Fact or fiction case

We cannot see beyond the corner .We are blinded by straight sight.

The case on Impeachment for Bill Clinton came out of the blue. Monica Lewinsky finally admitted years later on the making of a movie that she was not as innocent as we believed. Not Bill who pushed for sex as thought but this crafty lady herself.

She as a junior intern aged 24 was not allowed in the Oval office but that is exactly where she aimed her sights. She made it her business to trap the president in the lift alone and to show him her new suspender stockings to the top. She a fit sexy girl aimed high and so ended up as Bills whore so easily it was astounding .

I say astounding as her name Lewinsky .Daughter of Bernard who was a Salvadorian Polish born newcomer in America and Monica Samille Lewinsky was born In California on 23rd July 1973 . He spoke Russian at times and she rose be have sex with the most powerful man in world.

We know look wider than they bothered to when it all came to news desks of BBC and all American state channels across the nation talked of nothing else for weeks. Bill was questioned on this by a set board of officials and Bill lied on one question.His reply.’I did not have sex with that woman.” was his big jump into history as a fallen man.

Monica was forced to say she had no sex with Bill . He lived for another month and it came up again in proof by texts he had affair with Lewinsky. Monica owned up and Bill was impeached as President as direct result.

Now could it have been just a 24 old lady who wanted a 50 odd year older man .To say I have had sex with a president of United States of America. Could just be that yes. Or could it have been a pay job to perform .Russia finding out all it needed is something we know went on all the time in the cold war of that period in general. Is therefore Monica a spy herself .Or was she recruited to bring Clinton down by some other gang of radicals .

As I say we cannot see behind closed doors but we do know what was said by Monica as she was sucking Bills privates under the committee table when all arrived to sit and talk she just carried on and Bill smiled happily answering questions and setting up trade bills and talk of war. Stop there . How often did this happen and how much was Lewinsky privy to top secrets. We cannot say as no one went that far it was just sex and Bill lied about it .All eyes on impeachment of a liked president made top news all over the world. Monica did not fade away she rose in all cash ways behind the scenes in London and America she made sure she landed on her feet.

How hard a job was that for a lady blackened by all as the Fall of Bill and scarlet lady at that. She did not change her name we do know but she entered into education in an English to institution as of no worries as to who she was.I think not. Perhaps the way was paved by more than her father .Door opened by cash and so back in USA books on sale and interviews now a movie she was asked to talk with director and producer . Impeachment ,the movie is to go out this year 2021 for pubic to view. Monica said keep nothing back because of me tell the full details

I made my quest to have sex with President Clinton. I showed him my suspenders and stocking tops and he went for it as planed. Strong admission and I read more into that face than perhaps existed. Or did I . We may never know the truth why a smart well dressed pretty lady at 24 would want her name as evil all over the world as Bill was a married man and old enough to be her father almost. Why /Unless it was her job to seek him out as the mark . It is perhaps more the right explanation for how she managed it in the White House . If not and I am wrong then she is just a dirty whore . A woman wanting top man could be the case. Some woman adore such powerful men.

What do you think ? No lady I ever knew and I did know many, would ever stoop to that . Monica made history but how will we see it in 50 years from now?

Over to you my readers. Those are the basic facts of what happened but not much makes sense of why she did it? I say she was paid to bring down a president .

Yours Sir Kevin and thank you for viewing.

Copyright kevinparrBt 2021

Lord North. part two

The moon light lit up the moor of pink heather and the lane looked carved in stone as the horseman raced across the land. Winter the ice king flashing his whip as the rode hard heat rising from the panting steeds in swetted flanks the cold defeated near then. It was England ,1775.

At the ruins of the abbey walls they came to rest. Horses steaming as the long hard ride from Portsmouth harbour was at full gallop. No groom to care for them one rider took charge as his friends entered the doorway and vanished into darkness.

In the sanctity of the stones a man stood statue like and spoke in whispers but it broke the screen of silence.

‘Welcome brother . Your journey over. Mary has made a fine breakfast for you at home. Now tell me what is Ben Franklin up too. “

The three riders drew near . “Brother Franklin had fled from London to New York this day will be ready to join his traitor friends to form Government against us. William here sold up his holdings in Virginia before we sailed. I too sold land of timbers on the river site back to Ned Travers son. So we are here to tell you to tell our contact war is most likely.”

Silence fell like a final curtain over the abbey room. The group remounted and trotted slowly back to home some two miles off .

In New England all was in progress as weapons build up was in first talks .Franklin a slave owner had been the contact for the people of America in London as spokesman in Kings Parliament. Talks had fallen down as tax and issues even harder had not allowed the settlers permit to build a ruling party as law makers under Kings rules and law for peoples to have real contact with help .George King of England and third of that name had no intention of allowing it. It was the breaking straw as Franklin had thought it possible . No true representation was allowed by Parliament or House of Lords for the new world order .It was not to say they wanted to leave British protection but in Benjamin Franklins mind it was a slap in the face.

England slept on unaware that their sons would soon be called upon to fight own cousins ,Friends and relatives in the parting glass of war .

It came on swift wings as Lord North would not allow even a small company of men to be law makers in Virginia or any part of New world .It was a mistake that would cost us a continent land mass we owned . It would be an army sent from townships in England hard worked land boys and factory workers who when first seeing the coast of America wanted to remain as settlers with hope of grander live than they had back home. At least half of Cornwallis troops deserted and joined the free men of America. It was Britains worse war ever by far. Too few reserves were sent to reinforce the gaps in line. It was lost before it started really as poor men in uniform saw a new world of hope for in England they had none. Lord North was impeached as a Government was sacked after war ended. He was the only Prime Minster in history of our islands story ever to be so.

