Hello, my name is Jane Salemson, and I am the author of this website which is the collection point of my travel blogs. My project this summer of 2016, is to gather them all from various other sites, and to put them all together on the Blog page. These are mostly records of the adventures I have had since 2000. Having travelled and lived in several countries since early childhood, I wish I had had the technology to record them all. Sadly several diaries have been lost over the years when moving around, so family and friends, if you have a recollections of anything, please pass them on so I can add them in. Thanks.
It is somewhat overwhelming getting everything in order, which makes this website definitely a work in progress.
Blogs not available at this time are 1903-1994 May Powell, 2009 UK-France-Italy, 2012 UK-Kenya-Israel and 2014 Summer in England and Italy. The others may not be totally finished, but are readable. Please don't hesitate to use the comment or anonymous survey pages if you have comments or suggestions, or would like to add photo or story that has relevance to the blog.
Everyone has a unique life, and mine has been too, having enjoyed so many adventures, prompted I'm sure, by a gene I inherited from my mother who loved to travel. Her motto could easily have been "Travel is the only thing that makes you richer" and I heartily agree. I encourage anyone who has yearnings to travel, should do so from a young age. Learning languages is a big help and the people of the country appreciate it, however awful the accent may be. Don't wait until you are old and doddery - nowadays getting around airports is a challenge to start with, and one comes across many more challenges you may not have ever dealt with if coming from a wealthy country - namely broken sidewalks, cobbled roads, road rules (or lack of) in the different countries.
My background and where I come from.
I was born in South Africa, of British parents who met in Capetown. They arrived in South Africa at different times and for different reasons. My mother who was Welsh born, was an opera singer at the Old Vic Theatre in London. After several years, she developed chest problems from the thick London smog, (smoke and fog) and was sent to South Africa to recuperate by the manager of the Old Vic, Lilian Baylis, who had many contacts there. My father, who was some years younger than my mother, was born in Lincolnshire of farm workers. Tall and very handsome, he joined the Coldstream Guards, and when WWII began, was deployed to Palestine, India and eventually to the North African battlefield, where he was wounded. As England was in dire straits regarding food and medical care, many of their wounded were sent to South Africa for care and recuperation, and he was one of them. The soldiers were met on the boats by the SAWAS, the South African Women's Auxiliary, of which my mother was a member. They arranged outings and social events for the men who were recuperating, taking them on sightseeing trips, matching up similar interests for compatibility. http://ivormarkman.wix.com/photojournalism#!south-african-womens-auxiliary-services/c2488 It’s possible my father listed singing in his village church choir, so my mother thought they would have music in common. That's how they met. After Dad had recovered in Capetown from his war wounds, he had applied to enter the South African Air Force, as he no longer could be a foot soldier, and was sent to George, near Knysna, on the famed Garden Route, where the training base of the South African Air Force was established. Eventually they got married and I was born in George.
My earliest memories of travelling was when I was around the age or 3 or 4 when we drove from Johannesburg to Capetown for a holiday, a distance of about 868.5 miles or 1,397.7 km. We stayed in a little cottage in Hermanus, a seaside village on the Indian Ocean, to the east of Capetown. It must have been around Easter when we drove down, as the mother of my friend who had come to keep me company, had made little stuffed rabbits for us both, although the photo shows a bear. Memories! I recollect my friend being blonde like me though. We had also been given some chocolate, perhaps chocolate Easter eggs. I greedily ate mine quickly, and it was soon all gone, but my friend saved hers, only taking small bites at a time. I watched her with drooling envy as she carefully portioned out her ration to make it last for a long time. It was quite a lesson in self-discipline. The drive was long, and we camped overnight in the bush. Memories of Hermanus were my father grilling freshly caught fish on the rocks, and my brother John, making chicken clucking noises and producing an egg. We thought that was the funniest thing ever, and begged him to do it over and over.
My first sea journey to England was with my mother in 1952, on a Union Castle ship, the Capetown Castle. The Union Castle Line had many ships, passenger as well as freight, and they plied their way up and down the West African coast from Capetown to Southampton or Tilbury in England. These were thrilling ships for a child to be on. Remember, for many years they were the only way for the colonials in the British protectorates and other colonies, to get "home " to England for a much needed break, or for many children, to get to and from school in England from their colonial homes in South Africa, Kenya, the Rhodesias, and other far-flung places. I was not one of these colonial children; we were townies who lived in the suburbs, and I went to a regular school. Colonial children's parents were often farming way out in the bush and it wasn't always safe for the children, so they were sent back to family in England for their education.
