If you’re looking to relax this Monday and avoid things like work, hurricanes, shrieking children, or, in my case, ill-tempered servants (Hodgkin I’m looking at you), here is a photo-tour of the Douro around 1879 taken from the old classic, Facts About Port and Madeira by my childhood frenemy Henry Vizetelly. So, hit play on the song below and enjoy the photos.
I had just returned home from a hunting expedition and was in a foul state. I’d bagged a rhino, 4 deer, 12 wombats, 10 woodchucks, 3 seals, 2 ostriches and Harland, my incompetent porter (the man had forgotten to pack my cucumber sandwiches and I suppose you could say I’d taken a bit of pique…). A bit later when I was leaving the zoo, a horde of policemen came bounding up in some little degree of agitation. Continue reading →
The Port Negus, Wikipedia informs me, is a hot drink named after the illustrious Colonel Francis Negus (inventor also of the even less well known drink, “The Francis,” which stopped existing ca. 1951 after an injunction filed by Francis the Talking Mule.) The drink is in the mulled-wine, toddy, glogg family and traditionally made from port. As it happens, my butler Hodgkin had (as usual) fallen behind in providing me my morning newspapers in a timely fashion. It was with a sigh that I noticed this morning’s dated from mid-summer 1829 (really, I must have a word with the man). My annoyance was quickly tempered, however, when I saw that there was a story featuring this very same negus (the drink that is, not the poor colonel).