Back home it was sudden and swift that we had lost a nation .The King angered did not want to send in more troops .Shock in the officer ranks that ordinary soldiers had dared to desert and America had thanked them not shot them .Making them fire back at red coated ex friends as ranks swelled under Washington it was clear the end of Colonial power as near .

it was said that more Brown Bess rifles can be collected by the antique trade in America than in England who made them .It was not just tea tax that lost us the world it was a foolish Government who would not bend to the times. One yes to lawmaking under British over see would have avoided a war that lost us more men that left the ranks than had died in action.

King George 111 was the last King to have an opinion. The last real King with such power was Henry v111 .Today the parliament struggles to run Britain not empire it lost through hard law and stupidity .Our crown has today has no power, cannot have an opinion is just a worker on Parliaments books . We must remember as Franklin knew and Lord North forgot men have rights . We executed a traitor King in 1649 ,we did, the people spoke. Do we now have a Government set up with more power than ever they had to replace the man who would be King we executed ?

We are never far away from the truth in the midst of lies that surround man kind . My words. Yours Sir Kevin. God be with us all.

copyrightKevin ParrBt 2021 September.

The mistake of Lord North.

Out of an autumn sunset he rode. Black as silk lining against the mighty setting sun he stood out as a hero in the young ladys eyes. The chill of the late hour once the heat had left the earth ran through her.

From the thicket near her a bird screamed and flew out in a flury of leaves .Frightened her to let out gasp as the horseman reached down and gathered her up like a mop hen and fitted her down on the horse behind him without slowing down his trot. Once she was seated the spurs brought his stead to the gallop which was so fast took the wind out of her breath .

Before them,over the hill loomed the manor of Gorton . Its great Tudor chimneys famous all over the county of Kent as a house of rich and noble family of De Brin. .The rider brought down the speed to a gentle walk over that last of the way. She stead steaming ready for the groom to take charge of the reins.

He lifted her gently down and patted the neck of his mare before sliding down from his saddle . “Give her a good wipe down Edric .She ran well today.Maybe even a half hand of oats extra at lockdown .”

‘My lord all will be as you say. ” He lead the great 16hand mare back to her loosebox .She snorted at the door to stables as her announcement to the other occupants that she was back.

In the house now sat Sir Alister De Brin father to the horseman . The girl shivered in front of a great log blaze in the grate.

‘Come to my ears John my son that a war is brewing slowly but sure as eggs will burst into something nasty soon. America is but a young pup leaving her older mother England. Lord North is making light of it in the House . The Government too is relaxed as he. Tell you son things are building up .Tax is the problem . These new Englanders are mighty upset of the Kings taxation ”

He smiled showing his white teeth from under the heavy black mustache . ” Father if we have to pay up why in the name of justice cant they. Crops are good im told in the new world estates. “

“That may well be. But you see John they want to break from us so tax is just another thing to moan over . Washingtons uncle in Durham is worried what is going on asked me this day to look into it . I am to send in spys North says its pointless but old chap is not a thinker beyond his London club. If he rattles the cages he will be bitten is my thought John. ”

The girl sat down her legs stiff with walking.

“So little sister tell our father your news ”

She looked up as if sleepy but Johns booming voice woke her mind up .She rose and walked to the table.

“Well! child what news is this you bring me? “

She threw back her raven black hair and said. ‘I was in the village of saint Ives this morning father. I was sat with cousin Mary near the garden gate and two men walking slow in thought we saw and heard but they failed to see us. The concourse was like this. First an said aint right Dan we sail on morning tide to New York. What with that is so worthy on Sir Jeremy Strong on board. The other man said ,mind your words you fool. We are aiding the colonists with arms .What do I care we are being paid more for silence now shut it will you. I dont want to hang because of your loose mouth you hear? Then they went out of ear shot still muttering down the hill out of sight and sound. “

” Can you say who they are dear Grace?”

“No father not locals Id at guess may say Bristol. One was wearing a tricorn the other a bare head . Not sailors Id say bankers by sight or tricorn hat was the other maybe in trade. They walked from the east nothing there but warehousing .”

‘Good daughter. Now ring that bell for dinner someone Im famished .”

At Midnight John and two of his gaming friends rode silently down to east road to see what ware was in the building. It was not a break in just a examination of how to get in.

By moon light they forced the window shutters open but the room was empty . All rooms seen as the same .

‘They must have loaded the hold on one of those ships in the dock . Wait here whats this.?” John bent down with the candle lit in his hand and picked up coin. Small and dark but clearly he saw it as an American cent.

Part one to the story .

Thank you for joining us this day .

Sir Kevin Parr Bt.

Copyright kevinparrBt2021late August.

Letter from Latvia

The summer turns into early autumn and surprises all. Rain wind and hail stones since end of June heat . I have been assured England is facing the similar fate as we speak. Blighted August usually so warm and garden party time is just a wash out facing us. Yes it is good for the plants ,hedges and ducks but hardly so as one has to find gaps in the weather to go weeding on 3 acres .Rest of land ignored until sun visits again. Hard to see improvement ahead .3 weeks is a long time in gardening terms to affect even light duties. It may not rain all day but clouds are gray and sombre all the time.If sun manages to shine it is hot and lovely for only moments to half hour max.

