The second letter from Latvia

Again I write of my adopted country for those who asked for more detail. Summer is hot and balmy enough to bring out the lemons to make fresh lemonade. Working in the gardens is fine now already brown by such endeavors. The forest is just across the open fields where deer ,elk and wild bears roam free. None a danger as in winter bears go back to Russian border through Estonia. Elk are ambling alps and terrified of human life. The deer ,up to now thats 8 years, have not bothered my gardens but did walk across my lawns once as much to say,”you are trusting  us.”

Really they have everything here. A nation of calm easy life mostly helpful and accepting this Englishman as friendly sort. With less than a million inhabitants and few jobs that pay only pensioners from England come or those with money.

Latvia was the cheapest place on earth some 10 years ago. Euro changed that. Still one can live well here on a budget if sensible. Plants for garden are now almost as expensive as England 10 years ago. So packets of seed window ledge heated seed trays and thats sorted. Having so much land made into English  gardens is a joy but costly setting up. Then any place else would be harder with laws. Here one can do what one wants as long as you dont speed in the car.And do not turn left in Riga city centre or outside . 30 euro instant fine if so.
If floating foundations on summerhouse workshop and hen palace then no planning permit is required. One can just build. Thats Latvia for you. In some things they are so different from us. Manners are not a strong thing here with all of the people. EU laws are not used and Latvia even places an s on your name so I become sirs Kevins.. Then they convert names of other national people such as actors to illustrate that Errol Flynn becomes Erals Fphins or something like that. Where we call foreign people by the name given Latvians convert all into Latvian. When watching Endeavor on Latvian TV about young detective Morse played by Shaun Evans I missed the first show as Endeavor became something totally different that i could not relate to or could I pronounce. They are a lost nation really as only they have a language that no one understands as is it worth learning in schools, they teach English now. Outside this small nation no one would understand them so they speak English and right trough the Baltic out unto Sweden all will understand. Which for me is perfect.

The Riga Ferry is cheap way to cross to shop in Swedish markets in Stockholm. Ferry travels across the Baltic with shops stages of actors movie and dance floors, bed and breakfast extra. Saw Cats flown in by helicopter from London for one show on board. Swedish ships and crews mostly cost about 40 euro each to cross .This takes all night and we arrive 6.35am Stockholm where taxis abound ready to collect you.
ddb2045d5592c1f4e447dd8f0f94f8b4Riga old town.

I was told to bus it as cheaper and see far more. We did and saw well the city of clean streets and houses. Had luncheon in a lovely cobbled square yard with tables and shops so delicately painted. Loved it all. Like passing back in time to a world of travel 1900 it felt like. Swedes are not as friendly but like us English bit stand offish. However it was a good day out. We took a tram ride to see Vassa the ship that was brought back up in perfectly preserved sate from the muds of that harbour. In front of me the vast size of history boomed out in techicolours. Painted in 1767 to be the Swedish Kings flag ship. Like our own Mary rose ship toppled over and sank owing to top heavy gun decks and open gun doors she went deeply down into the sea just yards from her moorings. A perfect ship as if built just now stands in a building made to house her. You can buy a tram ticket return but if not back to use it in half hour your lost. So we walked back took half hour into city. Strange but perhaps it was my fault did not understand Tram laws

Coaches take Latvians all over Europe but its the Estonians with cash that use them we find. Went to Tallin on a coach. 64 miles one way . A packed modern city but the old town is straight from Robert Louis Stephenson tales of curfew and city walls. For his tale of the Squire De Malatrotts door he must have been here to write it as it is exact to this place in description. I loved that old city so clean white and interestingly historic. Well! one can ramble on with all of this .I make a suggestion just come and see for yourself one day. Good old European song contest compare we all loved in Terry Wogan joked about this Estonian thing with votes but poor old Terry never came to see how great this land of Europe is. Yes it has faults it would not be a human place it if did not. Then balanced and examined the points make 2 against and 8 for. So I remain here in rural bliss with no rates no taxes and freedom to dance naked in the rain if one wants. I dont but could if i wanted. Bird song is stronger, rain is softer and heat is much. One becomes use to all in time. Fair skinned I suffered but now do not have too. Im happy to say gardening hardened me off to exist as one of them. My gardens are not they are very English lawn sort of Edwardian England and still in the making extended. If God made man a garden called Eden could it have been here in this land flat and forested lakes and meadows that he made it? Perhaps not between the vast open reach of Rivers in Middle East was it sited but here. I can think of no more a perfect vista than this to build a gardens on. England is a garden all over only thing is it has out priced its self in land, houses and gardening. The nations youth cannot take on a mortgage to buy such as a house with large enough workable gardens now.

Ship is loaded by boarding between 2pm and 8pm . I hailed a cab in city centre and the driver turned and said ferry is it Sir Kevin. I nearly fell over it was an old pal from university a lad from Old Corinth Tunisia. We drove and we talked of Liverpool in the 1960s. He had married a Swed and left Tunisia as communist Mafia have taken all over he lost even his property there. I knew him in Hamermet when I stayed there in 1980s with them. Modern house overlooking the desert to Algiers.

Travel back was sleeping and shopped in duty free for perfume next morning ever so early for Anita. My car was brought around in dock for us and drove home relaxed.Would do it again at drop of a hat. Norway for us next sail.

Here 24k will buy that house and by law that house must have at least 2acres with it. Some can be bought as wrecks to repair. 7k will give you land with timber to build your own with skill to do that your made. About 16k to make it England inside and that means no over heads afterwards so life can be as lazy or as industrious as one likes.
I would not say its for everyone but you can still have cornflakes and English tea .No bacon no real sausage so we make our own. Buy smoked meat carve and fry its bacon and sausage buy chapati its a pork and herb sausage for special occasion but cooked in hot oven its Cumberland sort of sausage which suits me. One thing you can have anyplace is black puddings. Latvians think they invented it? You cannot buy beef unless you pay through the nose for Angus beef in a shop in Riga who imports from Hereford in UK. I went just to see prices but nice lads who worked in England as most of them have to do for cash. Beef was on marble slab on show. One little loin steak was 26 euro for two just double that as no discount for bulk buys. Gary Ward who built a large guest hotel sort of village in the lands he bought said we can buy beef in station rail yard shop in Imanta outside Riga .

Yes I bought a beef joint and it was good and soft and cooked very well but was without taste. Dairy cow sold as beef. Latvia one can buy good chicken excellent pork and all the veg you wish for. Fish too. Mackrel is cheap Cod not that bad as 2kilo cost me 12 euro. Rest is river fish which is not to my taste at all. I did have large bony but very tasty Carp with garlic just the way old the Monks used to cook them. Very tasty too. I can quite see why Monks farmed Carp along with honey ,which led to mead drinking. Not a bad life if you like early dawn prayers .I could love it as music every service was the best ever made in human history.

Home produce we grow so can I have fruits and veg and green house full of toms and gourdes. Cucumbers and chili .Self sufficient if you include hens.

Latvians love garden parties and outdoor as much as any Aussie they build big barbies to smoke and  grill on wood fires. They hate spices and love milky things .Horrified when I put out five dips one Indian curry from Bengal made by me. No chili in it purposely and I was told by Harry from Newcastle that was not hot enough .Latvian had runs to toilet and could not even cope with it on the serving table. Otherwise I find we have some common ground as we all must eat. Anita is used to curry now took 10 years of trying. She even tells me to spice up sauces for such as pork chop and mash and peas. I cut chops from pork sides they sell off in supermarkets as ready for barbies. I remove the ribs for marination. Remove that thicker outer skin and cut thick chops out of the bar length. Kidney in some and about six pair with chuck meat for casseroles in the week. For cost of about 14 euro it works out so cheap to have English Barnsley chops that Latvians never use or have seen. Ribs soaked over night in soy sauce brown sugar orange juice and Worcester Sauce will come out lovely .I grill on the barbie and serve with Basmati Indian rice and drizzle the marinade over them. Everyone adores this Japanese meal even Latvians who dont have a clue about Japanese cooking.
They are in the main nice people but through the last 70 years to freedom now have been the victims of cruelty and hard labour under the yoke of their Soviet over lords. It will take time for them to know who they even are.
The rich Latvian is one who robbed the state when Latvia became free from Russia.Before that it was Prussia and Sweden owned it before that.

