Trailer for new novel – Dead Man’s Hill

I always find working with young people an uplifting experience.  So much is asked about what the future has in store for us in this mad world that we live in. But when I get to meet youngsters for the first time, I am invariably impressed and think to myself, “well, if they are our future we have nothing to fear.”
So it was when I found the latest stars for the trailer I am working on to promote my new novel Dead Man’s Hill.  I auditioned upwards of thirty young hopefuls and these two young ladies were just what I wanted for the opening scenes of the video.  The book commences with a delayed start, if you like. It tells of an old Yorkshire legend at a place called Dead Man’s Hill in Coverdale.  Not far from there is a weird rock formation that the locals have named Jenny Twigg and her Daughter Tib, and they have made a rhyme up about it.  Jenny Twigg and her daughter are meant to be the perpetrators of the sinister murder of three Scots pedlars.  Their headless corpses were found, but to this date no-one has ever been able to locate the heads.  Brrrr, the thought of it still puts a shiver through my spine.
And that’s where the young girls came in.  They were providing the voiceovers for the poem attributed to this legend which goes:

Jenny Twigg, Jenny Twigg
Jenny Twigg and her daughter Tib,

Jenny Twigg, Jenny Twigg,
Jenny Twigg and her black cat Gibbe.

It already sounds very spooky and by the time we get to put the special effects in, I reckon I will have an attention grabber.

Sounds a bit convoluted, but this start in the book provides a link between Dead Man’s Hill in Yorkshire and Branxton Ridge, the hill in Northumberland where poor King James IV met his grisly end; the last British monarch to die in the field of battle.

We have a long way to go yet before the video trailer is complete but I am hoping to have it ready for when the book is launched this summer, and I’m confident it will not disappoint.

Magnificent Mandeville

Mandeville: A novel of the Wars of the Roses by Christopher Rae

As the world best selling author Bernard Cornwell said, the job of a writer of historical fiction “is not to educate the reader on the finer points of Elizabethan diplomacy or Napoleonic warfare or villainous terrorist plots, your job is to divert and amuse people who have had a hard day at work……your job is not to be a historian but a storyteller.”  Mr. Rae hits the nail bang on the head with a racy plot set against the backdrop of the dramatic Wars of the Roses.  The hero John Mandeville, bent on revenge for the murder of his wife, embarks on a perilous journey to trace her killers.  Little does he know what a hornet’s nest he is about to stirr up, with far-reaching implications for the security of the kingdom.  There are some entertaining vignettes from real historical characters in the novel and whilst we only see the Earl of Warwick from afar, there is a nice twist to his character which leaves the reader aghast.
So, this e-book is a real old-fashioned page-turner that you simply have to download.

Fortress Cornwell

THE FORT. Author: Bernard Cornwell

Some bestselling authors, turned and roasted on the spit of deadlines and commercialism, produce formulaic and cliched work, to the extent that you can almost write the plot and guess the dialogue yourself.  Not so, Bernard Cornwell.  Remove the authors name from the book cover, and you may be forgiven for thinking that the work was not written by him.  The only constant identifiable thread is that this is a damn good piece of historical writing, thoroughly researched.
There is no great pre-amble to this little known episode of the American Revolutionary encounter at Fort George in the unpronouncable Majabigwaduce Peninsula in Massachusetts, but within a few pages we are straight into the conflict and one wonders how he can keep the ante going for 490 pages.  But keep it going he does, in this real page-turner of a book that you will have difficulty putting down, so, be warned.
The story revolves around a community that is ostensibly loyal to British rule but does have a few Revolutionary sympathisers.  The British Brigadier-General, Francis MacLean, supported by the raw but talented Lieutenant John Moore provide the real drive to the storyline whilst the Americans come across as enthusiastic but shambolic, save a few exceptions.  Cornwell includes the iconic Colonel Paul Revere in the story but gradually debunks the popular myth, generally held by many, and gradually reveals him to be a largely untalented, arrogant an unlikeable character.
Whilst a resounding British victory makes no material difference to the outcome of the American Revolution, in the epilogue Cornwell points out that the loss of the thirteen British colonies was more down to French assistance on a grand scale, rather than any particular prowess on the part of the Americans.  I am sure this will create consternation with many of my American cousins, if ever they stumble across this.
In summary, a book you can actually lose yourself in and forget about the worries of the world for a while.  Thoroughly recommended.