No one is happy with it,this is not how we expect summers here. In the last 9 years I have faced some of the best summers in Europe .June 17th to October 30th one constant heat wave of a summers reliable. May have light rain mostly at night once or twice a month . Going from 78f at 9am rising to 98f by noon and more than once reaching 102f. Same all summer . It was too hot for many years but once one becomes use to heat as an Englishman over time. Today rain again 63f and slight breeze . Too cold jumpers on and shorts changed to trousers to keep warm. This is not what we signed up for one chap suggested to me as Latvian born farmer . My grape vine arbor proving the only real shade in my gardens is redundant now .Tables and chairs stand idle under the canopy as no sun to be found in the sky beyond it .Black wood fired oven covered over as in winter, during August, must be a first for Latvia in its history.

Now the question is climate change? or nature wanted rest?

Every 50 years a change happens in climate. Each 500 years it is dramatic. Climate change is with us all the time it is not castrova or default nor is is terrifying . Alarmists tell us world is changing owing to mans fault. Man is not able to alter nature to my mind. We look at mans record of wars, gas attacks, atom bombs and violence . The packed sea of plastics and waste .yes it is all a crime against nature against innocents and saints but world survives and alters to deal with it all . We should deal with our own problems and not damage that planet we occupy.

Soon the world reforms because if one looks at Pepys diary. 1660s he tells us winters so cold the river Thames froze over 6 feet thick in ice. Fires lit and skating on the frozen river as he reports in the many interesting pages for himself alone to recall. As an historian one thanks him as it was published only after his death. My point being that 400 years later winters are perhaps a thing of the past in England. We face the heat that was England in time of Saxon Kings 500 years before even Pepys.

The world is constantly changing it is a natural process every bit as much as ice cap melting in one hemisphere and freezing hard the other side of the world .You can call it climate change but is mother nature not mankind that causes it. If man invented the biggest bomb ever it may wipe us all off the earth but I assure you the earth would not be hurt at all . Another species would take our place.Perhaps the rat for most likely place . Who knows if another great race of humanoid inhabited this earth before us and destroyed them selves by wars and might gas attacks .Would not surprise me at all. It may answer many questions too.

We see cars spreding trash on motorways from car windows . We see plastic piled all over the place .Not here in rural Latvia . Most take rubbish back home to burn . Roads no littler to be seen . Our coast line a world heritage site .In fact on warm day on white sand deep blue sea one can be forgiven for thinking your in a tropical paradise .Not a paper to be seen mile wide beach running 67 miles all around Riga bay to my home. In land with its hedged wild rose lanes one would think it England for a moment . Green fields spread for miles in all directions. Trees form forests still may to rejoice in. Lakes teaming with life and life goes on.My self built garden world is now fenced around to stop Bambi and her vast relatives using my gardens as a salad bar again. Ruined many green emerald Thuja hedging trees and lavender not easily replaced. Told many time deer dont eat lavender or roses but its lie they can and will if hungered eat anything .Nothing is deer proof other than a tall strong fence well planted with thorny shrubs behind it so id deer can see beyond they will not dare jumping we find.So a 6 foot fence will be fine if all is blocked so they cant see in. If they can 16feet will not stop them when hungry. I have electric fence line on top of poles and hope this winter to be free from attack. We cant shoot them as law in EU says protected. Hunter who lives near by says in Spring and summer breeding and winter out of season gives only a months licensed cull and we did that last year but forests cut down to sell Baltic pine to USA at big money will ruin our countryside and deer will be more interested in gardens and wheat fields as no natural forest left. As a none native I cannot get a rifle license easily so must rely on metal timber and wire walls around half acre new built English garden rooms .

What makes me wonder is around our home are another four and half acres of lawns and garden plantings .With arched rose tunnel up the middle . Deer leave it all alone but devour my new hedged rooms and hedges too. So this letter shows another side of Latvia not seen or felt before. We cant buy timber here now at a price used to as all of it is sent to England and USA. Baltic timber is hard and firm and pine is perhaps the best in the world as I know from building workshops and garden folly and hen sheds it is easy to use and scented hard ware and takes the punishment of hard winter as no other will.

One can only hope I do know well. Gardens and design have interested me all my life from aged 3 with my own garden hoe and trowel and bit of land Father dear gave me and taught me well what to do .Weeds from plants and all names in fact Latin and English I slowly learned from him. At 10 was pruning fruit myself under supervision. Only when I went off to boarding school at 12 was it to end for many years of work ahead. My dream of building on vast scale an English garden became real in 2012 when I moved to Europe .Land in England was out of question as housing comes first. Farm field i offered to buy but no planing permit allowed to turn it into gardens or a house was allowed .Yet 6 years later it all became low cost housing . It was clear message to me to pack up and leave England. Builders want cash Government wants more homes and the population exploded makes for building a six acre garden a none starter. The last days when it was viable belong to the 1920s.

Here it is welcomed open armed and gasps as they have never ever seen an English garden before in their lives .The Latvian garden is but an apple tree and a shed with upper class adding a greenhouse and sitting bench under apple tree. Few real garden plants but bedding in hanging baskets a main event for the native family.

It is 890 English over here to 16000 Latvians in England that have the upper hand and have built houses that amaze the locals. Shower rooms and inside toilets never seen before for the vast many rural dwellers. In cities modern world begins

Hope peace remains and Afghan refugees escaping death and slavery by Terrorist Taliban take over find kindness and respect through a time of total evil caused by American total march out. We must pray for the safe passage of so many terrified peoples having lost all they had to escape evil.