Riga is full of Russians . Latvia has lots of Russian billionaires who live here but one hardly sees any of this going on. See the poor who leave in droves to seek wealth in America or Sweden as UK has closed its doors with 600000 Latvians residing inside Britain already. You would not know as they look mainly like us only when they speak will you understand. They talk good English but undertones give them away. Their ability to think Russian also tells you they are not one of us. Most are gentle harmless beings so no real worry and in fact they hate Russians as over lords and masters over them for too long in chains. Well! my dears a letter from Latvia more down to earth for your edification your enjoyment and your healthy  wonder, perhaps.

Love to all from me .

Copywrite Kevin Parr Bt 2020 September 12th.8am Before a day gardening.

The last part of the vapour.

Sir John had read the letter three times.Sat now at rest in his easy armchair his mind racing on as he had seen this type face before. It was Garamond face type as printers often use. Then suddenly the phone rang in the hall.

‘ For you John someone you asked to phone.”

Slowly he approached the phone for he knew he had asked no one. “Hello.”

“Sir John is it now.Well! how are you old adversary. Holding on are we? Glad you took my good advice dont want another episode on the lawn now ,do we?”

” So who are you then?”

” Not to worry we will meet soon . Farewell for now Sir.” The phone went dead but he was transfixed and his wife placed the phone down from his hand.

” Trouble again is it my love. Retired and they will not leave you alone. ”

Suddenly he came out of the dream . ‘Yes as said im retired ,sod it love. Any tea in the pot?”

” Just making some.You go and rest . Your shows on soon on Tele. You know Crime Report.”

He sat down thinking hard where he had heard that voice. Mental block as he switched on television and fell asleep in the armchair.

Next hour he walked out for exercise on to the embankment. He walked in thought until the end of the road. He was looking back as he turned to the Parliament buildings across the river.The lamp light caressing the river as smooth as silk. The murky flow taking on a milk pond look. He started walking back and someone behind him spoke softly. He was startled .”So you recall meeting with me now Detective Sir John. ”

He gasped as he who stood before him was the last Vampire to escape. A young man in a dark gray over coat with open necked white shirt. He knew him at once.

” its you.” he breathed it out in some haste.Shock in fact had caught his tongue.

” Yea Im hurt you did not know me on the phone when we have been so close. You even sent my woman helper into ash pile. Time now for the payment John. ”

” The payment ?”

” Oh! yes. Can you guess what it is I have for you dear retired idiot you are?”

At this John James came out of his shell and his mind had cleared. He thought of his dear wives ordeal and his safety as he smiled as if he had a plan ready out of this.

It did not unsettle his companion but it did register. “I have a way now to make you see why your here now. ” From the folds of his long coat came a set of diamonds that sparkled in the lamp glow “Here take them , a little sweetner for your wife. “He vanished into thin air. In his hand he had the biggest robbery ever in crime  .Then from bushes and trees came many policemen who grabbed him and lay him down on the floor handcuffed.

‘So lads we have the proof these diamonds stolen from the house of Lord Seftonly last year had us all on the go. And it was you of course who lost that case James. Detective Sir John James your under arrest. ” The Chief Super shook his head in disbelief and Sir John was led away. No use saying anything yet he let them lead him to the cells.

‘ Can I act as visitor to see him or not?”

“Doctor Dee we are all shocked by this but ,yes of course, you may see Sir John in his cell. ”

‘ Thank you dear friend.”

“Say nothing I know almost all of it. I called on you .Your wife told me you have gone for a walk down the Embankment. I hid when i saw that vampire appear from nothing. I was too far off to hear it all but he handed you those diamonds.Why , is my only question?”

” You see he is the one who did this to my wife. He is also the one who blames me for burning to ash his aid and lover. So suddenly he hands me and wills me to take hold on the diamonds and vanished leaving me holding the baby. From all over police came and Im here under arrest and only you know my story. ”

” Talk of vampires in court and they will laugh you out of your pension mate.”

‘ Of course but what can I do but get him in here.”

” He is evil itself you know that. As he said this is payback. Outwit him is the only way. ”

‘My word just thought. Yes we arrange a meet in here. He will gloat over it. You set up cameras well out of sight .Any false move and hes gone from sight and sound. ”

” Great but what is the reason. just to get him to say he set you up. ”

” Not exactly. I need to get him talking on record by asking him what else I can do to make up for the ash pile. He may take the bait he likes talking about himself. ”

“Ok sounds a bit risky but yes may work. Not much else in your favour old son.”

‘I did hope for your help you know. ”

” Say no more.You have it. Now rest no more we can do before one of us sorts a plan out. Sleep well Detective. ”

The night fell as darkened cloak over his eyes as sleep the master of peace fell over him. Outside in the foray of time past the street silent and unaware of evil stood the aged old servant of Satan himself. He watched the building were inside sleeping Sir John lay out of the hard wooden planked bed. The cell of bars stone walls not a prison make nor iron bars a cage. Not for a Vampire at any rate.

He lay in the cell eyes closed the Vampire stood over him but Sir John rammed a silver neck cross into his arm. There was a howl that could wake the dead and he was gone. He knew now what protection he needed. The blood still on the cross Dee at the door of sell.

‘What in heavens name was that noise my lad. ”

‘No time to talk .Here take this for DNA test . We may find something. Take it Dee its Vampire blood. ”

Through the iron bars the good doctor took hold of the silver cross at best he could. By morning he had DNA that confused him greatly.

Back in the cells with Sir John in the cage he released the information.

“Bat blood,really Dee?”

” Remarkable as its sounds.Yes bat blood it is. So that old legend is true eh!’

“What do bats do that we need to know about.?”

Dark in the corner dumb as a dog sat the Chief Super but now emerging in full police uniform started the pair.

” Great Scot sir. What a way of joining us.” expelled the good Doctor.

‘ So as I thought this is how you ended up arrested. Bloody Vampires again. Bats blood Doctor?”

” Yes strange as it sounds.”

“No not really considering we are dealing with Vampires yet again. I left you in this sell because Sir John you could not trust me with the truth. I knew you did not steal those diamonds. You were here that day of that robbery. I left you in cells for your own protection mate.”

“Sorry sir your arrest was enough for me not to say another word. You see this one is on my case as I turned his lover to ash on London Bridge. Revenge is sweet they say. ”

‘Sweet that s it John. Bats love sweet things. “Gasped Dee.”

” They may do but poison will have no affect on him. Sweet or not. ”

“In the movies they drive wooded stakes into the heart, or is that poppycock too?”

‘I expect so Sir. We need what worked before. That silver cross. She had been shot and was withering old as she slumped down silver bullet in her gut. What turned her to was ash this simple silver cross my mother gave me as a gift at school all those years ago. Need silver bullets Sir.”

“Will he come here as he will know wont he?”

” If you keep me in here, no; dare say he will think me under arrest and with no outside contact as I was arrested as planed by him, by police of my own department.”

“Then so be it. Ill get you silver bullets for that pistol of yours. Stay put work out the plan to get him in here.” With that Chief Super left the cells.

“So at least your out of danger on charges detective.”

“Yes happy about that Dee but more concerned over being dead.”

As promised the Chief brought the two silver bullets from the Army Silversmith. The plan was fixed all they had to do was wait.