 

Bluff and double bluff

PERKIN – A Story of Deception.   Author: Ann Wroe

In terms of an academic piece of historical research this work cannot be faulted.  The thing that left me somewhat disappointed after reading 473 pages was that I was none the wiser as to whether young Perkin was real or fake.  It was a bit like reading a Sherlock Holmes novel and finishing the final chapter without understanding who the perpetrator of the crime was.
This does not detract from a very well researched book with lots of reference to original sources.  Ann Wroe really gets into the mind of Henry Tudor and we see how he operates; paranoia about the threat that Perkin poses, yes, but also how cautious and canny he is about his ensnarement and downfall.  It’s amazing to think how much trouble a commoner caused a king.
My main purpose in buying the book was to understand the role that Sir Robert Clifford played in this plot and in that, the author goes into great detail.  The only observation I would make is that she falls into the trap of many historians, and misunderstands why he was prepared to be implicated and then reconciled. The answer is quite simple, Clifford wanted to wreak revenge on his family’s sworn enemy, Sir William Stanley, and he brings about his downfall in a dramatic and masterful fashion.
In my opinion, for what it is worth, I think Perkin was the son of a Flemish boatman and not the long-lost Richard, Duke of York.  But whoever he was, he certainly caused many a sleepless night for the newly crowned Tudor monarch, and Ann Wroe conveys that with aplomb.

Skipton Castle holds out during the Civil War: 1642 – 1645

Today I filmed a short piece with the BBC’s Amy Garcia on
Skipton Castle’s role as a Royalist stronghold during the Civil War.  The programme aims to follow the River Aire from its source in Malham, down to Ferrybridge, covering some important landmarks on the way, Skipton Castle undoubtedly being one of these.

Skipton Castle is the ancestral home of the Cliffords – great builders of fortresses, designed to protect Northern England  against the Scots. Skipton, Appleby, Brougham, Brough, Pendragon were castles held by the Cliffords in a strong defensive line.

The Cliffords were a very warlike family.  They first came to Yorkshire in 1310, and in 1314, Robert the first Lord of Skipton died at the Battle of Bannockburn – the
Cliffords rarely died in their beds.  The fourth Lord Clifford fought at Crecy and they were leading supporters of the Lancastrian cause during the Wars of the Roses, Thomas the 8th Lord died at the first battle of St. Albans and his son John, died in a skirmish at Dintingdale on the eve of the Battle of Towton.  His son Henry, also known as The Shepherd Lord, was a commander at the Battle of Flodden where the Northern English army inflicted a massive defeat on the Scots and he brought home as a trophy, 3 of King James IV famous 7 sister guns; big brass culverins that fired 19 pound shot.  These guns were to play a vital role in the defence of the castle during the Civil War.

By the time we get to the Civil War, the Henry Clifford that was in the possession of the castle then was 15th Lord Clifford and 5th Earl of Cumberland. He was not perhaps as warlike as his ancestors but he was a very good administrator. He used his money and power to fortify the Royalist strongholds and supply horses, fodder, lead and coal for the King’s men. Skipton Castle was strategically important as it was the gateway to the Aire Gap across to Lancashire, Westmorland and Cumberland where there were more Royalist forces and also to collect much needed revenue from the Clifford Estates.  The King’s men also used the castle for lightning strike raids to harry and inconvenience the Parliamentarian Forces resident in Yorkshire, mainly around the textile towns.  The castle held open a frontier line of communication. Whilst Clifford was initially appointed General of the Royalist Forces in Yorkshire, he relinquished this title to the Earl of Newcastle in
December 1642 after some serious skirmishing in and around Skipton.  Sir John Mallory was made commander of Skipton; he was Earl Henry’s choice and the Earl still took practical command during Mallory’s absences, although he left the castle in 1643 on the death of his daughter. (He died in York soon after and was buried in Skipton).

The castle was an almost impregnable fortress.  For its defences it had 12’ thick walls and Eller Beck at the rear provided sheer cliff walls to impede attack. The front
of the castle was built on solid bedrock so it can’t be mined to weaken the castle walls.  There was a much bigger curtain wall then and it was packed with earth to absorb the impact of artillery.  The Cavaliers raised platforms on which the guns could be mounted and occupied the adjacent Holy Trinity Church as part of their defences.

But the Royalists were fighting a losing battle and their castles fell one by one.  The last two remaining were Skipton and Bolton.  When Pontefract Castle fell in July 1645, General Poyntz, the Parliamentarian Commander in Yorkshire, turned his attention to Skipton.  However, despite the ascendancy of the Parliamentarians, he was not without his problems.  He was short of men, the men he had under him had not been paid and were threatening to mutiny and crucially, he did not have
enough siege weapons.  A small munitions force from Appleby did try and come to the General’s aid but Skipton’s commander John Mallory despatched a mounted force to intercept and inflict severe casualties on them.  He advanced on the town and the Royalists withdrew to their defensive barriers in the castle and church.  Some townsfolk went to the aid of the Skipton garrison whilst others surrendered. Poyntz offered Mallory terms, but these were refused.  He knew he would need a siege train if he was to batter the castle in submission but he had to write off to the Parliamentarian Committee at York for this.  He managed to cut off the external water supply to the castle, leaving only a small well, but in this part of the Dales we are seldom short of rain and this was collected on the lead roof of the castle (a quarter of an acre).  Meanwhile, some of Poyntz’s cavalry mutinied because they had still not received the pay they were promised and the General felt he was in as much danger from his own men as the Royalist defenders.

