Ronald Binge - A Wonderful Northern Composer

Ronald Binge - A Wonderful Northern Composer

  

Last year, I was also very busy writing various articles and poems, and my piece on a wonderful northern composer called Ronald Binge was published in the November issue of Best of British magazine. I have always felt Ronald Binge’s name is perhaps not as well-known as it should be – he was a prolific creator of wonderful music, and a thoroughly kind human being as well.  

In the article, I also mention the Günter Kallmann choir. Whilst I was living and working in Durban, the choir came out on tour; I auditioned for Günter Kallman, and in due course was offered a place in his choir. In the meantime, in a “Sliding Doors” moment, I had also met my first Bob; I followed my heart, returned to England, and was very happy - although there was the (very) odd occasion, when I did momentarily wonder what might have happened, if I had gone to Berlin and Cologne instead?  A case of “The road not taken," eh?

If I am still up and awake in the early hours of the morning, at 12.48 I love to listen to the Shipping Forecast on the radio, which is gently introduced by Ronald Binge's "Sailing By." It is a wonderfully relaxing way to drift off for a good night's sleep! 

Christmas 2025

Christmas 2025

A gentle, happy time. No fuss, no stress, lovely phone calls from our loved ones; a delicious traditional Christmas dinner - turkey, accompanied by my incomparable (so I am assured!) roast potatoes, carrots, peas, beans, Brussels sprouts, swede, Yorkshire puddings and sage and onion stuffing and, of course, gravy for any one of us that wanted it - followed by a slice of Tunis cake and a Chocolate Yule Log!

We had beautiful gifts to open and enjoy and the whole day flowed smoothly and gently. We don't like to rush!

We hope everyone for whom we love and care had an equally happy festive season; and that we shall all be blessed with a happy, healthy and prosperous 2026!

J 

The Lion City Of Singapore

The Lion City of Singapore

Over the years, Wendy and I have enjoyed several trips to Singapore.  Many of Wendy's visits have not necessarily been very long, as they were in the years after Uncle John had been stopped from visiting us in the summer months, and she started going to see him in Brisbane instead. 

Wendy would rent a two-bedroomed apartment the centre of the city, and hire a car; they both enjoyed a couple of weeks companionable touring around, and Uncle John felt he was still part of a family, with warmth, home-cooked food, and just plain, good old-fashioned happy times. 

On both the outward and homeward bound journeys, Wendy stopped for a few days in Singapore. Unless it is absolutely unavoidable, we will always take the opportunity to stop and rest properly, getting our feet up in a comfortable bed, in between long flights; and so it became a regular occurrence, for Wendy to visit Singapore twice each year. 

We had also been there twice before, back in 2001, when we first visited Uncle John in Brisbane, so we knew we loved it. Singapore Airlines had also won our hearts as our airline of choice!

After Uncle John died, there was no call for us to carry on flying to Australia, but that did not deter us from continuing our "love affair" with Singapore! and learning more about its deeply interesting history.

I was inspired to write a piece about its long association with Britain, and my article was published last year; I hope it will encourage other people to go and explore all the Island has to offer!

 

Apollo - A Christmas Cat

Apollo - A Christmas Cat

Well, here we are, on Christmas Eve! I don't know where the past weeks have flown to, but it has been a busy time - a couple of articles published (more of them later!) and writing letters and Christmas cards, sending off Christmas presents, and all the other preparations for Christmas, have now resulted in us being very happy and relaxed, and ready to celebrate this wonderful time of year. 

We never forget the true meaning of Christmas, and to anyone reading this blog, we wish you all a happy, gentle and peaceful time. 

Have a lovely day, and to sign off, I'll attach a pic of Apollo, in "Christmas Cat" mode, sitting on the little table where we were putting up some Christmas cards. Apollo always makes sure he is involved in everything!

God bless you all.