Day two nothing happening. James knew that what this evil spirit desired most was his body to occupy. He wanted him to suffer first. Mostly right in his thoughts the Vampire was waiting only for the sentence to be set. They in the police office and cell could not know this but by slim chance it happened over Chief Supers head.

“Your day in court has come Sir John. Follow me we have a lawyer waiting to brief you sir. .”

” This came from the top room did it?”

” IM not at liberty to say. Handcuffs must be on. The prisoner is ready to move. Open the gates.”

Chief Super hid his face as he was lead out to the interview room. At this moment the Vampire appeared and shocked the whole police floor.

“So your mine now .Not wanted by your own and fated to be mine come John smile its your best of bests live forever with me as master. My plan worked as smoothly as water flows. The doctor slipped the pistol into Johns belt as his handcuffs were removed and in seconds gun smoke filled the room. As it cleared the whole room saw a young man fade into old age before their eyes. The face crumble to dust and the scream from the typist pool echoed across London. The man of no name was but dust on the floor. Dee rushed forward to collect it all up. Not a spot left on the marble stone floor. Sir John looked at Dee.” Its over dear friend .We won. ” The Chief Super came forth to shake the detectives hand. The Lawyer looked at top brass and all left the room save Dee and the detective.

“Retirement sounds good now ill bet.”

” After this no doubt Ill start a garden as she wants me to do.Dee never forget were I ,live ,will you dear man. ”

” Always dear Friend. Go home and hug that woman of yours. You have both been in the wars. All here now the truth of what you did to rid evil from the world but best say nothing outside. If i was you Sir John.”

Without effort he handed his pistol to the doctor patted him on the back and left via the main door of Scotland Yard to hail a taxi home. On his mind a poem he had read in youth.

Rise,like lions after slumber
in unvanquishable number ,
shake your chains to earth like dew
which in sleep had fallen on you;
ye the many -they are few.

For now those words of Shelley made him stronger for fewer still they are ,He thought and smiled.

No record of any case of vampire hunting ever came to light. The public will never know that they exist ,best kept that way. Sir John lived happily and finally became a gardener with help of a caring wife. No more will the story tell .Peace lay over the city that men such as he helped to protect. We will never know their names who serve us behind the walls of silence on the subject of security of the English speaking world.

Thank you all for being with me here. God be with us all.

Always yours, Sir Kevin.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2020.

The vapour ,a case for Sir John James

‘So your back .Retirement not to your taste John.”

‘ May say that Chief Inspector.” He smiled and sat down on the desk edge. ‘You say Lenny was released and that he now came close to killing me. ” The smile still on his lips for Detective John James nothing would stop him bringing back in the criminal who had painted his name across the front of James house front not two nights before.

The uniform branch had lost Lenny Preston at this point in time had no clue or lead to his whereabouts.

‘He wasted no time announcing his return. What an hour after release he is at your place Sir. ”

“Jones relax im just detective James,Recall it do you?”

” Officially your Sir John James. Recall your Knighted ,do you Sir John.”

” Touche I think Sir John suites you detective. Need me ill be upstairs.” The Chief left the room and Jones handed him the photo of interest he had in his uniform top pocket.

” Who took this?” sparked the detective about to pick up the phone to ring his wife.

“WPC Jenny Adams Sir. Took it in Oxford Street about an hour since. Lenny knew she took his image entering the taxi. Reg of that cab I have .”

‘ Good work tell her Jones. Number.”

“Here sir.”

“So it belongs to Stan Armstrongs lot. All start with ST. And not the Saint.”

” He is no Saint sir. Ill call on him to interview that driver. May shed light?”

“Lenny is no fool Jones. He is not called the Vapour for nothing. ”

” No guess he is a hard man to locate. last time I arrested him was over that diamond robbery in Eastmans Row.”

” He wanted to be caught. Four years inside he went for the chance to kill Freddy the mouth. And he did somehow just a day before his release. Found the body an hour later. All cars after Lenny failed as he has vanished. ”

” Not quite he was painting my wall for me hour after getting out. Where were Flying Squad then ?”

” Chasing someone else sir. Lenny is the man now. Cant say he can vanish but his work shows he sort of fades it to the crowd so well we are at a loss to grab him. ”

‘ Thats it Jones. He goes out in disgiuse not inwards. That is his trick Im sure of

it. ”

The day was crowded with phone calls and only at 3pm could Detective James ring his wife at home to reassure her he was working. For that very morning he was sure they would not take him back. From the desk he clipped on the badge and proudly walked out onto the pavement when some one on a bicycle pushed a note into his jacket and sped away around the building corner. James read its working .Typed not hand written. It told him if he was on the case of Lenny Preston he was a dead man walking.

Later that same day Prestons body came down the River from Mortlake on the tide.

“My word seems we have found the Vapour lads. What now Detective Sir John. ?”

“Sir just Detective will do in working hours. Yes it is Lenny Preston I identify him as such. Shot in the stomach .Horrid slow death. Then who sent me this I wonder?”

‘ This was handed to you you say. Bit strong what!”

” Bit fatal id say sir.”

” If not Preston then who else is on your trail Detective?”

The office was in darkness as he sat in the desk chair thinking it out. The phone jumped into life shattering the silence of his mind. ” yes James here. Who?” He placed the receiver down on the phone buttons cutting off the call. It soon rang again but he was out of the office racing back home.
He arrived by taxi just 30 minutes too late as his wifes body lay on the lawn under the glare of street lights.

He fell to his knees at her side mouth wide open he gasped and unwilling the scream came up from deep inside as load as a lion. He called her name ,held up her head and cried his eyes out telling her how much he loved her. Dead still in his arms cold to the touch he held her close as Flying Squad surrounded the scene.
From his side a voice told him “Let loose Horatio. Let me see what is not and what is.”
He knew it was the pathologist his friend but he could not move a muscle. Police helped the detective to his feet trying to confort in any way they could as rain soaked the Doctors looked puzzled. Then the pathologist spoke. “She has been injected with something to put her in coma state. Horatio dear man .She is not dead. ”
In disbelieve Sir John James fell to his wifes side and kissed her in joy.

‘Not Dead then” his voice in a short of echo in his head.

” Let the doctors work. Im a man if your dead they are the men for life Sir John. Dare say she will be back to normal soon. Could be a drug that can freeze the body down to look like death. Ill reserve judgment on that for now.”

The ambulance arrived and as she was lifted by the paramedics on to a stretcher He saw an envelope under her on the wet ground. Quickly he tore the top off pulling the letter inside out in same motion.

“So now you know I can kill you both at any time. Be warned stay retired or face judgement in front of me. ”

He was angered by this and looked all round him hoping to see who did this too him. Then so much activity and sirens he saw nothing but felt he was being watched.

Over the course of the night she came too. She turned her head and there he was, at her side. ‘John your ok! He said he will kill us both soon. ”

“You saw him dear?” He gasped.

” No only on the phone and someone came behind me. I saw his face in the mirror for a brief second .Then all went black.”

” Who was it you saw?”

” Dont know. Some small faced man darkish hair mustache and beady pale blue icy eyes.Never seen him before John. ”

“rest now dearest .Your safe dont worry ill sort this out myself. Who ever it is we know we have two of them at least now. So grateful you are alright.”

Police guard around her room James went back to his office to write a report. The phone rang he picked it up and a voice spoke. ‘Who are you?” He asked.

” Let us say I am the ghost of Christmas past. You caused the death of my wife and hurt me more than I can say. I told you walk away your retired .The bullet I fired at you was not meant to kill you only to get you a pension and lay you up. Seems your stronger than I assumed. Well! John this time I will not miss. Goodbye hope your wife recovers .Then we cant be too careful.Can we. Toodle loo.”