To this day I can see in my mind the ship and feel the excitement of running along the passages to get to our cabin. It was pure heaven for children.There was so much to explore and with constant perfect weather, we could be outside all day on the decks. I loved watching the waves far below, seeing the different colors of the water changing as it bounced from the sides of the ship, from dark greens fading to pale greens, and then to white spray as the prow of the ship pushed through the ocean waves. We had our own children's area supervised by nannies who kept us occupied for hours, playing deck games, such as shuffleboard, running races and swimming in the ship's canvas pool. The highlight of the voyage of course, was the event of "crossing the Equator" For those who had not crossed the Equator before, there was the initiation ceremony, an hilariously crazy event in the pool with Neptune presiding over the dunkings and carry-ons.
In spite of these wonderful Union Castle voyages, my mother hankered after something new, and on another visit to England in 1954, we went along the East Coast of Africa on an Italian ship, the m/v Europa of the Lloyd Triestino line. More gorgeous weather on the Indian Ocean, oh, the color of the sea, again imprinted in my mind, not only on this voyage but 3 years ago, seeing it again, this time from the island of Lamu in Kenya with my son and granddaughter. On our way around the East Coast, we stopped at Dar Es Salaam, Mombasa, Mogadishu, Aden, and went through the Suez Canal with the green fields on one bank and the sand dunes of the desert on the other side. Inconceivable these days, but thrilling in those days! Then came Port Said, Brindisi and finally Venice where we disembarked.Unforgettable memories of St. Mark's square, glass blowing and the extravagance of staying in a hotel! Today,I am writing this memoir which includes another story of Venice, this time with my son and granddaughter. Keep reading!
After the Lloyd Triestino East Africa voyage, we settled for a time in England. Sadly, my parents' marriage had broken up, and my mother and I went to live in Cornwall, the furthest county of the South West and the warmest. Here my love of England was instilled in my heart after my initial visit in 1952, and when I stayed with my paternal grandmother and family in Lincolnshire.
In Cornwall we lived in various places - the Lizard, Penzance, and mostly St. Ives. Here were all the artsy people, painters and sculptors, including Barbara Hepworth and potter Bernard Leach, bringing a vibrant and stimulating life to a sleepy little Cornish fishing village. It also had beautiful beaches and visions of swimming and messing about in boats are imprinted in my memory.
After a few years, my mother felt I needed a broader education, and in 1957 sent me to a convent school just outside Paris. It was a weekly boarding school, going home on Saturday afternoons, returning on Monday mornings. Over the weekends I stayed with the sister of one of Mum's South African friends. Evelyn was married to a sea captain who was away for long periods. They had a daughter my age which was nice companionship for me, especially as Marguerite spoke English as well as her native French. The one negative was on Monday mornings, especially in the winter. To this day I can't abide anyone switching on the overhead light on a very early cold dark morning. It reminds me of having to get out of a cosy bed and getting to the Gare du Nord to catch the train to school. Apart from that, after the initial bouts of homesickness and as I began to learn French, I enjoyed it very much.
After 6 months of French education, Mum decided a warmer climate would be good for us, so we decamped to Palma de Mallorca, the largest of the Spanish Balearic Islands. A new language to learn but easier after having learnt French. I went to a convent school not far from our apartment, where there was an American girl my age, so it was nice to speak English sometimes.Two and a half years later, in 1960, Mum went off to the Bahamas to marry Gordon, my American stepfather whom she had met in Palma. I stayed with the American girl and her family during the school year, but at the beginning of the summer holidays, I left Palma to visit my father in South Africa. He had remarried, and eventually would have a family of three boys. After a few months in Johannesburg, Mum came to fetch me and we went to Wales for a family Christmas. In early January 1961, we crossed the Atlantic on the Cunard Queen Mary ship to New York. Hardly any memories of that voyage, as I was very seasick the whole time. Note to all - do not cross the Atlantic by sea in the winter. It's bad enough by plane.
In freezing winter weather (after South Africa's summer) we went to Cleveland, Ohio, where Gordon had a house, and I was enrolled in my first non-private school. So far I had been in schools with around one to two hundred students, sometimes fewer. Cleveland Heights High School had three thousand. I lasted 6 months, actually loving the camaraderie and social life of teenage friends, but in finding the love of my musical life which my mother recognized, and who went to a great deal of effort to nurture it, she sent me to England. I am forever in debt to her, the USA and Cleveland Heights High School for having an orchestral program which introduced me to the cello.