Evens out of the County, conspired to confound the unfortunate General Poyntz when King Charles I reached the large Royalist stronghold garrison at Newark and it looked like he was preparing to advance on Yorkshire.  Poyntz was recalled to stop Charles moving North and the first siege was over, after only 2 weeks.

Crucially, this allowed the Craven men to gather in the harvest and prepare for another siege.  When Sandal Castle fell on 1st October, only Skipton and Bolton castles held for the King. The Parliamentarians wanted their Yorkshire army to go into the Midlands to defeat what was left of the King’s Forces but they could not really do this until the two Royalist strongholds had fallen.  They decided to open negotiations with Mallory to discuss terms for surrender.  There was a meeting on 8th
November, where Mallory sent representatives but his terms were not accepted.  This time, the Parliamentarians sent Colonel Richard Thornton to Skipton with 2,000 cavalry and 2,000 foot soldiers.  He was close to the town on 18th November and by this time Bolton Castle had already surrendered (6th November) so Skipton castle stood alone.

Thornton’s first move was to capture the town but this time Mallory’s men did not withdraw to the castle and held on for three days of fierce fighting before falling back to the defences.  Thornton called for the siege train from York but this took a while to get there due to the wet weather.  He started a heavy bombardment of the castle which must have been terrifying for the defenders.  Nevertheless, they staunchly held out until favourable terms for an honourable surrender were reached on 21st December 1645.

Lady Anne Clifford, in defiance to Oliver Cromwell, had the castle repaired but the famous Seven Sisters guns from Flodden were confiscated by him, and in a spiteful act of petulance, he sold them to a scrap dealer in Wigan. What a vandal.

Picture courtesy of Rae Tan

Research Grants

Image © Riikka Nikko, Finland

I always think that the best job in life is one where you get paid for what you like doing.  If there are any history enthusiasts out there, here is your chance to earn hard cash whether you are studying for a higher degree or are just madly keen about history. There are two awards.
The first is the “Richard III Foundation Scholarship for Medieval Studies” open to graduate students and those researching doctorates.  Past recipients include David Santiuste whose work has been featured on this blog before, so if you apply, you know you are in esteemed company.
The second is the “John Davey Research Grant for Medieval Studies”open to local historians ane independent scholars.

It’s the second one that interests me most. When it comes to history, the awards and accolades are usually reserved for the professional scholar, and deservedly so. But it is impossible for the professional academics to know absolutely everything, so recourse is sometimes taken to the local historian, who provides a valuable contribution to unlocking the secrets of the past. The late John Davey, who this award is named after, was a keen local historian, giving selflessly of his time and talents, so that we have a better understanding of the events and life of the people who came before us. It’s this type of person who The Richard III Foundation  is seeking to recognize with this new programme.
History is not so much, knowing all the answers, as asking all the right questions. This is where local historians come into their own – compiling a history of a nearby village or delving into dusty archives to produce a gem of forgotten information. They are an extra pair of hands that help quench our thirst for understanding the truth. Our lives are enriched by the dedicated work of these well-informed enthusiasts. There are many people living in villages and towns who have uncovered vital information on a person, place or event that played a role in the life and times of Richard III.

So what are you waiting for?  You’ll find out how to apply by sending an e-mail to: R3FoundationScholarship@yahoo.com

Flodden, then and now

You will never learn all there is to know about battles by sticking your head in a book; you need to get out there and see the battlefield for yourself.  The high bluffs, the snaking rivers and seemingly impassable fords.  The lie of the land, the boggy marsh and the exact spot where the doomed heroes fell and the victors claimed their spoils.

There is one step better though and that’s walking the terrain with an expert guide; precisely what happens when you put the Flodden DVD into your player and click the “OK” button.

Clive Hallam-Baker takes you on a shadowy journey into the past, against a backdrop of scenery that has hardly changed since that fateful day on 9th September 1513 when brave men fought hand to hand and fourteen thousand died in the space of a few hours, at the Battle of Flodden field.