The call could not be traced and so down went the receiver. He decided to spend time with his wife and let the caller think he had taken the advice. From his desk he took the revolver and shells with him.

For six weeks all was peaceful and they had a homely time. News on tv showed a bank robbery in East End of London .A murdered man in Manchester and not much else. Sir John sipped on the hot tea his wife had made but his mind was back on duty. His 55 birthday loomed and all preparation made for it by all who loved him. In a way he rather liked his pipe and slippers day but work hung over him like a beggars shawl.

” Seems your dear lady was injected with something I have no record of John. Sorry and all of that but she is alive which is a bonus. This case is becoming clear we are dealing with an educated lot.”

“You think do you Doctor Dee that I dont know that.”

” Dont take that to heart doctor our Sir John is not himself.”

” No Chief Super he is not and he cant recall my first name even.”

The case was that someone demanded he retired finally and death came as result if he failed to agree. Who the devil was it that was doing this to him. He collected his pens and left the office. In time he arrived at his door .In the side of the rose arch a white paper stood to be noticed. He read it slowly. It said “Good boy enjoy life as retirement is yours. Not a word more. ”


Copyright Kevin Parr Bt.

Who was Piers Plowman?

A quest I have delved into from time to time all my life. In 1360 a poet named William Langland penned a book entitled Viso Willelmi de Petro Ploughman. It was to change the land of England and belief of all common folk who could read.

Many heard it read to them by clerics. I have a copy of this work and value the texts. For many who have no word of this man I may start with your permit to relate a short account of who he is thought to be. Born in Ledbury near Shrewsbury in 1330 he started working life as a labourer in the fields. He had the knack to tell interesting tales to the unread. Clerics employed him teaching him many things and his poetry began. Later in life he is living in Bristol singing prayers to rich men relating poetry and living as he could. We know he owned property so he was not poor. His writings fall into what we call Middle English a sort of leaving of the French the rich spoke and German through the Saxon settlements. A small amount of Viking too made a bond of the common orders a language of the poor. It evolved slowly at first as a sort of Cockney slang but with real words that way it made the servant and tradesman able to talk and leave out the mighty rich with pure French that language of England for 500 years.
In time each and every man would learn the new common language made as code spoken as fact and written down as it expanded into use. Maybe the first real account was as late as Mister James Boswell aid to Samuel Johnson writing down each and every word of English in a Bath city coffee shop called Slaughters Coffee House in the 18th century. The English Dictionary it was named. Only say 500 years had it taken to build a common language but what was left out Johnson filled in for certain. Many words he invented over coffee to keep him awake.

But going back in time again by 1450 it was used by all. French and German had welded together mixed in the pot Viking and a language listed as English as late as 1500. Some say earlier by we are guided by books and William Langlands book deals in the Middle struggles of English as an entirely new concept.

Many have written on this. Prof. Hall. The study of Middle English was my bible at University. I have it still as ref. My language was taught me from babyhood by loving parents. As we all learn what we call English today. For me I needed to know why so many words spelt differently sounded the same but meaning so far apart. I was able to discern later in life through books like Piers vision and Langlands step (Passus in Latin.) why of writing a language that in part I could see was more than one language going on. For those you may now dash out to buy a copy of Langlands work from BBC OR Oxford Press I will say best buy the English modern version.

It tells of a simple Poughman in the fields who was risen as a sort of Christ figure to lead the people into righteous ways and seek God by prayer. It is in 3 parts and allegorical narrative unryhymed allernate verse. In it are prayers for the dead, a way of truth and a look at England as it was between 1360-1390.

It was John Dryden who called Geoffrey Chaucer the father of English language. That said Chaucer had the King as brother in law so William Langland may be the true father of the new age of English. I find his work a good walk with the people of that period. To read it in unabridged pages is hard but worth looking at.Even Chaucer Canterbury tales is in Middle English. One can see words being made before our eyes in both of these early works.

Bits of German too can be detected and translated by research.How a language started that one day would be spoken all over the world is here in the words of a writer evolving from French into the way we speak today. Without such bravery would we even know who we are.
The Rich did not wish to leave the French spoken in power and trade for a peasants code of words but they had to learn it eventually and that marked the start of a national serge of a far simpler more exact language for all. It will never have the beauty of French description nor the deeper meaning of German but what it will do is do away with male and female meanings for wooden chairs and dustbins. Such out of the window gives us true freedom to craft a language that in fact runs the internet,travels the world, is spoken as far away as India and New Zealand and the Great vast lands of Australia and Canada as far out as China and Japan, as the Earth is made, it will be spoken.

An Empire built on it where the sun never sets is not as may be so the lands under it but the words of a language that has won the world never seizes to amaze me that by the vision Of Langland who could not have known when he spent 30 years writing his tale that one day, long after his death, the language he managed to learn as new code would one day be spoken my billions of peoples all over this world.

Thank you all for being with me here. God be with you all. Each one of us make the world today; lets make it happy. Yours always Sir Kevin.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2020 August 16th, noon of the day.

Detective John James last case

The day was hot .It was June 18th Waterloo day to him. For the rest of the office who now drank his health over retirement sat chatting about old times. His injuries healed as best they could he now had time to thank them all before the Chief Super marched into office one.
‘Ah! Detective James himself. All happy now are we ?”

‘Hello Sir thanks but Id rather be back here really.”

‘I too would like to see you back here but lets face it James. Doctors say it is a no no. Retired full pension man your better off than all of us now. Enjoy the time at home man.”
The phone suddenly broke the silence as someone on the other end shouted Help me. Officer Pendle was on the call.

‘Seems sir he ,that is the caller Fred Perry said he has been attacked by a wolf.”

‘Perry the Tennis ace?”
‘ No Sir hes dead .This one is scared to death.”

“Get his details and keep me in the loop. Nice to see you James old man. Keep smiling good day to you all Ill be upstairs in my office if needed. ”

The Super left and the office mumbled “Wolf.”

‘In London ,never ever. Someones Wolf hound on the loose more likely.”
‘Mind if I tag along .Not to interfere just as not much else to do .Mowed my lawn four times if a week so bored with it all. ”

“Dont see what harm it can do. Just dont get in the way John.”

The team went out to walk the distance to the city flats. Inspector drove direct to hospital to see that man who was mauled. John James at his side. They stood at the bottom end of his bed.

‘So what happened Fred. In your own words.” Asked Inspector Jones.

“I was sittin watchin BBC News on tele when through my open window came this massive black dog. Bit me in the hand as I was so terrified I tried to stop it. Must have conked out. See the bite.” He offered his bandaged hand up as proof. Jones was interviewing had not seen James vanish .With the nurses he watched the xray of Perrys hand.

Jones had learned little from the man .He turned as James returned. ‘You live in flat 54 sir is that correct .”

‘Yes 54 lived there now lest see . Mary died in May four years give or take mate.”

“54 tell me which floor that is on.”

“5th floor of course.”Replied the man.

Outside the ward on way out Jones asked why James had interfered. He had not himself discovered that much but regarded James as an outsider now.

‘Sorry could not help to take an interest.You do see it dont you.Perry says he was attacked by a large black wolf that entered his flat through an open window on the floor five. That is the Wolf ran up a straight wall some 70 foot high to reach his victim Jones.’

” He must be deluded.’

” If he on his left hand is bearing dog teeth marks so large it is scaring me what this case may leads to.”

‘My God its you .You had so many of this type of case your back after sixteen months of nothing like it and in ten minutes we find a Werewolf. ”

” Or not. Maybe a Werewolf but what if someone knew I was back and set this up?”

” Who knows your back .You only called in for us to say our goodbyes and here you are at start of case. ”

“Quite correct I am at start so may well finish it Jones.”

“Best see what the Super says mate?”

‘Well ill bag that piece of hair thank you .Bag please.”