Mum had chosen Dartington College of Arts in Devon, England for my beginning musical education. It was the best thing she had ever done for me, and was the perfect place. I was devastated when my two-year Foundation course ended, and I had to leave to attend the Guildhall School of Music and Drama in London. Somehow, after a difficult few months of missing Dartington, I survived, and eventually began to realize what another gift I had been given, although to this day I know I should have had more time at Dartington, and in doing so would have appreciated London and the Guildhall more.
After graduation from the Guildhall I won an audition with the Haifa Symphony in Israel and moved to a flat on Mount Carmel with another English girl, a flautist from Yorkshire.
Three years later, with an American husband and new baby boy, family life led us to the US where we lived mostly in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. A sojourn to England in 1983 with my two sons to give them some English education and a broader outlook on the world, was a very positive experience, and revived my passion for adventure.
It is somewhat overwhelming getting everything in order, which makes this website definitely a work in progress.
Blogs not available at this time are 1903-1994 May Powell, 2009 UK-France-Italy, 2012 UK-Kenya-Israel and 2014 Summer in England and Italy. The others may not be totally finished, but are readable. Please don't hesitate to use the comment or anonymous survey pages if you have comments or suggestions, or would like to add photo or story that has relevance to the blog.
Everyone has a unique life, and mine has been too, having enjoyed so many adventures, prompted I'm sure, by a gene I inherited from my mother who loved to travel. Her motto could easily have been "Travel is the only thing that makes you richer" and I heartily agree. I encourage anyone who has yearnings to travel, should do so from a young age. Learning languages is a big help and the people of the country appreciate it, however awful the accent may be. Don't wait until you are old and doddery - nowadays getting around airports is a challenge to start with, and one comes across many more challenges you may not have ever dealt with if coming from a wealthy country - namely broken sidewalks, cobbled roads, road rules (or lack of) in the different countries.
My background and where I come from.
I was born in South Africa, of British parents who met in Capetown. They arrived in South Africa at different times and for different reasons. My mother who was Welsh born, was an opera singer at the Old Vic Theatre in London. After several years, she developed chest problems from the thick London smog, (smoke and fog) and was sent to South Africa to recuperate by the manager of the Old Vic, Lilian Baylis, who had many contacts there. My father, who was some years younger than my mother, was born in Lincolnshire of farm workers. Tall and very handsome, he joined the Coldstream Guards, and when WWII began, was deployed to Palestine, India and eventually to the North African battlefield, where he was wounded. As England was in dire straits regarding food and medical care, many of their wounded were sent to South Africa for care and recuperation, and he was one of them. The soldiers were met on the boats by the SAWAS, the South African Women's Auxiliary, of which my mother was a member. They arranged outings and social events for the men who were recuperating, taking them on sightseeing trips, matching up similar interests for compatibility. http://ivormarkman.wix.com/photojournalism#!south-african-womens-auxiliary-services/c2488 It’s possible my father listed singing in his village church choir, so my mother thought they would have music in common. That's how they met. After Dad had recovered in Capetown from his war wounds, he had applied to enter the South African Air Force, as he no longer could be a foot soldier, and was sent to George, near Knysna, on the famed Garden Route, where the training base of the South African Air Force was established. Eventually they got married and I was born in George.
My earliest memories of travelling was when I was around the age or 3 or 4 when we drove from Johannesburg to Capetown for a holiday, a distance of about 868.5 miles or 1,397.7 km. We stayed in a little cottage in Hermanus, a seaside village on the Indian Ocean, to the east of Capetown. It must have been around Easter when we drove down, as the mother of my friend who had come to keep me company, had made little stuffed rabbits for us both, although the photo shows a bear. Memories! I recollect my friend being blonde like me though. We had also been given some chocolate, perhaps chocolate Easter eggs. I greedily ate mine quickly, and it was soon all gone, but my friend saved hers, only taking small bites at a time. I watched her with drooling envy as she carefully portioned out her ration to make it last for a long time. It was quite a lesson in self-discipline. The drive was long, and we camped overnight in the bush. Memories of Hermanus were my father grilling freshly caught fish on the rocks, and my brother John, making chicken clucking noises and producing an egg. We thought that was the funniest thing ever, and begged him to do it over and over.
