from them as well as another!”
The shilling here sank into her earthy palm, on which she prayed passionately that the saints might be surprised by my success.”
Far more hilarity ensues when Major Yeates arrives at Templebraney House where he finds Tomsy Flood, the best man at a wedding in the house, sewn in to a feather mattress. And the hounds then proceed to eat the wedding breakfast.
Violet Martin’s writing partner, Edith Somerville, was also an artist, farmer, suffragist and Master of the West Carbery Hunt. It is in this capacity that she may have met Dorothy Bell of Fota House. Mrs. Bell rode with the United Hunt of Middleton, the South Union Hunt of Carrigaline, the West Waterford Hunt, and with the West Carbery Hunt, Skibbereen. Mrs. Bell wore a full riding habit and always rode side saddle. This image of her, from the Fota Collection, tells us that she was Master of the South Union Hunt.
In Patty Butler’s wonderful writings about Fota there is account of what Mrs. Bell did when she came home from a hunt. She would enter the house calling the names of the servants “Mary! Patty! Peggy! Russell!’ and dump her small lunch basket inside the front door. She would then proceed up the stairs shedding her riding gear, throwing off the skirt of her habit, her hat and her whip as she ascended. These were duly picked up by her ladies maid, Mary Wixon, as she followed along behind to help Mrs. Bell change into her day clothes.
Mrs. Bell and any guests who had also been out hunting would have tea, hot toast and boiled eggs served to them in the library. As hunting is a winter sport there would always be a fire burning. The talk of the days sport would be loud and lively. As Patty Butler recounts “you could hardly hear yourself clearing the table above the chatter. “Jolly good show …!” could be heard in loud English accents and they laughed a lot as they looked back over the day’s events.” If the experiences of Major Yeates are anything to go by, they had much to laugh about.
Excerpts taken from:
Edith Somerville and Martin Ross, The Further Experiences of an Irish RM (Longmans and Green, 1908)
Patty Butler, Through the Green Baize Doors, Fota House (Carrigtowhill, 2011)