“Looks dog like to me. Here dont say I dont care”

“Thanks for that. Yes it is animal hair. Black and greasy. You missed the scratch marks on that window ledge too.”

” Blimey so I did. I saw that rips in that chair cushion though. ”
‘ We say he had time to pick up that cushion to defend himself. No other way that cushion would be in that state if not. Bag it Jones maybe DNA on it. ”

“DNA from a wolf? Unless you do think its not just a wolf.”

” After working three cases of vampires real why shudder at the possible chance that man can change into evil. ”

Back in Scotland Yard Jones gave a verbal report to the Chief Super who than flew down stairs to see for himself who had dared to act in this case.

‘ Ah! so Jones is right you decided to act on your own behalf .I though I told you your retired James. Go home.”

‘I am a member of the public now as you say .One that has just solved yet another of your cases.Then as you do not care to see me Good bye all. ”

‘ Er! hang on John. Case solved in less than an hour”

” Yes I can tell you what led to this case. ”

‘ A werewolf is it man. Bit rich ,even for you id say.’

” Werewolf, yes real and evil. Then drugs bring on all sorts of imagines.”

“Drugs you say. What drugs change a man into a bloody wolf for Gods sake.’

No drug I am aware of. I said drugs brought on a werewolf yes. You see our friend had injected himself with stuff tampered with. In the darkness his failing mind dreamed on the fear of attack. Someone clawed at him and result was he had a bad trip. He has needle marks all down his arms showed me he was a heavy drug artist. Tracks like that lead to many visions. I think we need to arrest Joey the Hammer from over at Fulham Road bus station where he sells the drugs. He will have some explaining to do. ”

Two hours later John James was phoned at home. It was a short call and his wife noticed the facial expression as he placed the phone back on the holder.
” So they want you back then dear.”

” No. No, that was Buckingham Palace. I am to be Knighted my love”

Pearson of Kendal Westmorland

Not much in the name, no one hows him . Yet Sam Pearson died in Kendal flat in Stricklandgate in 1909. A silent sort of chap who walked to market for his food each day. Until he didnt. Died in his sleep an old sad man no one every can recall talking to.

In fact we could leave it at that until day after all was in care of funeral home someone opened Pearsons trunk stored away in the attic. Trooper Pearson charged the guns at Balaclava  in 1854 as a 16 year old soldier.Having been shot from his horse Pearson had crawled across the mud to mount another horse and returned to his lines. Surgeon had saved him but loss of blood had him out for the count. He woke and heard the bugle call to arms and so rushed out bandages flowing behind him. In the last minutes of war he saved two of the regiment by dragging them out of harms way behind dead horses from the first charge. He was decorated by The Queen herself and Pearons paybook and medal  gave the story away to history.  He was born in nearby Morecambe in1839 died 30 miles from birthplace in a dark one room bed sit. He had charged with the Light Brigade as a horse trooper. Little wonder he talked to no one he must have been able to look after himself and all else alien to his aged eyes.  A marvelous man who not a soul around him knew a thing about him. At  he walked the half mile to market each day for his bread and milk. A tear came unto me telling this sad history for I would have loved to have spoken with him. Then he died before my own birth. he was my age 70 but 70 then would be 100 now I expect. From his last photo I found he never looked 70.


I too would not have know of him if an army record I was researching of my ancestor another Kendal man called Sir John Parr who died of wounds four days later after that charge that was glorious but not war said the Russians. It had been a gross mistake but still that brave thunderous charge is the stuff that makes us British .

205_la carica della cavalleria inglese a Balaclava
205_la carica della cavalleria inglese a Balaclava

I turned to local newpaper reports of that day There this story lay hidden in the files of yore. History yes a tall tale no as his grave is in Kendal for those who may visit that old grey town look for Pearson and read for yourself carved in his date of birth and his death Says he changed at the guns in Crimea fighting Russians.


index Trooper Pearson in 1860

imagesLast know photo of Trooper Pearson.

Kendal parks cemetery Kendal Cumbria England he can be found today his grave says it all . Brave man who spent his last days in my town back home.

Yours Sir K.

copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2020.

Letter from Latvia

Out of the gray sullen mists of a Latvian forests came the shrill scream of distant remorse. Lost in legends this wraith of spirit of the wilds is said by many to be the warning sound that announces that death of a Baron. Here in the green flat landscapes of rural Latvia know as Lettland through out lost centuries it is the land of the Lett and the tribes of Germanic Kelts.Riga the capital was built by German Knights and traders.



Riga showing the old airship hangars since then international markets .Each massive glass and iron building houses food stuffs in sections and finest goods in European trade can be found alongside an array of good Latvian grown and fattened goods. Many stalls set out in lanes inside and outside of buildings give every chance for every pocket. You can buy anything you desire here for that table and kitchen.  All you need is good legs and lots and lots of time. Breakfast and coffee cafes in every corner even a good dinner can be found. we shop and rest .meet up with friends and have a good day being happy with what one can buy. Supermarkets have nothing on this place. Even though at times we use them too. The oldest town part dates back to 1200 but my favourite is oldtown itself.

indexPart of Riga old town.

This tale is of a noble Baron of Tutonic birth. His roots deep in the past of Knight from Germany who formed bands of robbers and when rich enough built their castles in Latvian vales and mounds to protect the stolen lands of their bloodline. The Castles built around 12th century to 14th.

Baron Hesstle was something of a gardener in mind and so we find his mighty gardens all grown over  today. Occupation of German army and in 1945 the Russian over lords brought down the idea of Churhills words of fear for the Baltic lands when he said an Iron Curtain has fallen over Europe .One that will not be lifted in our life times.God help them.

Russia wrecked the property and heritage of Baltic nations and Latvia death camps existed and can still be seen. Many parents torn form children marched to trains to be sent to salt mines in Siberia. Homes given to Russian peasants with jobs on land of those dead Latvian families. Never a free live for youth right up to today many have never heard of King Arthur or movies with Errol Flynn or even Micky Rouke.

The legend of death is perhaps the fate waiting for those who perished in Siberian cold. However the forests today are not as many as then as Baltic timber was sold all over the world as best. Now old forests exist less but can be found easily on walks. A land of beauty wrapped into a mantle of such a bitter past.


That Baron died in his sleep long ago in 1900. He was the last of the Tutonic Knights of old.  His family grave iron fenced in all holy state .Stones carved with names and dates but ransacked by grave robbers, bones strewn over the plot and ivy breaking stones makes it hard to read the brass inserted information. Latvian poor thought jewels worth the effort of midnight pillage of the dead but revealed nothing. So the wrecking of graves was revenge. Sad but people will stop at nothing to be rich. All the riches on earth can be the chains of woe around your own neck ,forever weighing you down, down to your broken knees. Latvia is hot summered and little rain some years and in others warm wet and English in style. Mostly it s in the 90f all day. Winters same .In past cold Siberian Artic down to 30cel minus. If snow falls it can be deep but protective of garden plants. Not that Gardens as English or Americans know as Gardens though it is possible to build them in true classical fashion if dedicated and skilled.


Here it is free and easy in the main and many many other nationals from other nations flock here as it used to be very cheap. Not so now but still cheaper than well occupied counties such as said .  I would say food is cheaper so they have it right one can live well with a little planing.

Jobs are not all well paid and even though Government have raised the average wage up to 450 euro a month for unskilled only self employment is on offer for the average no skilled. Saying that a Doctor is on less pay here than a Milk man in England.  Pensions robbed by previous Governments pay out now poor to starvation levels . 120 euro per month is average level of pay. Many I have spoken to on less. A man called Dom Brosky a now EU minister is blamed for the pension raids on Latvian workers many tell me. Brosky was in Latvian department before gaining a place in EU.