My first sea journey to England was with my mother in 1952, on a Union Castle ship, the Capetown Castle. The Union Castle Line had many ships, passenger as well as freight, and they plied their way up and down the West African coast from Capetown to Southampton or Tilbury in England. These were thrilling ships for a child to be on. Remember, for many years they were the only way for the colonials in the British protectorates and other colonies, to get "home " to England for a much needed break, or for many children, to get to and from school in England from their colonial homes in South Africa, Kenya, the Rhodesias, and other far-flung places. I was not one of these colonial children; we were townies who lived in the suburbs, and I went to a regular school. Colonial children's parents were often farming way out in the bush and it wasn't always safe for the children, so they were sent back to family in England for their education.
To this day I can see in my mind the ship and feel the excitement of running along the passages to get to our cabin. It was pure heaven for children.There was so much to explore and with constant perfect weather, we could be outside all day on the decks. I loved watching the waves far below, seeing the different colors of the water changing as it bounced from the sides of the ship, from dark greens fading to pale greens, and then to white spray as the prow of the ship pushed through the ocean waves. We had our own children's area supervised by nannies who kept us occupied for hours, playing deck games, such as shuffleboard, running races and swimming in the ship's canvas pool. The highlight of the voyage of course, was the event of "crossing the Equator" For those who had not crossed the Equator before, there was the initiation ceremony, an hilariously crazy event in the pool with Neptune presiding over the dunkings and carry-ons.
In spite of these wonderful Union Castle voyages, my mother hankered after something new, and on another visit to England in 1954, we went along the East Coast of Africa on an Italian ship, the m/v Europa of the Lloyd Triestino line. More gorgeous weather on the Indian Ocean, oh, the color of the sea, again imprinted in my mind, not only on this voyage but 3 years ago, seeing it again, this time from the island of Lamu in Kenya with my son and granddaughter. On our way around the East Coast, we stopped at Dar Es Salaam, Mombasa, Mogadishu, Aden, and went through the Suez Canal with the green fields on one bank and the sand dunes of the desert on the other side. Inconceivable these days, but thrilling in those days! Then came Port Said, Brindisi and finally Venice where we disembarked.Unforgettable memories of St. Mark's square, glass blowing and the extravagance of staying in a hotel! Today,I am writing this memoir which includes another story of Venice, this time with my son and granddaughter. Keep reading!
After the Lloyd Triestino East Africa voyage, we settled for a time in England. Sadly, my parents' marriage had broken up, and my mother and I went to live in Cornwall, the furthest county of the South West and the warmest. Here my love of England was instilled in my heart after my initial visit in 1952, and when I stayed with my paternal grandmother and family in Lincolnshire.
In Cornwall we lived in various places - the Lizard, Penzance, and mostly St. Ives. Here were all the artsy people, painters and sculptors, including Barbara Hepworth and potter Bernard Leach, bringing a vibrant and stimulating life to a sleepy little Cornish fishing village. It also had beautiful beaches and visions of swimming and messing about in boats are imprinted in my memory.
After a few years, my mother felt I needed a broader education, and in 1957 sent me to a convent school just outside Paris. It was a weekly boarding school, going home on Saturday afternoons, returning on Monday mornings. Over the weekends I stayed with the sister of one of Mum's South African friends. Evelyn was married to a sea captain who was away for long periods. They had a daughter my age which was nice companionship for me, especially as Marguerite spoke English as well as her native French. The one negative was on Monday mornings, especially in the winter. To this day I can't abide anyone switching on the overhead light on a very early cold dark morning. It reminds me of having to get out of a cosy bed and getting to the Gare du Nord to catch the train to school. Apart from that, after the initial bouts of homesickness and as I began to learn French, I enjoyed it very much.
After 6 months of French education, Mum decided a warmer climate would be good for us, so we decamped to Palma de Mallorca, the largest of the Spanish Balearic Islands. A new language to learn but easier after having learnt French. I went to a convent school not far from our apartment, where there was an American girl my age, so it was nice to speak English sometimes.Two and a half years later, in 1960, Mum went off to the Bahamas to marry Gordon, my American stepfather whom she had met in Palma. I stayed with the American girl and her family during the school year, but at the beginning of the summer holidays, I left Palma to visit my father in South Africa. He had remarried, and eventually would have a family of three boys. After a few months in Johannesburg, Mum came to fetch me and we went to Wales for a family Christmas. In early January 1961, we crossed the Atlantic on the Cunard Queen Mary ship to New York. Hardly any memories of that voyage, as I was very seasick the whole time. Note to all - do not cross the Atlantic by sea in the winter. It's bad enough by plane.
