Windsor

Christmas glasses.

Sparkler Night, Windsor, England.

Yeah, very impressive.

I mean, this is the sort of company I would buy, you know.

Beatrice and Eugenie, 33 and 32, 11th and 12th in line to the throne respectively, are Andrew's daughters with former wife Sarah, Duchess of York, formerly Sarah Ferguson.

Eugenie married brand ambassador Jack Brooksbank, 36, at St. George's Chapel in Windsor in 2018, six months after her cousin Prince Harry married Meghan Markle at the same venue.

Now look, again, I really don't have much to say about the daughters.

I'm not one of these people that follows the royal family.

Let's move on.

We've had enough, haven't we? You were in Windsor on the wettest day of the week.

It is the beat that never sleeps, as you know.

But yes, I was covering the state visit of the Sultan of Oman.

Yeah,

so we'd come out of the ceremonial welcome.

So I was standing in the quadrangle at Windsor Castle, which is always a thrill, to be honest, on these occasions.

This one was a bit challenging.

Haven't we? And we thought we'd do a quick episode just to recap on what a fab evening it was.

Um, Simon and I hit the rostrum at the De Vere Hotel in Old Windsor, in their fantastic venue, The Chapel there.

Beautiful.

Um, for-

Jess and her team really did...

I tell you what, um, there's a career in there.

I- if you want to organize a charity auction, have a look at the, um, the footage from the Trunks Across the Thames at the Beaumont Hotel in Old Windsor as to how to really do it with style and aplomb.

I mean, it was brilliant, wasn't it?

We accordingly determined to commence our journey towards the north at the expiration of another month.

In this expedition we did not intend to follow the great road to Edinburgh, but to visit Windsor, Oxford, Matlock, and the Cumberland Lakes, resolving to arrive at the completion of this tour about the end of July.

I packed up my chemical instruments and the materials I had collected, resolving to finish my labours in some obscure nook of the northern highlands of Scotland.

We quitted London on the 27th of March, and remained a few days at Windsor, rambling in its beautiful forest.

This was a new scene to us mountaineers.

The majestic oaks, the quantity of game, and the herds of stately deer were all novelties to us.

I do a lot of research, a lot of history.

Book one starts up in Yorkshire, works its way to Oxford, Windsor, London, and finally down to Canterbury, and we include maps at the beginning of the books, which is just kind of fun to be reading and then seeing, seeing the map.

And we're just, um, really transforming and, um, elevating literature at a, at a place, in my opinion, that I don't, I don't think it's ever been.

And, uh, I was hugely influenced by writers like Charles Dickens, and he's, he's the closest in the sense that he was writing in real time on real things, if that makes sense.

Welcome back to The Gavel and the Gavel.

It's me, Harry, at Windsor Auctions.

And I'm still at work, but I am joined by a rather happy, relaxed Simon.

Where are you, Simon?

This will come out the day before.

Um, it's the trunks, um, uh, across the Thames charity auction, Thames hospice, Simon and I are hitting the rostrum.

at a hotel in Old Windsor, in a chapel, no less, which is in a chapel.

Yeah.

She really talks about how she grew up in Arkansas.

But it sounds like she actually was in Windsor, Berkshire, and in Switzerland.

And also, she was a child actor.

She was actually in one of my favorite shows, Modern Family, a couple times.

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White Three Years in Europe, or Places I Have Seen and People I Have Met By William Wells Brown Letter 8 Departure from Paris Boulogne Folkestone London George Thompson, Esq., M.P. Hartwell House Dr. Lee Cottage of the Peasant Windsor Castle Residence of William Penn England's First Welcome Heath Lodge The Bank of England London, September 8 The sun had just appeared from behind a cloud and was setting, and its reflection upon the domes and spires of the great buildings in Paris made everything appear lovely and sublime, as the train, with almost lightning speed, was bringing me from the French metropolis.

I gazed with eager eyes to catch a farewell glance of the tops of the regal palaces through which I had passed during a stay of fifteen days in the French capital.

A pleasant ride of four hours brought us to Boulogne, where we rested for the night.

I never experienced hospitality more genuine and yet more unpretending than was meted out to me while at Hartwell.

And the favorable impression made on my own mind of the distinguished proprietor of Hartwell Park was nearly as indelible as my humble name that the doctor had engraven in a brick in the vault beneath the observatory in Hartwell House.

On my return to London, I accepted an invitation to join a party on a visit to Windsor Castle, and taking the train at the Waterloo Bridge station, we were soon passing through a pleasant part of the country.

Arrived at the castle, we committed ourselves into the hands of the servants and were introduced into Her Majesty's state apartments, audience chamber, Van Dyke room, Waterloo chambers, St. George's Hall, Gold Pantry, and many others whose names I have forgotten.