“On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, the incessant boom of artillery abruptly went silent along the Western Front in France.” Today we remember the fallen heroes of all wars.
I had one of the most colourful emails that I have ever received just now from SquareMeal. I liked it so much that I have decided to share it here on Wilbur’s Travels…… From children’s stories to rock legends, here’s our pick of the best themed afternoon teas in London Written By Deborah Reda We love afternoon […]
Today is Easter Sunday in the Eastern Orthodox Church and here is a photo that I took on the Holy Friday in Crystal Palace, London. Father George of the St Constantine & St Helen Church leads the congregation through the streets around the church as Christ’s Epitaph bedecked in fresh flowers is carried by worshippers. […]
Photos taken yesterday from inside the Tower of London.
‘On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month in 1918 the guns of Europe fell silent.’ After four years of bitter fighting, The Great War was finally over. The Armistice was signed at 5am in a railway carriage in the Forest of Compiegne, France on November 11, 1918, exactly 100 years ago today. We should never forget and forever be […]
“The witching hour, somebody had once whispered to her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-up was in a deep deep sleep, and all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world all to themselves.” Roald Dahl, The BFG Trafalgar Square Witch, London […]
“Workers of all lands unite”, is the proclamation on the headstone of the renowned Prussian (modern Germany) philosopher, economist, historian, sociologist, political theorist, journalist, author and socialist revolutionary Karl Marx (1818-1883). That’s quite a CV and indeed Marx is credited with being one of the most influential people in history, his ideas and ideals forming […]
At the Roger Waters gig, Hyde Park, London
I admit it, I am potty about Potter! This year has seen me indulge in more Potter than is normal for somebody in their fifties. It started with a February trip to Edinburgh, when I dragged Mrs Wilbur to Elephant House Cafe, the proclaimed birthplace of HP himself courtesy of the then single mum Joanne […]