Bumble - A Personality Pekingese

Bumble - A Personality Pekingese 

When I was little, I was very scared of dogs; I was afraid they would launch themselves at me, jump up and knock me over - and maybe bite, as well! 

But then, when I was seven, my Mum and I visited a lady living in Kampala, and she had a beautiful Pekingese, called Quotoi - the most delightful, perfectly mannered pooch I had ever encountered. After this experience, I realised I was certainly not afraid of every dog in the world; much depended on the owners, and how they encouraged their pets to behave.

Fast forward 4 years; I am now 11, and the happy owner/companion of my own Pekingese, whom I called Bumble. 

Over the years, I had read the delightful books by Magdalen Eldon, starring Bumble the Peke, and it seemed right and fitting that my canine companion should share that name, too; he brought me much joy and happiness. 

We were all living in Dar-es-Salaam, and I was keen to enter Bumble in the dog show that was organised every year. I have such happy memories of that time, and a copy of the picture taken by the East African Standard photographer, that appeared in the paper the next day, is one I will treasure forever.

Fast forward a few decades, and I was inspired to write a poem about the Dar Dog Show, which I submitted it to The Daily Mail, one of our national newspapers. I was thrilled to see it published on Friday, 24th October, complete with a delightful cartoon, showing Bumble as I remember him best: bright eyed, ready for anything, and a dog full of love. He was certainly a personality dog, and we will never forget him.

In case it's a bit difficult to read my poem on the printed page, this is the typewritten version.  I hope anyone reading this blog will enjoy it!

DAR DOG SHOW

The Dar-es-Salaam Dog Show was a splendid affair

With dogs of all shapes and sizes;

As they proudly paraded with heads and tails high

The owners were eyeing the prizes

 

In the shimmering heat, with coats neatly clipped

The poodles pranced daintily round

In obedience trials, the Alsatians went miles

Ahead of any old pet from the pound.

 

There were so many classes with all sorts of breeds

Long hairs and short hairs; and then

The pedigreed Afghans, Chihuahuas and bloodhounds

Were out on the leash from their pen.

 

The East African Standard photographer wandered

through the throng of the Dog Show elite;

With a pic in the paper, a moment to savour

An extracurricular treat.

 

Our Bumble, the Peke, had élan, he had cheek

A personality dog at his best;

Perhaps not quite perfect, but he had a surfeit

Of lion dog pride in his breast.

 

As each section vied for the chance of a prize

At long last the Pekes were called on;

And solemnly wound past the judges around

Hoping a prize would be won.

 

And then the long waiting; the judges debating

We trembled with anticipation

Then in measured pronouncement, we heard the announcement

And heard our names called, with elation!

 

For a third-place rosette, for a wonderful pet!

No wonder our hearts beat so fast;

And on taking our bow, it didn't matter somehow,

There were only three dogs in the class.

A Flying Visit To Germany

A Flying Visit To Germany

It has been such a long time since I saw dear friends in Germany; the days, the weeks, the months - the years! - fly by so swiftly, and although phone calls and letters are all very well, it is so much nicer to have the chance to see lovely people face to face, and catch up properly on each other's news.

I also believe it is important to make the best of everything. If it isn't possible to enjoy a long visit with someone, even an hour or two is better than nothing, so when Wendy suggested we take a flight from London City Airport (LCY) to Frankfurt, hire a car to give us the opportunity of driving to a couple of places to see our friends, I jumped at the chance!

London City Airport is a great departure and arrivals hub; it's small and intimate, their record for punctuality is superb, and getting through security and passport control swift and easy. Another great point is that - unlike the major airports - although there is a charge for collecting passengers on arrival back home, they don't charge "dropping off" fees.

We had to get to LCY very, very early. I am such an owl, and getting up at 4.30 in the morning was a bit of a shock for me! but I managed just fine, and once in the airport, it was buzzing with life and excitement, and Wendy and I had a lovely breakfast before walking to the gate for our flight. 