Amazing cinematography and a great soundtrack help set the scene for a fascinating encounter between two old foes.  King James IV of Scotland is caught on the
horns of a dilemma.  Does he obey the treaty of Perpetual Peace with his English neighbours, or is the pull of the Auld Alliance with France too strong when his brother-in-law Henry VIII attacks the French kingdom?  Hallam-Baker really captures the mood of the time when he tells of the English king’s parting shot to the Earl off Surrey, “trust not the Scots” as he embarks across the channel, leaving the defence of his realm to the wily old commander.

What follows, as they say, is history. Assisted by James Bell of the Flodden 1513 Club and one of the North’s most prolific and talented authors, John Sadler, our chronicler paints a vivid picture of the events and tactics preceding the battle.  Like a scout from an old Hollywood Western, Hallam-Baker has the knack of making you feel like you were actually there, as he traces the routes of both armies across a hostile terrain, long disputed and fiercely contested by English and Scots alike.

A romantic but futile act of bravery concludes the story and precipitates the death of the last British monarch on a field of battle, when James IV is hacked to death fighting shoulder to shoulder with his loyal followers.  Was there a winner?  Henry VIII could hardly claim victory as he was away in France and ironically, the English lion and theScottish unicorn were soon to be united a generation or so later when James VI of Scotland ascended the throne as James I of England, following the expiration of the Tudor line.

This masterful work is dedicated to the brave men of both sides, who fought an epic battle on that day.

Masterly Rendition of a Medieval Mindset

Despite being a technophobe, this publication intrigued me so much, I was
inspired to buy a Kindle just so I could read this book. Was it worth it? Well,
in my opinion this is one of the best novels produced in a decade - across all
genres. It tells the story of Richard III’s asecent to the throne, in the first
person narrative of one of his friends, Francis Lovell. But it’s not what you
might assume, and the story twists and turns so that you are left wondering in
what direction the plot will go next. The author has gone to great pains to
research the life and times of England’s most iconic and controversial monarch
but in the style of all good novelists, has imposed his own stamp on the theme.
I cannot think that anyone who reads this novel will be disappointed. Well done,
Mr. Rae. And as for the Kindle….. it didn’t take long to get used to it and
I’ve now downloaded several more books.

London’s Burning – Great Balls Of Fire!

I had quite forgotten what a fascinating lifespan Samuel Pepys had until I
recently re-read this book on holiday. The execution of King Charles I,
Cromwell’s ascendancy, the Restoration, the Great Fire of London, the Dutch
Wars. It has it all! The best aspect of the book though, is Claire Tomalin’s
portrayal of Pepys in a truly intimate fashion – she brings the narrative from
his diaries alive; his fears, his doubts, his romances, his smooth transition
from Parliamentarian to staunch king’s man. One cannot but wonder about the
powerful skills of observation from this fascinating character, as he strolls
through rioting Londoners and keeps a watching brief on the fire that engulfed
the City, so that he can record the outcome for contemporary reports and for
posterity. The reader is left with a sympathetic view of this extraordinary man
who rose to prominence from very ordinary circumstances. What brought the story
home to me was the reluctance of the nation to publish the diaries in a complete
and unabridged fashion for centuries. It just goes to show that Publishers have
ever been slow off the mark to realise real talent.

Quest for the Towton Rose Continues

Apologies to those regular visitors to this page who have been wondering why the postings have all but dried up lately.  In truth, I have been busy with the house move from France, but in between, I have still been trudging the lanes around Towton in search for the elusive rose.
A few days ago I was given a lead from someone who recalled seeing a profusion of speckled red and white roses on the banks of Cock Beck, near Stutton.  They were last seen over thirty years ago though, so were they still there?
I set out, with hope in my heart, on a brilliant sunny day that would have given heart to the most miserable of pessimists.  After a quick reconnoitre though, it was obvious that this was not the ideal habitat for roses.  The banks were choked with Himalayan balsam, creeping buttercups and nettles; far too damp.  Elsewhere were tracts of mixed woodland; far too dark for my rose to survive. There was a dry mound across the river, partly obscured by shoulder-high nettles.  Maybe it was there?
The river stood between me and the dry mound, and I looked down into the beck, swirling with brilliant green water trefoil like some pre-Raphaelite painting, beckoning me in.
Would my knee-high wellingtons save me from getting wet?  Well, faint heart never won fair lady so in I plunged in, immediately feeling the familiar sensation of water seeping in over the top of my galoshers.  Well, what the heck? I waded and squelched across to the opposite bank, karate chopped the nettles, Indiana Jones style and emerged into the light only to be confronted by a meadow sporting only thistles and cow-pats.  Not a rose in sight and all I’d got for my troubles were nettle stings and a soaking.
So, the quest continues but I’m ever hopeful.  You just never know.