Yours Sir Kevin and thank you for being with me all of you no matter were you are God bless.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2021 August 22nd Bosworth battle day in English history


At school long ago now I had a passion for poetry .Must say it never left me. I used to hide under the bed sheets with a torch reading Percy Shelley and Byron. . Romantics both of them but somehow they excited me. Opened my mind to English not just as a means of passage but a great interlectual briefing into lifes true meaning.

This short reading brought me beyond the boundary of enjoyment in the way this poem was thought out and written but into the mind of the man himself. As I saw it aged 15. It must be said not much has changed since. I re read this same said piece not long ago. I now at your pleasure set this poem before you. Many will know of it and comments therefore be accepted.

I met a traveler from an antique land

Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,Half sunk,a shattered visage lies,

whose frown

And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive,stamped on those lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed

And on the pedestal these words appear :

” My name is Ozymandias ,king of kings;

Look at my works ,ye mighty ,and despair !’

Nothing besides remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck ,boundless and bare,

The lone and level sands stretch far away”

That ends Shelley, great and visionary poem.

I must have delved deeply into those words as a boy.As the power of his words is endless. The three narrators in just a few sentences convey a massage .Firstly the voice of Shelley next the traveler from a far off land .Next and last the words of the dead king.

A story of amazing quality and adventure in so short a work is a genius mind at work in fact.

So summing it up the meaning meant is death finishes all earthly power. But more it must mock the foolish King in some way one thinks.

The fact that Shelly says nothing about where he met this traveler from an antique land .He could have been on an oxford lane at that time. Then the clue must be in the name.Ozymandias I found is ancient Greek .It means in English a tyrant. So that was Shelleys mind he wrote about a tyrant. He was in Greece not Oxford at that time. The poem is deeper than just words it is about Byron in small part who always bettered him.

It is about life experience and death . A real tyrant who ruled with iron fist and thought himself a mighty immortal.

It is perhaps a lesson to us all .Percy Bysshe Shelley died in 1822 racing boats against Byrons faster craft .He pushed his boat harder than it could hold and mistake made with sail took the boat over .Shelley was a good swimmer but he may have been drinking and the tide was hard against him .He drown and Byron waited only hours before giving his friend a Viking funeral and burned him to ash on the beach. He was 29 years of age

.In his old college in Oxford halls they carved him in stone but alas made him look like a fish to me when I looked at most days . Said to be the sea wrapped around him with weeds and signs of drowning .Still looked fish like to me and an insult to one of our greatest poets ever .If he had but lived Byron would have been left in the shade. Percy Shelley had a mind that was well advanced of his time. His wife died in 1898 and never forgot him. She wrote Frankenstein perhaps with some help from Percy and Bryon but the basic idea was hers alone.

Thank you for reading my works . Yours with kind thoughts Sir Kevin.

copywrite kevinparr2021, August .

Third part; Enemy in sight.

The horrid vision of the dead 4000 year old lover of John James enemy had sent shivers down the spines of the gathered company of police.

‘ Not real .He sent that image to our minds only . “Suggested the legendary Inspector.

“You thinks so John?”

‘Most likely yes. Look chaps he is a clever educated man ,once .Now a blood sucking menace in another century than his. We can beat him if we put faith in ourselves. He is probably listening to all we say .He can even read minds.. I am warming to the challenge at last”

” Thank heavens for that I was beginning to think you had passed the age mate.”

The day was over plans written down not talked over .Then the record burned. From now on the trap had vision in minds . Only to build on as the next day came.

‘So we have something to go on. What happens now will he just come up through the floor or bang on the door to get at you John?”

‘Message of some sort most likely. We must wait and see. “

They did not have to wait for long at noon a strange bent backed man came to the front desk. He handed the desk policeman a note and turned and left without a sound .

‘Addressed to Sir John sir .Cripple delivered it just now to front desk. “gasped the policeman out of breath having run two flights of stairs at speed.

“So the game is a foot ,my word. Its from our enemy . Seems we are invited to meet him in the British Victoria and Albert museum near the Egypt department door at 7pm this evening. He promises a lively sight. No tricks and no weapons. “


” No Jack both of us .”

” I was afraid of that John my boy. “

“Not every day you are invited by a real Vampire to meet with. Be fine really Jack he is toying with us . “

“Lets hope he isnt hungry”

At 7pm sharp they arrived at the destination. The door to the said department ajar and in they marched to see the Vampire in full glory cape wide open red silk lined, his black hair and hansom face shining magically. Suddenly it vanished and out of a glass cabinet walked a boy in rags .Head bound in Nile blue turban .his eyes yellow his skin dark. He head down suddenly came to life.

He came to face them just feet away from them ,it spoke.

“My name is Abu Nata Fae my age 2400 years old. I am the enemy from Hell Sir John .”

Transfixed no one spoke in reply. The boy turned to the window and breathed out a wind that filled it over with sand .The room quickly darkened .The boy stood between them holding the hand of each. It terrified Jack Denning but Sir John James froze in certain fear something was about to happen.

They saw in the sandy dust that filled the air like a sand storm the Vampire leaping towards them .As he came in flight the salt shaker in Sir Johns care came out of his coat pocket and into the eyes of the beast. There was a horrid roar such as not heard before. Like a wounded Bull it raged and then suddenly the room was back to normal the sand no place to be seen. The boy gone and the Vampire too.

Back in the office soon after the two men knew the plan had worked .By not talking of it the dead man had not heard as he was not in the room he could not read minds . All they had to do was plan the next stage of the trap in hand signals and written word .

The image of the Vampire as normal

The trap for the final goodbye was set. Not a word had been said and no wrong moves made. Sir John was older but the years of Vampire fighting had not left him without knowledge.