In freezing winter weather (after South Africa's summer) we went to Cleveland, Ohio, where Gordon had a house, and I was enrolled in my first non-private school. So far I had been in schools with around one to two hundred students, sometimes fewer. Cleveland Heights High School had three thousand. I lasted 6 months, actually loving the camaraderie and social life of teenage friends, but in finding the love of my musical life which my mother recognized, and who went to a great deal of effort to nurture it, she sent me to England. I am forever in debt to her, the USA and Cleveland Heights High School for having an orchestral program which introduced me to the cello.
Mum had chosen Dartington College of Arts in Devon, England for my beginning musical education. It was the best thing she had ever done for me, and was the perfect place. I was devastated when my two-year Foundation course ended, and I had to leave to attend the Guildhall School of Music and Drama in London. Somehow, after a difficult few months of missing Dartington, I survived, and eventually began to realize what another gift I had been given, although to this day I know I should have had more time at Dartington, and in doing so would have appreciated London and the Guildhall more.
After graduation from the Guildhall I won an audition with the Haifa Symphony in Israel and moved to a flat on Mount Carmel with another English girl, a flautist from Yorkshire.
Three years later, with an American husband and new baby boy, family life led us to the US where we lived mostly in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. A sojourn to England in 1983 with my two sons to give them some English education and a broader outlook on the world, was a very positive experience, and revived my passion for adventure.
Some photos of people, places and transportation in my life
INDEX
CHAPTER 1 - September 2014 - Raleigh - London Heathrow - Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
CHAPTER 2 - October 2014 - Salisbury- London - Highbury, Hampton Court -
Salisbury, Concert in St. Thomas' with the Salisbury Sinfonia,
Concert in the Cathedral with the Canadian National Arts Centre Orchestra,
Pinchas Zukerman, Conductor and violin soloist with cellist Amanda Forsyth.
CHAPTER 3 - November 2014 - Salisbury - Crowle, Lincolnshire, Salisbury - Alderholt - London -
Poppy Tribute at the Tower of London - Rome for Thanksgiving, Hilliard concert. London.
CHAPTER 4 - December 2014 - Bickton, Christmas and carol concerts -
London, Hilliard Farewell Concert -
Rome for Christmas, Nutcracker Ballet at the Opera.
CHAPTER 5 - January 2015 - Rome, Ostia Antica, Pitiliagno, Siena, Florence, Cremona - London, Vic
Wells Party - Bickton - Fordingbridge movie "Ida" - Salisbury Cathedral Lecture and
Evensong, Playhouse "3 Men in a Boat"- Bickton
CHAPTER 6 - February 2015 - Bickton - Salisbury, Playhouse "84 Charing Cross Road"
London, concert by the Twelve Cellos ofthe Berlin Philharmonic -
Bath Abbey, Somerset, concert by the Gabrieli Consort and Players.
CHAPTER 7 - March 2015 - Salisbury - Fordingbridge Museum Open House,
Playhouse "Posh", Salisbury Symphony Concert,
City Hall - Romney, Hampshire , Mottisfont Abbey,
Romney Abbey - Bach's St. Matthew Passion - Salisbury.
CHAPTER 8 - April 2015 -Salisbury - Fordingbridge, Somerly House Craft Fair - Salisbury Old Sarum Airfield - Amesbury,History Centre - London - Birmingham, Ancestry.com convention - Hereford - Presteigne -Shropshire, Stokesay Castle, the National Museum of British Popular Culture - Salisbury - London -St. George's Day in Trafalgar Square,
National Portrait Gallery exhibition of John Singer Sargent,
Vic Well's Shakespeare's Birthday Party -
Rome, Chagall exhibition, "Aida" at the Rome Opera, "Bellissimi" exhibition at the
Maxxi Gallery, Exhibition of Watercolors and Photographs of the 1800s by
Ettore Roester Franz, Museum of Rome in Trastavere.
CHAPTER 9 May 2015 Rome, "the Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel", Busker Festival for Emergency,
Keats-Shelley House, Pantheon, Palazzo Farnese (the French Embassy)
- London - Salisbury - Somerset -
Badminton Horse Trials - Salisbury, St. Thomas' Church, Salisbury Sinfonia Concert,
Cathedral, Lecture on the 800th Anniversary of the signing of the Magna Carta,
Downton - Open house by Hatmaker to the stars and you know who.
Open garden scheme, Ark Farm near Old Wardour Castle.
