Cecil Amor is the Founder Chairman of Bridport History Society. His background is in design, techonology and engineering, being a Fellow of the Institution of Electrical Engineers and a European Design Committee Member.
In the 17th and early 18th centuries two men lived in Bridport, apparently unrelated, but with same forename and surname. This has caused some problems for local historians who have confused the two men. The men were both named Daniel Read more »
I grew up in a small Wiltshire village and commenced school at the local Infant School and progressed to the Junior School, known as the “Top School”. Both were Church of England schools and took both sexes. The normal leaving Read more »
As a small boy I was presented with a rocking horse, a dapple grey on a firm wooden base. I may have been the wrong age, but I soon grew bored with it, as it would only go back and Read more »
Last month the Bridport Pantomime players presented the pantomime Dick Whittington at the Electric Palace, which they last performed eleven years ago. It was most enjoyable, as usual. “Oh Yes it was”—Pantomime fans will be familiar with this phrase, and Read more »
Normally I try to keep to facts and dates, but today I am venturing into myth and legend. Recently I read a novel King Arthur’s Bones, which led me along this path. Imagine the mist rising from the Somerset Levels Read more »
Wassail is an old Norse word for “Good Health”. This is the season for apple trees to be wassailed by tradition on the eve of Twelfth Night, to ensure a good crop free from disease. This took place on 4th Read more »
During the summer our daughter very kindly proposed a nostalgic trip to Wiltshire to see our original home area, so we ventured through border control. There was no difficulty, we both had Wiltshire birth certificates. We entered via Warminster, which Read more »
For some years I have attended some of the very interesting Dorset Archaeological Days. I recall one on Eggardon Hill when a heavy mist enshrouded it. The unfortunate expert was forced to point through the mist, saying “in this direction, Read more »
This is about teachers and lecturers who have influenced me. The reason for writing it now will become clear in the last paragraph. One of my schoolteachers, Mr Scruton, still remains in my memory, in that I can rehearse his Read more »
In The Trumpet – Major by Thomas Hardy this is how the local inhabitants greeted the travelling carriages of King George III and his family, escorted by a detachment of his German Legion. He was en route for Weymouth, where Read more »