The street led to the Thames Embankment on the spot where the young woman had been drained to death of her very life blood.

In the evening gloom .The mist from the river rising he came out of the depths of fear again as hoped.

‘So Sir John and Friend .Out for an evening stroll?”

“No we came for you my dear Abu. Nice trick with that sand dear boy. Or should I say old old man. “
“No matter to me human .It is your turn to be my soul mate. You ,little man go home I will not hurt you .This faster mind is what I came for. Now Sir John shall we begin.”

‘ Begin,begin what pray?”

‘Oh| Prayer will not save you dear Sir John . One small bite and it is over .Think of it. Eternity . Some will sell their all for it. Come now do not fight me. “

He moved in a flash to Johns throat and from the fold in his over coat came the hidden pig sticker used as bayonet in two world wars. He plunged it in to the vampires stomach and a howl came from him. He fell back.’What have you done you fool this will not even hurt me.”

“Oh! yes it will Abu my boy .ist all over for you .Old blood mixed with yours Id say is fatal. Only my thoughts but by your face id say im right. “

“Old blood .What blood its a knife . “

” On the end of a British army 303 rifle it accounted for over 50 dead Nazis . No time to clean it always in use . Two world wars rusted up I can say its 70 odd dead mens blood dried to powder in the rust around it. Should be strong enough._ “

Before he could complete his theory the vampire started to crumble. In seconds he turned to ash. Sir John leapt to gather it up in a letter envelope with his gloved hand.

From the shadows came Denning trembling. Gun in hand loaded . He had seen all and felt powerless to move.

Sir john stood upright the envelope in hand. “We need a hot fire on a night such as this Jack. “

Jacks eyes widened. Slowly he looked at Sir John. ‘Sir you are blooded in the neck.Your shirt collar is red with it “

Sir John removed the glove and felt the two tell tale holes with growing fear. Slowly he handed over the envelope and fell to his knees.

‘John I fear you are taken. ”

“Shoot me Jack.I beg of you shoot me . Im a Vampire I feel it inside my innards are aching. My hands ,look hairy and nails far longer .It is a mere matter of time .For Christs sake man shoot me. “

‘John they can work magic now Ill take you to Saint Barts. “As he said it the transformation was complete Teeth as sharp as knives came slowly nearer and he leveled his pistol as what had been John, he growled and shot his old loyal friend in the head.

As expected he ran to ash very quickly. Nothing of the old timer was left. He gathered the ash into another police envelope and carried them to the office Sir John had once occupied.He opened the glass door to the fire and cast the two envelopes into the roaring flames. He sat down heavily and watched as the fire devoured the evidence . On the wall behind him the photo of Sir John as he was to be remembered a class act of great mind of action. A good husband and a great friend . When the last flame died jack Denning stood up, a tear ran down his cheek, he closed the office door behind him. Outside the rain fell the sun was rising on a world of freedom .

Denning became the head man at Scotland yard eventually but said nothing of what had happened as who would believe it in today world. Vampires indeed ? The secret files long ago boxed up and sent into records sealed with Royal stamps in red wax. In another 50 years maybe released who knows what will happen tomorrow .Not one of us can say with any authority can we.?

I hope you liked this last final part to my heros story.

Yours with love to you all Sir Kevin.

Copyright KevinParr Bt 2021 August

Second part, Old enemy in sight

He placed down the phone in certain knowledge his services had been placed at top secret by the Palace as well as MI6. He gazed from the window that he always found the view to calm him whist thinking. London lay along both banks of the mighty Thames river as it had since Roman times only more packed with buildings now.

‘Great view over city John. Welcome back .” His old pal Jack Denning from Traffic now inspector of vice. 54 year old and smiling extended his open hand over the desk.

‘ good to see you again dear Jack .’He smiled and took the hand shake willingly.

‘How did it start back up?

” Dont know mate. One day last week a young pc in training went home at 7pm after hard first day in training. Ten minutes later a call came through from member of public a uniformed police lady was laying on Thames Embankment covered in blood. We rushed to that scene John .She was cold stone dead and drained of all blood. Coroner found tell tale twin holes in her neck between left ear and jaw . ‘

Sir Johns eyes flashed as he moved over the table nearer and personal.

‘How do you know it was that man I killed then”

“Hmm! this card in her pocket is addressed to you John. “He handed over a business card. It said only For Inspector retired Sir J J. “

“JJ retired can only be Sir John James .You infact mate “

‘ So he wants to see me does he. Best oblige the gent.”

“Not as easy .Sit down John. Look we cant just go marching in this could be a trap. “

‘ Maybe. The fact is he wants to gloat. I killed him into dust he went. I kicked this dust all into the river off the bridge .Him and her in fact. Its all in my records down stairs.”

I can relive the moment with you John. Yes, so he is alive .He may want to tell you how he did it ?”

“Not likely . If I know how its done where is he going to hide as this time we make sure all dust is gathered and destroyed. If water cant do it fire may .”

“You meet him many times what is he like .”

‘Calm, educated sort, truly hansom and polite. A womans man really. Over 2000 years old we think. “

‘So he isnt going to fall for anything is he. We need something to draw him out.”

” No he will come to me I have no doubt. I need to be in company all the time Jack.?”

“I have asked high office if you can be armed.Your weapon is waiting down stairs but no silver bullets.”

‘Only folk law Jack dont work nor do bullets alone. Holy relics either no good. These are Godless devils who have great powers to float in mid air .To vanish at will and cast no shadow at all. They fear the sun but not London mists in daylight .They come usually in dusk hour. Only thing is at 70 not as agile as I was in service last and he knows that. Let us hope my brain is still as able.”