The aircraft British Airways use at LCY are Embraer 190s, operated by BA City Flyer. The runway isn't long enough to accommodate bigger aircraft; Embraer planes have just one aisle, with two seats either side, and as the pilot pulls away and taxis round, getting lined up for take-off, it is all very slow and gentle. Then there is a pause, as though the plane is holding its breath, until suddenly the engines rev up, the acceleration gathers force and you go charging down the runway, swiftly gaining the speed to get airborne. 

Some people find the quick take-off unnerving, but I always think it feels a bit like a running race for Victorian ladies in long dresses: "Quick, girls, gather your skirts around you, and go faster and faster!" or cyclists pedalling away like mad, to get lift-off! 

Even though it is a short flight to Frankfurt, BA serve you a snack and a hot drink - more tea is always welcome for us! - and in no time at all we were landing at Frankfurt. Because we were on an Embraer plane, we parked some way away from the terminal, and a bus was waiting to take us to the arrivals hall. 

It felt so good to be back in Germany - I always feel it is like home from home! - and everything went brilliantly for Wendy and me. 

We collected the hire car; the gentleman on the desk was interesting, and very chatty; he told us his Mum is from Germany and his Dad is from Southend in Essex, so he comes over to England regularly to see his English family - a truly happy combination!

Wendy is so confident driving on what I call "the wrong side of the road" (oh dear! Wendy was not impressed with me! "No, mother!" she insisted, "it's just the "other side" of the road!") but of course it is right when you have a left-hand drive car. 

What a treat this visit was. We had a wonderful time seeing our lovely friends, catching up with everything we have been doing, and hoping it won't be long before we can meet up again. 

All too soon, we had to drive back to Frankfurt, and take the flight home to London. As we flew over the Thames, we could see the Dartford crossing and the A2 through Bexley; the views are spectacular, and Wendy managed to take a couple of photographs through the window.

We're all hoping it won't be long before we can make a return trip to see everyone again; but in the meantime, we carry home all their love and good wishes, and we have so many happy memories safely stored in our memory bank. 

View from the wingtip inbound over the QE2 Bridge

View of the A2 towards Bexley

 

If These Walls Could Talk ... Long Lost Hotels

If These Walls Could Talk ... Long Lost Hotels

An article about long lost hotels appeared recently in The Daily Telegraph, with information about these magnificent establishments, and the fate that befell them. After enjoying a glamorous heyday, they are now sadly crumbling into decay, their past glory long forgotten.

When I got to the section regarding the Grande Hotel in Beira, I was transported back to the time when I, too, enjoyed the delights of the romantically elegant art deco hotel - a time etched in my memory! - and I was inspired to write to the Editor, putting into words all the joy and delight the place once held for me. 

It may now have sunk to depths undreamt of in 1961 - the year when I first went there - but somehow, I am able to fly over these sad reports and just take a moment to remember how it was so long ago. In my imagination it is as beautiful as it ever was... and I can revisit it whenever I wish.  

My letter to the Editor of The Daily Telegraph:

Sir

It was very sad to be reminded of the fate of the once magnificent Grande Hotel in Beira, Mozambique (If these walls could talk: secrets of the lost hotels).

I used to live in Dar-es-Salaam in the former Tanganyika, now Tanzania, and on our trips back to England by sea, the ships used to call in at Beira, giving us lots of time to get to know it and, of course, The Grande Hotel. Our last visit was in 1961; I was a teenager, and it was such an honour to be invited to a dance in the beautiful ballroom.  

I remember especially the magnificent curving staircase, and ladies in elegant gowns ascending it, in order to pose dramatically at the top, before returning to join the dance. I did that, too, before dancing the last waltz to the melody “Auf Wiedersehen.” 

Whenever I hear that song, I recall the happy times; it’s so sad to know there is no vestige left of the Grande Hotel’s former glory, but I am so glad I was there!

Yours sincerely, Alexandra Wilde