For many who come here it can be an eye opening situation but with freedom financially those can expect a good life here more than many other countries on earth.  For the Latvians are friendly helpful and not a problem in the main though no one will work without some form of pay of course. One finds a bottle of something is the cost for some to cash per day for work for many others.


There is a wide divide here between the city life and income to countryside which is poor to down and out. No life outside Riga Valmera or Sessis. Cities lager than villages smaller than a town in England. Long open lands between all places tends to have effect on locality. Costs in these towns can be higher than countryside but some can be cheaper in some areas of value.  Latvia boasts one of the best coastline in Europe .Blue sea ocean and 70 kilometers of white sand bay around a cobalt none salt natural Riga Bay. Forests all over help to protect both land and sea here. A public place at weekends yet any day in the week in hot summer one can find the sand empty of people at work. Local folk hardly go but City people drive out to fill the beaches all weekend. I have walked it all .Red sandstone cliffs to Riga shops and bus back home exhausted from market bus terminus. Cost of 2 euro 23 cents one way 50 miles the way bus goes.


Red deer Elks and badgers wild hawks and now Russian brown bears hunt in deep forest but hardly ever are seen. One morning in April last year I opened my curtains to see two massive horned Elks wander over my lawns .Him and Her just ambling over the land .Lovely sight so massive and peaceful. I went to inspect later not a single proof they had ever been there. I have a pair of read legged Grouse come through iris bed into lawn and watch me feed them standing stock still. Once I go to place to watch them behind glass doors in lounge they feed and bob around before off again through flowerbeds to forest I think. See than often in early summers.


My near neigbour over the fields has had an attack of wild boar take a row of potatoes out of his veg gardens, making a bad mess too. Yet to date over 8 years never seen a boar here as too near the road and boars come from wild forest right into his gardens where we are some two miles off him.


Today from early morning stair rods of heavy rain making it cooler and garden plants dont need my efforts today. Having built an arts and craft pleasure gardens on 3 acres and walled gardens gated folly gardens on 2 acres with massive gates that may terrify wild animals thankfully even the veg gardens at side of house are not touched by man or beast. I also have a brick columned iron gated hen yard and palace for my Chinese Pekin Bantams all golden and bright eyed. I allow them out onto one lower lawn at 5pm for last hour grass nibble for doctor greens keeps well fed girls in good shape .

So for now that is it really. Latvia brews top notch beers that cost about 67 cent a litre in cans or bottles.Less than 30 pence. Not a drinker or smoker myself just thought to mention its why so many Swedish coaches pilled in to our area not just for its natural beauty but for the very cheap drinks. Shop keeper are happy to see and greet them.

Thank you for reading my account, as seen by me alone.

Yours always Sir K

COPYRIGHT 2020 KevinParr Bt

Detective James under fire; conclusion.

The sunset over Waterloo Bridge as  old man Thames river sparkled red and lovely passing by under his gaze. It was a sad Chief Constable thinking of the near death account of his friend Detective John James. Was it over.  He would only know in the morning and that was a weight to carry. He waked the embankment watching the sun set before taking the cab ride back home.Another day in the city was over.

” Good morning boss.Any news?”
“No not as yet. Case for you on that desk Jones. I could ring Middlesex hospital. What ward was it Jones?”

He was about to pick up the receiver as Doctor Dee wandered in to the main office.’ No need I have just come from ward 2 .He is out of danger they said he needs rest. Bullet passed through his lung you see no way can they patch it up.  Breathing is a problem which ever way it goes. ”

” They will retire him then Doctor?”

” Not my bag to share is it ?”

“Then thanks for the news Dee, best get on with it, take my mind off the horror of it all.”

“Indeed but the bullet I have as evidence matches the slug that killed Rita .Find that .38 and you have who shot our friend the good Detective James.”


He slowly turned and walked out back to his lab. The phone burst into life cutting through the barrier of silence like the echo of machine guns in 1917.

The call from staff upstairs gave them first clue. A hand gun had been found in the mens toilets blocking the water flush and found by janitor at 8.23am that day.


‘Right you Jones go and bring that pistol back from Fenchurch rail station .It can be we have all the staff fingerprints on it. Speak to Harry Waterman hes the janitor who discovered it. Someone couldnt pull the chain in the loo. get on with it then man we have a department to run. ”

The streets of London full of public figures rushing this way and that in an effort to go no place. Jones came back with a .38 Smith and Wesson hand gun in a specimen bag. In the barrel Dee tipped out three rounds and took the gun to his test station and fired one round into the barrel of sand.  In moment it under the microscope revealed it was the very gun used to fire the bullets into Rita and later into James.  Fingerprints showed at least 12 sets of fingers had held this gun. They looked at Dee for help.


‘Not a grain on use but the bullets were loaded by someone.If no one fiddled with them we may still be lucky. ”

The bullet fired and shell plus the able round in the barrel chamber revealed nothing.Cleaned and left to be found by someone who either wanted to finger a killer or perhaps just puzzle the police a bit more.


Detective James came around at 3,34pm. In the mist before his eyes he slowly saw a vision before him .She leaned over him to build up his pillow saying :Arnt you the lucky one.” She was fresh and crispy white starched and nurse like .He relaxed as her slight scent of Chanel drifted near his nose. If only he could focus,

The morgue was still and silent as Dee tried hard to think. The corpse of Rita had gone for burial the empty slabs rare in this room lay accusingly as he sat ta his desk .Then it hit him. The water tank lid many have prints and only Harry the Janitor and if any other print is found we have the killer,or at least who left the gun there. He picked up the phone at announced it all to Chief Constable who organized it with department.

The fingerprint gang arrived half hour later as police manned the toilet door. Six sets of prints one Harry Waterman the others to sort out on interpol list and office print room.

By noon Detective James sat up in bed feeling almost himself. Nurse Julie Haskins at his side again. “So sir how is your wound in the neck coming on. We can change bandages and maybe you will feel more comfy.”

James looked up at her and he knew for the first time in his life that she was the one for him. She smiled and sang sweetly to take his mind off the gaping hole in his neck. It was nicely healing .The bullet had passed through. He could speak and that was a good sign. She did her duty and left him to see to another. He watched her every move which kept him very involved with nurse Julie until flashes came before his eyes .Red jaguar black windows. He was looking at the gun man through a half opened window. He tried to bring his face to him but all he could see was the flash of metal and the fire from the gun flashed before him again. She looked back .He was asleep again. She smiled and went about her duties happily.

“So the gun is registered to a company we know. get the cars around Adams fast,”

The ride through to East End took an age in the mind of police inside that car. Armed up and able they pulled up and marched into to Lenny the Jewelers shop.

‘whats this about then?

‘Lenny dear man we meet again.”

“Your the copper that put my daughter away for life, you bastard no help from me.”

” Really Lenny, murder is murder and your Gill went down for killing her friend for her car. Now come with us. Jones pack up whats in his safe. Key Lenny or we blast the bloody door off it.”

The contents a tray of diamonds worth some half million on sale. A gun loaded Glock and box of shells. A small metal rod and a box containing a set of photos of Rita Coleman the murdered woman.

Dee examined the box fingerprinted with no match to anything. Only Lenny. The hand reached the rod. Picked it up and gave it all he had but it was just a brass like metal rod. He looked at the five photos of Rita shopping in some supermarket. He need the mind of James for this he knew that. He moved the rod and box out of his way as the rod rolled it opened into a silencer. Dee amazed at the workman ship gloved as always took it up to PC Jones and Detective Adams.

No one had seen anything like it ever. Lenny said little of any use but when faced with the gun and silencer fixed he came clean. He hid it for Peter the Painter a hit man for Prestons gang.  This Peter had been brought in for a job by Preston. His target Detective John James.

“Did he murder Rita too?”

“Want to go as police witness I can tell you a bit more rest will be what I think happened.”