The day became evening the teams had been briefed and Sir john had loaded his pistol and on safe lock he slid it in his over coat pocket.

The night came at last all in place Sir John walked home along the embankment but not a thing happened. He opened his house door and sitting in his arm chair was that same devil he had killed 6 years before .

‘Good Evening John. Sir John I see. One hopes one will not mind me helping myself to your fine brandy for you see its been a long time dead this time. Thanks to you Sir Johnny clever James. Come,we have a lot to talk over .Im in your seat I see .No matter I can move.’

He vanished and reappeared on the settee opposite .”There we are .Feel free to sit and tell me why you hate me so bloody much my friend. It is only business no harm to you or yours be sure of it Sir .”

‘ To take the life of one so young as the pc you sucked the life blood out of make me hate you, devil you are”

” One has to survive you know. No need for theatre Johnny old man. ‘

“Your evil you know it’

“And you think it my own fault do you. I was once a good man in fact married to a lady far better than me . I was working nights in bar in Egypt long ago . The heat was building I opened the neck of my robes. In came this woman alone .Not done in that time. She claimed to be a priestess at the temple in the next part of city. She asked for water only .I went to pour a jug in the cellar as night was hot and water cooler. She suddenly slid next to me .Her eyes bluer than the river Nile .She held me in a vice like hold and bit me hard in the neck. She did not drain all my blood but made me her servant, not a Vampire but a human with no mind other that to serve her. ‘

‘Interesting. So how did you become a Vampire.”

‘ My wife I never saw again for perhaps the next 400 year passed as fast at a day. I was closing her box for her to sleep and I caught my wrist on a nail set in the gold rim. Blood sped and she could not resist .The lid not closed she pulled me in and drained me lifeless but could not end it she breathed air into my lungs and my body responded .I would be her partner from that day on a Vampire . She was the woman you manged to finish six years ago you see. I was not dead only dust you managed to release so easy to return. No the river would not release me for long enough captured in suspended state . I came to a bridge made of stone and was caught in a boys fishing net as dust sparkles in water. He emptied the net and on finding nothing cried .One human childs tear fell on the dust and that was me alive again .”

“What happened to that boy”?

‘ Not ask, only hurts your silly mind. He will float out to sea I expect of course. Rivers are fast and it is just as it acts. So John what is next.Your team outside by now . We have had our little chat .One more to add to your records no doubt. I will leave you now . We will meet soon .It will not be a chat then. We have an old score to settle.”

In an instant he vanished leaving no impression on the seat. Sir John stood up rather shaken and opened the main house door.In came six officers armed, .Jack behind them.

‘So want did he say then?”

Sir John smiled nervously. “He was civil enough .Its me he wants .He made that clear. Seems that woman vampire we killed in fact dead was his mistress .He was floating as dust in the Thames for six years until kid fishing netted him out.We can expect a body of child near the mouth of river.’

‘So we have finished with this dead Vampire woman then have we?”

At this very moment a ghostly image of the dead woman appeared in the open doorway to the London street. All shrank back cowering until one officer fired a bullet at the vision, it was heard hitting a lamppost outside .She let out a howl that deafened all of them before simply fading away.

A silence fell over the hallway of his home until Jack spoke up and cracked the spell placed on them if any was there.

‘So I can say that was the lady in question Sir John.’

Thank you .Part 3 and last episode .Next week.

Yours Sir Kevin says thank you for reading my work.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt July 2021

Old enemy in sight

If it was not one of those days .You know when the seasonal sky is perfect Alice blue and the clouds just butter balls of fluffy white drifting about like sail boats in the ocean. A sort of day when one expects to relax and read the news in the Telegraph pages before moving in to the Guardian . But no . Here we are at that unwelcome knock on the door. I decided to open it as who ever it was had a sort of heavy knuckle sort of hammering in mind. Not that I am sensitive or able to read minds behind doors but having lived a bit one ones the culprit means it.

‘ Hello Archie old man. Look here have you seen Fred the Fox of late. “

I looked at him with frozen glance. ‘Never heard of the cove and for that matter who are you ?”

He looked at me aghast with Spaniel eyes . ” You know my Archie. Call me Terry Watts from the club. “

” Club!” I exclaimed ,feeling hot around the old shirt collar.

” Yeh! the club .You know your a member. “

” Im sorry I think you have the wrong fellow.My name is not Archie either.”

He gasped at my facial expression of boredom , and left .

I was happy on the money pages until the phone burst into life and in the silence maybe even made a chap jump a bit .

‘Hello. Who?.No .Goodbye. “

A retired copper like me and Archie from Bow .Suddenly the penny dropped .I rang that last number on my phone .” Bingman here Metropolitan police “

I placed the receiver down in shock. The knock returned I allowed him in to my house. “So you need my services is it man?”

“Slow on the uptake Sir. I have been sent privately .My name is unimportant . The message is your worse enemy is back from the dead. Your man said you would understand.”

‘ Then tell who ever it is this man is retired. No longer a police officer lad. 70 now tell who ever sent you to handle what ever it is himself and leave me alone, thank you both. “

He looked as puzzled as before and still turned on his polished heel and vanished.

I picked up the newspaper but nothing but Vampires filled my mind. Five years ago the last known of them I killed on London Bridge. Since than London has been silent and respectable, this side of River at least..

