AS FAR as Old Camperdown and I are concerned, Viscount Weir's annual
St Andrew's Night Banquet for the patrons of the National Galleries of
Scotland, held last Monday in the National Gallery of Scotland on
Edinburgh's Mound, is an occasion not to be missed.
We have attended these splendidly social dinners for the past three
years, and being seated at that mile-long table surrounded by all those
wonderful paintings, not to mention almost the entire sorority of one's
fellow Scottish aristocrats, is how one imagines one should spend the
rest of one's life.
The first person I spotted on arrival was Veronica Linklater, Colonel
Lyle's guitar-playing daughter, so I was looking forward to a repeat of
last year's performance when she so sweetly sang to us. Instead, the
Hon. Sir Steven Runciman, who lives near Lockerbie, made the most
interesting speech, and most amusingly compared the National Gallery to
Dame Barbara Cartland. I'm told that despite this, however, Tim
Clifford, the gallery director, is not planning to paint the gallery
walls pink.
TONIGHT Camperdown and I will once again be in the heart of
Midlothian, this time for the Victorian Christmas Ball taking place at
Parliament House in aid of the Malcolm Sargent Cancer Fund for Children.
Lady Kirkwood and Lady Cullen, both married to Court of Session Judges,
have organised the committee, so I imagine a three-line whip will have
been sent around Edinburgh's legal establishment to come and whoop it up
before Christmas.
I really have no idea what to expect. Our hostess has suggested we
wear Victorian dress, but I'm not really in the mood for a hoop or
bustle. And being Edinburgh, one doesn't want to appear too conspicuous.
Somewhere in a trunk I have a brilliant aquamarine ostrich-feather fan,
so I've decided to wear a slinky Bruce Oldfield in a matching colour
which I must have had for at least five years.
AS a child, I would often hear my grandmother talk in the most
animated fashion about somebody called Don Roberto. From what I recall,
she gave the impression that this wildly romantic-sounding individual
spent virtually all of his life on horseback, which, for me as a
teenager, sounded pure heaven.
Years later I discovered that she had been referring to Robert Bontine
Cunninghame Graham, a one-time Member of Parliament, who had lived at
Ardoch in Dunbartonshire and, in keeping with his left-wing politics,
also owned a house in London, another on the Isle of Bute, and a ranch
in Argentina.
Throughout his 84 years, Don Roberto wrote a number of the most
fascinating travel books, many of which we still have in our library,
and, eight years prior to his death in Buenos Aires in 1936, he was
elected the first president of the Scottish National Party. One can
quite understand how my grandmother, a militant supporter of the
suffragette movement, but an unashamedly sentimental old thing none the
less, came to fall under the spell of this swashbuckling Scotophile
South American cowboy.
What brings all this to mind is a charming letter from my old friend
Lady Polwarth, Don Roberto's great-niece, who lives at Harden, near
Hawick, and who has privately published the most enchanting account of
her childhood entitled Sailor's Daughter.
Jean Polwarth's father was Admiral Sir Angus Cunninghame Graham, at
one time Commander-in-Chief Scotland and Northern Ireland, and in her
book, which has prefaces by Richard Hough, the naval historian, and
Admiral Sir Julian Oswald, a former First Sea Lord, she recalls the
first 18 years of her life up to 1946 when she made her debut, as we all
did in those days, at Queen Charlotte's Ball in London.
And what an exciting young life Jean had -- travelling in her father's
cruiser to South Africa; trips to the Far East and living in Hong Kong;
recollections of shooting and stalking in Perthshire; being bombed by
the Japanese in Canton at the start of the war, and later by the
Luftwaffe in Chatham and Clydebank.
Jean's easy prose brings those unhurried days of childhood
effortlessly to life. I am astonished by her recall. For somebody whose
family moved about so much, her memories from the age of three are so
amazingly vivid. She explains in her introduction her reasons for
writing these memoirs: ''Not so much an 'ego' trip, but a means of
describing for posterity the very different world we lived in during the
1930s and 1940s.''
And it was such a different world. For better and for worse, so much
of what so many of our parents took for granted has gone forever. As a
measure of just how compelling Jean's book is, Camperdown has been
locked up in his study with it since Thursday (he reads slowly and
dislikes interruption). For my part, I must say I think it a pity that
Sailor's Daughter is not, as yet, available on general release.
Secondly, please Jean, let's now have the follow-up.
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