” Deal can be made if your info leads to arrest.”

” It will . Rita got in the way. More when deal is done.Protection new name and full story of what I know happened. Deal first if Preston finds out even in prison he will kill me dead out here.”

‘ France, new name and set up as Jewel dealer honest trade of we tell French police. Best we can offer. Better be a good story we can act upon.Fire away Lenny.”

“In writing signed by above and clear my shop for me to move as I cant can I ?”

The thing was now in full swing .He told his tale that nailed some twenty top drawer criminals.

At this moment Detective James was able to sit back up in bed. His nurse came to feed him and feeling helpless she knew he was not comfortable being served.  Here was a man of action of kindness and duty she started to feel his power and his eyes told her he liked her. Not a word was said but they both knew the future at that moment together.

‘So you say Preston from prison brought in this German Peter the painter just to kill our Detective James .Rita was able to see the execution of a gangland drugs dealer called Gordon Miles. Why was he snuffed then Lenny?”

” He owed money to Preston been skimming to pot. Cant do that and live you see.”

“Shot by whom and where .Supermarket car part Id guess but who pulled the trigger on both victims. Give than the name and your free to go. ”

” No cant leave here now my shop.”
” you can sit in the cells .Your shop is now being searched but really stored into a furniture van marked police. By now maybe ready to ship by container with all you home and workshop gone from London cleaned out by police raids. You can be taken upstairs for new passport new identity and vanished within the hour. My promise you stay under the radar and your safe for life. Understand as much as a driving fine for speed and they may find you. ”

” Yes and thank you. Your man is on his way to collect that tray of diamonds from my safe at 5pm tonight. He will be at my shop. Peter the painter is also called The Shark by those you book his services on the deep web.  I have met him only once but he is noticed . Nothing to look at but eyes dark and eyes as lifeless as a shark look right into your soul as meat only. He is a complete killing machine Id say. ”
“Where did you meet him?”

“Last month at a party in Marylebone. Given by some big wig in Government .Not my scene really but had to deliver a necklace to madam Preston who was accompanied by the Shark. ”

‘Was he introduced?”

” Not to me I am just a delivery boy. No it was Prestons wife who let it out to her daughter Carina as he was in ear shot leaving by the side door .”

At 5pm Detective James was out of bed on a stick being aided by Nurse and doctors as he made his first steps and breathed in air. In East end The shark was captured and finger prints sent to Interpol. In the cell this arch criminal opened his veins with a glass shard from the crushed water jug. . He was bleeding to death but doctors attended to revive him successfully. Interpol had been on his tracks for four years but he had always vanished. The killer had been captured and jailed read for Interpol to take charge on this international murderer.

James had survived .The hole in his neck had healed and nothing damaged.Not so the hole in his lung.  The Police board decided to retire him on full pension as awarded top detective by Police top brass. He married his nurse and bought a house in Surrey with gardens to work in.  All was fine happy and best days of his life and hers. Until a call came offering John James consultancy job from home as police needed his brain on cases even now.  He looked at her hard as he told her.Julie James was on his side and he loved her with all his heart.

So that must be it for now. Hope you will read my blogs and enjoy is all I ask of you.

Yours Sir Kevin.

Copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2020 July 23rd



Detective James under fire.

The view across to the hotel was all he could see from the window in his tiny room. Laying out on the new made linen bed clothes his bed so comfy he slept.Slept for the first time in days on this case.

The alley between Detective John James and the next shanty hotel along Paton Row had guests. Two men with pistols slowly slid up the narrow stair to James room. Hearing the creak of dry floor boards James awoke and from the pillow drew the gun from under his head just in time as the bedroom door burst open .Before anything they could do James had shot them both dead.

The Guard on the hotel opposite was at the window when James turned to look. He waved to say all was good and waited for the signal. It came to say witness asleep. James was not sure and raced from the room over the bodies on the corridor. Something had clicked in his mind.

Inside of witness protection the hotel room where Rita Coleman was being held was empty.The police man dead and so down the stairs he fled as the car sped away he wrote down the registration and fumbled for the mobile phone in his pocket. One call left on the charge and he got trough with trace just long enough to make it work. Back at his desk ten minutes later.

” So welcome back sir ,coffee in the kitchen if your wanting one.”

” Good man Hastings. Yes thanks one sugar, no milk. ”

” That reg sir traced to one Johann Berk an antique dealer Old Kent Road. ”

“Pick him up will you?”

“On the way in sir with PC Jones”

“Knew I could rely on you.”

” No trouble ,coffee .”

‘Lovely thanks. ”

“So who are they sir.’

“Search me. Heard them on the stairs aimed and fired as door flung back.”

” Bodies in morgue with Doctor Dee.”

“Good. I will take my coffee down to see him now.”

Down to the Morgue door he was welcomed by a very welcomed voice.

“Ah! Horatio dear dead eye  dick, both corpses shot clean in the fore head. ”

” Hello to you too Dee.”

“Yes. One is Perry Holister, son to boss of Mafia in West End. He will be pleased with you John.”

“And the other?”

“Not a clue as yet just another hired gun perhaps?”

“Must be something heavy to send his loved son to finish you off ?”

” They got way clean with only witness to the murder.”

” Yeap! afraid so”

Time rolled over and Dee discovered the dead man was none other than Richard the Cosh Dean. Famous gunman from New York. Detective James informed and the chase was on for the witness.

” Detective James New Scotland Yard let me through. ”

“Glad its you Horatio .Your hopes may be sunk meet Rita Colman ,that was. ”

” Any facts on what caliber that shell in her head is Dee?”

“Not a magician just a wizard in my lab. Tell you after I remove her brain. ”

Back at his desk the Chief Super at his elbow. “Let us talk James .The whole fish is out of the net is it?”


” Seem that way sir. ”

” Where are we now Detective.”

” Sunk unless-”

“Come on man what is in that fast mind of yours?”

” One chance sir. If Rita saw it happen maybe Tom her husband saw the same.Both at that counter each time I go on for fish and chips.”

“Yes indeed from the counter the window looks right out into the street. He may cough up as his wife is dead because of this. Revenge may be on his mind. ”

The walk into the fish and chips bar was not easy as all lights off and door locked at front.Side door led into the room behind. Head in hands sat Thomas Coleman.

John James walked over to the armchair to console the poor man.

” Sorry it came to this Tommy nothing can bring Rita back .Will you help me nail the bastards that did this. ”

It was no bedside manner but his head nodded yes and that was result needed so very badly. Tom was set in a cell with machine gun guards all four of them.One in cell with witness two in the corridor one at the very back in small room where anyone coming through that door at front of cells could never see him.

The hours ticked by and at eight next morning Tom was guarded to the court without incident.

By 10.44 am he had given his statement to cross examination. The court now in session.

‘The bullet in Rita Colemans head fitted the gun that Johhny Logan used in the robbery and under four hours of fast arguments as he took stand he broke down and fingered Mob boss Stan Preston as orders came from him direct.

Logan and Preston indited on six offenses of murder received three lifetimes of sentences at HMS pleasure.

“You did it again James .The top room send thanks.”

“No rise in pay just thanks sir. ”

” Coppers lot is not a happy one dear John. Keep the chin up good job old son.”

” Something like that sir. Fish and chips anyone.On top room as they pay the bills let them give us celebration dinner on the bloody cheap sir. ”

” Go on then we did put away the most dangerous crew ever out of East End of London even Crays could not have dealt with Mob boss Preston. Not for me Im off for dinner at the Ritz .Comes with rank john.

Rank ,he thought as he made his weary way to buy fish and chops for all. Then it happened and out of a passing car window two shots fired at Detective John James brought the good officer crashing down to meet the pavement as the red Jaguar speed away.