I hoped for complete abandonment and rest. My dear wife had passed on and alone I had little of excitement at all. I had sort of fallen into the nicely laid rut of doing nothing. Newspapers in morning. Walk in park around boating lake . Drink in pub and back home for evening news. Life as it is in fact. Retirement is just that idle days and rest. I slept uneasy that old days haunting the muddled mind and heat of the weather added up to trying to effect sleep and only serving to hurt my eyes. At 4.34 I was up washed shaved and dressed. I bused it down to the MET after a good breakfast in Ronnies cafe.

“Good God man look what the cat dragged in, its Inspector Sir John himself. Well! I never.How are you Sir. “

” Older less wise but need a talk with someone upstairs. “

“Really .Hanbury is the only one standing you would know John. ‘

I was soon at his desk .Hanbury was himself due to retire . His face looked drained and somber. He spoke in whispers and begged me to sit.

‘I called you owing to fear I can speak to no one but you or I may be locked away mate. ‘

I brought my eyes to his. “Vampires again “

‘Sssh! not a word more . Here look at this.” Across the desk he handed my a full page photo of a dark street in city lit by only a street light . Then in the back ground a body lay, head towards the camera. A cloak like shadow fell across the victim .

‘ Her name was Kerry Dains from Epping .Pc Kerry Dains six weeks out of police training and first day on duty in this office . On inspection two puncture holes in side of her neck I saw at once .having two years of it one can smell them John .Creatures of the night . Blood sucking devils . Yes they are back and reborn as you killed him John. “

Sir John James looked at his old desk with some affection after his 30 years behind it. He pulled back the chair arranged the cushion to his liking and pounded down behind the desk as though time had stood still. He was coming back in mind to thinking like a copper.

“So John James the legend is it.?”

” Who are you lad my name is Sir John James ex Chief Inspector of this branch of London police. “

“Really .Well! In Wellings the office fag .Seem to be on all lists for shop. You want anything then Gov. “

“No thank you Pc Wellings who ever is in charge of weapons these days to pop up here to see me pronto. ”

The Pc smiled and left. The phone rang. ‘Steve here and who are you for me to come to you mate. Want me call down and book appointment Im busy.”James shook his head in disbelief about to dial back . Then it hot hom he was not Inspector James now he was just Sir John retired 6 years. The place had moved on and he was just a visitor after all.

He must have sat stock still in day dreams for quite some time. Then came to his senses as some stood before him and spoke his name.

” Sir John glad to see you back here sir. Seems you are needed again. ”

” You are?’

“Peter Dean sir. I was 22 years in weapons training when you had the station you had here. The hidden files of blood suckers I have read and reread last night . Horrid stuff if one man say so.”

‘So Dean fill me in will you ,woken out of moth balls one finds it hard to stay up so awake. “

‘Mid day sir. “

“Nap time at home lad. ”

“That boring is it “


‘ Retirement “

“Yes at times .Alone and out of sink pehaps. Not so sure I can be of much use to you.”

‘upstairs must think your worth it Sir. Or you would still be at home dozing. “

James smiled knowing that the lad was correct .It was then the phone burst into life and he casually answered and stood up fast when he came to know who it was on the other end of line.

” Yes your Majesty Im your man for this job. ‘

He had woken up to the old side he knew of himself with renewed vigor and positivity he made his way upstairs.

More next week end. Story continues .

Hope all who read my work are well and happy people .I cant seem to reach some on gavitar but dont think I dont care about you.

Yours with love Sir Kevin.

Copyright Kevinparr Bt 2021 July

Riga, world Heritage site .

Today in this heat writing is hard .just to sit and rest out of sun at 98f and humid is not easy. We talk of the capital today. Short blog not because nothing to say just too hot to bother.

It is said that Bishop Albert founded the city in 1201 after return from Palestine and the crusades of holy murder blessed by the Pope.

In truth the ancient Balts built a trading station and it became a major port. Village gathered in the forests joined up to be protected and the town became a city. Much as in all Europe . 2nd century to Bishop Albert is a long time as a town perhaps he blessed it and his name recorded. Anyway it sits nicely on the banks of the river Daugava that runs into the Baltic Sea.

It had many many beautiful buildings from as many centuries as dwellings. Finest Art Nouveau architecture in the world can be freely seen here.

It is a UNESCO World Heritage site and a lovely city more like Paris in places than any other. The old town is just a dream of 1700 in all its glory and colours. Guiding tours are every where in summer. The 3 main languages here are Russian ,Latvian and English and most speak all three .The Latvian being able to take on language as easily as we breath in air. They are divided in two groups to me.The helpful hard worker able to do most things to the lazy and drunk who do nothing but drink vodka Russian style. Vodka is cheap as chips here. Some make it themselves. It is not all poor as Bentley UK have a large sales room selling their cars about 15 a year im told. Big business exits but not seen in not in the click. Living in rural forest and lakes well outside Riga is cheap but rates exist in city and can compete with UK in places but houses are all four times larger in city . The fact that some 12 million works have left for better incomes leaving a very low income for governments means nothing much gets done. It suits me as pay nothing out beyond my borders seems fair.

I have talked about the Riga Zeplane market and old Armitage the English Mayor of Riga twice elected. So we move on to Riga as a place to visit. Free and easy and never packed it is a place that has everything and more .Indian expanded cafe and Turkish and Armenian Chinese and all Russian eating houses adorn the city area . Main bus and tram routes.