CHAPTER 10 June 2015 THE SALISBURY FESTIVAL May 22-June 6
CHAPTER 11 June 2105 Salisbury - Chapel Hill, NC, USA - London Heathrow - Salisbury -
Winterslow String trios with friends,
Templecombe, Somerset, viol playing with friends -
Cerne Abbott, Dorset, Open Gardens
Rome - British Commission of War Graves and the Commonwealth Cemetery,
the Non-CatholicCemetery (also known as the Protestant Cemetery),
Caracalla Baths - Rome Opera Ballet performance with music by Mahler and selections from Pink Floyd's album "The Dark side of the Moon". - Milan.
CHAPTER 12 July 2015 Milan - Venice - Rome - Budapest - London - Salisbury Museum, Turner exhibition, Heathrow - Raleigh. THE END.
CHAPTER 1 - September 2014 - Raleigh - London Heathrow - Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
CHAPTER 2 - October 2014 - Salisbury- London - Highbury, Hampton Court -
Salisbury, Concert in St. Thomas' with the Salisbury Sinfonia,
Concert in the Cathedral with the Canadian National Arts Centre Orchestra,
Pinchas Zukerman, Conductor and violin soloist with cellist Amanda Forsyth.
CHAPTER 3 - November 2014 - Salisbury - Crowle, Lincolnshire, Salisbury - Alderholt - London -
Poppy Tribute at the Tower of London - Rome for Thanksgiving, Hilliard concert. London.
CHAPTER 4 - December 2014 - Bickton, Christmas and carol concerts -
London, Hilliard Farewell Concert -
Rome for Christmas, Nutcracker Ballet at the Opera.
CHAPTER 5 - January 2015 - Rome, Ostia Antica, Pitiliagno, Siena, Florence, Cremona - London, Vic
Wells Party - Bickton - Fordingbridge movie "Ida" - Salisbury Cathedral Lecture and
Evensong, Playhouse "3 Men in a Boat"- Bickton
CHAPTER 6 - February 2015 - Bickton - Salisbury, Playhouse "84 Charing Cross Road"
London, concert by the Twelve Cellos ofthe Berlin Philharmonic -
Bath Abbey, Somerset, concert by the Gabrieli Consort and Players.
CHAPTER 7 - March 2015 - Salisbury - Fordingbridge Museum Open House,
Playhouse "Posh", Salisbury Symphony Concert,
City Hall - Romney, Hampshire , Mottisfont Abbey,
Romney Abbey - Bach's St. Matthew Passion - Salisbury.
CHAPTER 8 - April 2015 -Salisbury - Fordingbridge, Somerly House Craft Fair - Salisbury Old Sarum Airfield - Amesbury,History Centre - London - Birmingham, Ancestry.com convention - Hereford - Presteigne -Shropshire, Stokesay Castle, the National Museum of British Popular Culture - Salisbury - London -St. George's Day in Trafalgar Square,
National Portrait Gallery exhibition of John Singer Sargent,
Vic Well's Shakespeare's Birthday Party -
Rome, Chagall exhibition, "Aida" at the Rome Opera, "Bellissimi" exhibition at the
Maxxi Gallery, Exhibition of Watercolors and Photographs of the 1800s by
Ettore Roester Franz, Museum of Rome in Trastavere.
CHAPTER 9 May 2015 Rome, "the Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel", Busker Festival for Emergency,
Keats-Shelley House, Pantheon, Palazzo Farnese (the French Embassy)
- London - Salisbury - Somerset -
Badminton Horse Trials - Salisbury, St. Thomas' Church, Salisbury Sinfonia Concert,
Cathedral, Lecture on the 800th Anniversary of the signing of the Magna Carta,
Downton - Open house by Hatmaker to the stars and you know who.
Open garden scheme, Ark Farm near Old Wardour Castle.
CHAPTER 10 June 2015 THE SALISBURY FESTIVAL May 22-June 6
CHAPTER 11 June 2105 Salisbury - Chapel Hill, NC, USA - London Heathrow - Salisbury -
Winterslow String trios with friends,
Templecombe, Somerset, viol playing with friends -
Cerne Abbott, Dorset, Open Gardens
Rome - British Commission of War Graves and the Commonwealth Cemetery,
the Non-CatholicCemetery (also known as the Protestant Cemetery),
Caracalla Baths - Rome Opera Ballet performance with music by Mahler and selections from Pink Floyd's album "The Dark side of the Moon". - Milan.
CHAPTER 12 July 2015 Milan - Venice - Rome - Budapest - London - Salisbury Museum, Turner exhibition, Heathrow - Raleigh. THE END.
Copyright 2015 Jane H. Salemson