Archery Fashions for Ladies: 1831-1841

Mrs Daffodil Digresses

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Mrs Daffodil does not often dwell on the past, but this is the anniversary of the Battle of Crecy, when our English long bowmen so decisively dispatched the French.  Naturally, one’s thoughts turn to the sport of archery, much enjoyed by the English ladies, and requiring a special costume.

We hear first from Mr Hansard, the author of The Book of Archery, on the appropriate garb for a “fair toxophilite.” (Mrs Daffodil cannot hear the latter word without thinking of some useful poison.)

The presence of woman is now regarded as indispensable to the perfect enjoyment of these genuine fêtes champêtres; for the trim shaft, launched from the hand of some fair toxophilite, faultless in face and figure, inspires us with an enthusiasm which belongs not to the most adroit display of archery in the other sex.

Appropriate costume—

“To sport the gay sash of Toxophilite…

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Recipe for an Ancient Craft: Building a Viking Bowyer’s Workshop Part II

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I stood outside the boathouse and with both hands, pressed against its enormous red doors; the flakes of paint coming off and sticking to my fingers as I entered. The bow staves we ordered the previous year had arrived the day before I left Lofoten, but I was assured that they were now safely tucked away somewhere in the boathouse; ‘somewhere’.

I walked inside, but the year had made me forget how big it was. Filled in every corner of its wooden walls were the artefacts of a museum’s long history. Many tar stained ropes looked down at me as I stepped over a couple of old rowing oars. They were leaning against a crooked table that was neatly set with rusty tools, a half closed bucket of paint and a Coke bottle, oranged from the linseed oil. I spotted the shape of a large, straw archery target that stood out from the shadows in the back; tattered…

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English Historical Fiction Authors: The Lost Palace of Richmond

Richmond is my old stamping ground and what is left of the Palace is familiar. The only fully extant part of the original, as you will read in this post, is the gatehouse which still features Henry VII’s coat of arms. There remains some Tudor brickwork for the palace wardrobe, among other areas, and it was in one of the apartments created out of the wardrobe refurbishment — thought to have been designed by Sir Christopher Wren, and executed during the reign of Queen Anne — that the parents of my aunt-by-marriage once lived; an occasional visit to The Wardrobe was always a treat.

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Model of Richmond Palace

Whilst researching the Royal Palaces that once lined the River Thames, I have always wondered about the ‘lost’ ones; those that were left to become ruins, or destroyed long before photographs could tell us what they looked like. One which interests me particularly is Richmond, a Royal residence that once dominated the ground between Richmond Green and the River Thames.

In Medieval times, Richmond Green was used for grazing sheep, archery, jousting, tournaments and pageants. The earliest recorded cricket match between Surrey and Middlesex was played there in June 1730, which Surrey won, though the score is not known.

The green is surrounded by substantial Regency and Georgian houses which change hands for jaw slackening amounts, and where locals and dreamers sit at The Cricketers pub and…

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