The walk around old town can take as long or short as your feet want . Or you could hire bicycles or taxi to give you freedom. If you can name it it can be found in this city. Do I say its a holiday of exciting walks .yes I do .Good food and not expensive as Latvians have it right food is cheap. Fresh bread here can be picked out as tasty white sweeter and crustier than any found in England .Honey is the thing you will see all over Latvia Bee apres abound. A two kilo tub is around 8 euro of pure with wax to separated but all is just from bees no additives at all. First honey we buy monthly and eat every day with bread or on its own or with Greek Yogurt. When we can walk or ride from Riga facing Sweden all the way around coast to Estonia all white sand mile wide beech and Riga bay as blue as topas one then can see it is a place of no barriers. Horses train on these beeches and councils have built barbies for cooking at intervals all along the 72 mile stretch. Summer can get hot but most average is 80 f all day. Can rise to over 100f . July September .June is 78f no rain. November can be best but snow comes in Decembers first week and cold seeks a place to hold on to. Winter sport here is a vast industry. For most of us we drive in the ice and snow where we did not in UK. We spend time in rest at home or travel to stay with friends that we have not seen since last winter as gardens take all out time in summer.

I have not included the hundreds of examples found in this city that remain as Russia smashed down manor house and palaces alike in the shadow of evil communism that set about murdering over two million Latvians per year they over lorded these people .They made Riga the communist leaders city and pulled down all else. Today Baltic Russians live in peace next to Latvians in that city. Latvians hate them but in truth no anger is displayed and all latvian can speak Russian but no Russian will bother with any language save Russian as they feel superior. I have no problem with any of them save near by that stole from me many times before I catch them in act. Only place in nation where scum exist live in a dog kennel in a corner like vermin. No contact now and keep distance from me as can bring in police at any time .

Yours with love and great thanks Sir Kevin .

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2021 July 17th

Letter from Latvia no4

Good morning. The sun shines on a world of rural bliss as the gentle butterfly ,yellow and gold, flutters across my face and and the sound of bees in rose blooms open and scented is music in my ears. 78f not a breath of breeze the garden carries me further in to this image of peace to start weeding.

My summer house roof, that bane of my life over last three years . is finally in use .An English folly with a purpose . Soon will stain glass the leaded rear window. Paint the walls and set the scene for summerhouse use. Seats table and chandelier from the high spire that is the roof . So long since I made the design set the base of this small build in heavy timber beams. Trouble was dear reader here in Latvia none can bend metal to sloped shapes. I therefore had to change it to a pyramid and in week it was done .We cant always have exactly what we wish for and it did not ruin the outcome really. If I had acted on this I may have avoided the time it took to effect. Still I may suffer from perfection I admit.

The delicious solitude of plants and trees drives and fountains is becoming reality and a world on its own. Love that makes this place a best retreat fills my plans to carry it on into the fields and make a garden worthy of England far off from another land. A corner of the great rested in this design to be a world of Bertie Wooster perhaps even the ghosts of Edwardian ladies parasol and white lace will roam its paths. Wander in its rooms and join the peacock in is splendor in a gardens made by man for God to bless.

We are the creatures of experience one saws the works of other gardeners ,the rooms and hedges of Hidcote the Welsh tall hats of Nora Lindsay .The dream of Vita Sackville West and Harold Nicholson. The great expanse of Lancelot Brown and gasped at its total overall beauty. The days before wars when money was not the hold back of today they carved England into one great garden in the many that make the patchwork blanket of England work . Here can only do my best not to copy but to praise the past and see tomorrow in the buds that form i see on my walk around. Jobs still to do but when is a gardens finished .It can never be so and there is the dilemma of the subject . We change and gardens change and time goes by it even makes its own mind up. My designs of hardcore will not change but plants will dictate and will look better some area around the room.. Cuttings grown increase stock and so more room is required as nothing remains stagnant in a garden.

We find we reach the question of why are we so very interested in building garden. Is it a world we can rule over. Is it latent desire to find heaven . Is it to be back in the world of our ancestors ? For me I have loved gardens since I first opened my eyes on arrival on earth. My passion led to my father making me a wheel barrow and tools to assist him in art of garden keeping. I was perhaps 6 at the time and had pestered just to have my own part of garden. Here planted annuals from packets bought for me by kind relatives . It was awake up call at 12 seeing Hidcote gardens on a Sunday ride out. It is best described as the dream of its creator Major Lawrence Mayfield Johnston . England in 1900 was far different place that today. It gave him a world of his own and i saw it with open eyes myself. Strong and true it was my world also . Then all the gardens in this world i visited as it was all the mattered in a holiday to me. Hate of sand and fun as the call a holiday. I crossed the Sahara on a camel with the Arab into Algeria just to see Eljem a Roman ruin that once had gardens and town life in the desert. Algiers and its old walled gardens . I have seen the great Cardinals gardens in Rome and traveled to Persia in search of a water fall garden called hanging gardens that are not in the place we are told of. Built miles and a country away they did exist . I think it led to this my gardens to use as canvas to paint in flowers a living image of the world of peace and interests.

For me its time to go weeding again as one thing is for sure gentle rains of last night may de the trick for all plants but weeds grow even faster. Soon a stone water fall will be a job once have saved enough stones in my pile. Fences to past up and wire off this month too. Hedges then can expand without Bambi the deer and her family using my garden as a salad bar . Build a garden and watch just how many want part of it . It is a costly job today Johnston built ten acres of garden far cheaper than my 5 acres cost. But it was 1898-1920. We live in a very different world today unfortunately so. Budgets exist and slower is progress.

It shall be done as it nears the end and start of the beginning of growth. Old man time will do the rest .Mother nature his aid.

Many thanks to my readers and love from me, Sir Kevin.

copyright Kevin James Parr Bt 2021 July