He lay in his blood for just a minute before PC Jones was at his side ringing Hospital assistance as officer down.

All sat shocked in the office silence at the loss of such a man. Dee raced up to learn the truth that his friend for nearly 20 years lay on an operating table fighting for life. One shell passed through his left lung. The other hit in in the neck.

“So we can only pray sir.”
Yes but we can also trace that car .Two witnesses saw what happened but in waiting room one. Get to it lads we cant help Detective James any other way.

Continued next week.

Thank you for joining us and hope you found it interesting.

Yours Sir Kevin.

copyright Kevin Parr Bt 2020 July 18th



Will the real Sir Francis Drake stand up.

Even this mans birth date is unknown. 1502 -1509 anyplace either side or between. He was one of 12 children born in Tavistock Devon on a farm belonging to the Earl of  Bedford   .

Drake loved the stories of his older cousin John Hawkins and at age of 15 took to aid John in what seems to have been transportation of Gold Coast African slaves. He then entered the navy and rose to rank of Captain soon after. Then craving expedition he sailed his own ship around the world anti clock wise into fame.

He was in fact in search of the truth was part of New world an island.  It was now he saw how Spanish sailors armed and able robbed the Inca Indians of gold. He decided to help himself out at sea by capturing the laden ships and becoming rich  Back in England he  had a ship built to cope with fast sea battles and speed was the need. Out came the ship he called the Pelican but soon after Drake changed his mind and renamed his newly built ship The Golden Hind. {A deer female is a Hind. } Gold , speaks for itself.

He sailed to capture as many Spaniards as possible. Any ship he could keep in one piece after battles he sold as salvage.This was legal to perform and still is.  In fact he shared half this treasure with Queen Elizabeth I st in England. So much gold and tons of silver made her very happy. So much her minsters worried over war with Spain. She decided even so, to award Drake with a Knighthood. However she did not go down to his ship she sent the French Ambassador to Knight Drake on the deck of his ship in dock. Cunningly distancing herself from support for his actions. Then she did grant him a license to make money as a Private owner of ships he became a privateer. This meant he could sail where he wished and he did ,right back to plundering the gold ships sailing from South America on route to Spain.

Phillip King of Spain placed price on Drakes head but they had stolen the gold from Incas so Drake thought it only proper to steal it from the thieves.


It is interesting to know that half Drakes crews where Black men who had equal rights on deck to work and be paid. If we think of Sir Francis as a Pirate I will say his men,all of them loved him. He never went after other honest traders he stuck like a limpet to the ships of Spain and the gold silver and jewels worth the danger of battle.

The Pope contacted King Phillip of Spain and told him he would pay for Spain to built a new vast navy. That navy to sail and take England as theirs and handing the Godless Queen to Pope for torture. Phillip chopped down his forests leaving the lands flat. He brought in ship rights from all over and in four years built the mighty navy that the Pope wanted. Drake hearing of this sailed back to the Queen for permission to attack the Port of Cadiz where most of the new navy lay at birth. He sailed in with old vessels and set fire to them directly in line they sped to target and burned to ash many mighty galleons that in turn set fire to part of that city. It is called by the English records the shinging of the King of Spain s beard. It took Phillip another year to replace his loss. So England in the know devised a plan. It went like clockwork in 1588 when Spain sent hundreds of galleons armed to the teeth into Dover ports. Then the Thames but in fact fire ships and good navy shooting broke down masts but the big ships could not turn around became sitting ducks as our tiny ships ran circles around them.

The rest of the navy arrived and dropped anchor to say prayers when in came the fire ships into the tightly knitted groups of shipping .Too late the anchors raised by then all on fire burned and took over half of Spains fleet. Then the English wind blew hard and drifting ships and maned vessels went windward around our coastline. So many wrecked on the rocks what was left reached Scotland and swam ashore. That is why many Scots are darkly none native looking now.

Phillip hearing the news was told the Pope refused to pay as failure was an insult to the Vatican. He was bankrupt personally and his nation too. Phillip the might Catholic King whom all feared was bankrupted and Drake was rich as he had the largest galleon for salvage money.  Queen of England in her armour ready to die among  her army was to hear a service for victory in much relief.

Sir Francis Drake was happy to retire .Help build defenses and bring in a proper water system in Plymouth Devon. Paid for it all and water in the city for first time since the Romans was the result.  Aged 55 ,Today would be age of 78 he was called to see his Queen again .She need the gold that Drake had buried owing to the singular fact  that his men could not carry it all back to the ships. I bet he was not happy but no one refused Elizabeth anything. This was Englands golden age and Drake the most famous and most loved mariner of that age.


Drakes statue In England.

In this act he sailed back with many ships to again find the spoils of war. Trouble is that Spains spies in England had alerted Phillip the King. A reception awaited Drake and so he could not land. In the battles he suddenly felt ill and 3 days later he was dead. 55 years old in 1596.

Now  all say he died on Dysentery but if he did they had time to dress him in his armour as he himself had requested. Lay him out in the lead lined coffin that was not made in seconds. You see having seen first had what happens when dysentery attacks it is a smell so bad no one will go near a sufferer as contents of stomach is putrid and out it all comes every time the sick man coughs. In 3 days of it i say that metal suit of war armour they buckled on to the body taking save half hour to effect that would be impossible to suffer. Anyway 3 days is short for that complaint to kill Drake. 7 days is the time for death as your insides rot. My guess as he complained of pains in his chest too that he died of a stroke, or heart attack. just my guess but think its right.



Exact replica of the Golden Hind in Devon built for movie use.

That haul of gold we know all about .Drake and twenty crew member carried the sacks of gold down from the attack loosing the mules by gun shot sounds the Spanish fled after a stand up hard fight. Drake ordered the sacks two per man about 40 pounds per sack so about half the man could not carry through jungle so much. Drake ordered half the gold and silver to be buried and site marked on chart. They hobbled back down the track to the ships and sailed way with the gold they had.

No one since has ever found it. They say around half what was recorded by Spain has value of 78 million pounds today.

The Archeologist TV producer and star of the Discovery channel  Joss Gates shows us the exact path in the Portobello jungles that Drake buried the treasure was very good to watch it. He found a sword hilt an English dagger blade and other proof that the site could be very near. Then as always never finds what they went to find. This treasure remains hidden.

Drakes coffin should not be found or moved it is a grave site. The ships that English sailors could not man they sank in the bay near the massive stone called Drakes Rock that sits in, Portobello, Panama waters even today. The two ships cannons found suggests that Drakes coffin may be in that same area.

Was Drake a nice man ? yes by all account he was a good man. The slaves he freed stood by him to the end. Rare in a time when it was not thought wrong and dealt in on the lesson of blacks selling blacks to Seaman as normal trading. Elizabethans harder more daring and perhaps less concerned with ways that we have learned since that time is wrong.

My take on Sir Francis Drake is he was a man dead set on riches. Then he shared all with his crews and gave half to his Queen shows he was not so tight pocketed as history makes him look. In his mind if Spain was the gold thief it did not make him a  pirate for scolding them. He then sailed into battles so powerful that victory gave him every human right to take the wealth and let the sailors go. Then two wrongs never make a right and only the proud Inca was the looser in truth.

What will they find if they do locate a 424 year old coffin in deep water? Lead lined on a ships deck may not have been the best job of metal work. The wood rotten years ago the lead knocked by rock movement. Perhaps only bits of metal and a few bones not taken by shark and larger fish. My guess it accounts for the reason no one has ever found Drake. Then if by some massive reason its intact this coffin it is a grave site . Do we really need to disturb it ?

b1eafd72bc1e1f018790ee499c8cc7fd Sir Francis Drake as Historic research finds him and wax model made to show him perhaps as he was.

Thank you for reading hope you want to research more of this amazing mans life.

Yours Sir Kevin.

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