Now that I have got deeper into John Tusa’s description of the role of trustees in his new book On Board: The Insider’s Guide to Surviving Life in the Boardroom, I have discovered that he provides a particularly fascinating textbook account of changes at the British Museum, which was at the time, and remains, one of the key places of management change over the last twenty years. John was a trustee from July 2000 to 2009, so was both a participant as Deputy Chairman and had a ringside seat. There is only one bit of it surprised me. It says the trustees debated the issue of charging for entry in March 1999. The chronology of this would have been odd, except as a threat to introduce them, as, although the incoming labour government had been keen on compulsory entrance charges, Geoffrey Robinson as Paymaster General had been convinced by the economic, let alone the political, arguments in favour of free admission, so by 1999 it had become an orthodoxy of government policy in national museums, not a heresy, as it thus far remains.
St. Mary, Tallyllyn is one of the most atmospheric of the churches looked after by the Friends of Friendless Churches in Anglesey: so remote, alone by the side of the road, always much further from Aberffraw than one expects:-
It was incredibly windy down on the beach, with sand blowing into one’s eyes, stormclouds overhead and occasional gusts of rain:-
After two days of heavy rain, today has been unbelievably clear: beautiful views, with the green of the landscape and garden restored. I wasn’t sure if this would be obvious in photographs, but post two to give some idea of it:-
I was tipped off early on in lockdown that one of the best ways of surviving it was to order a case or two of beer from The Kernel Brewery, which is based in Spa Terminus in Bermondsey, but it is hardly practical to carry a case of beer on a bicycle. They deliver instead. I am down to my last bottle, but wish to commemorate the pleasures of Stickelbracht Zeus which has kept me alive for the last four months:-
I’ve been dipping into John Tusa’s guide to life on a not-for-profit board. No-one has greater experience of what it’s like and to judge from those I know – the NPG where he was one of my trustees and the University of the Arts where he was my chairman – he gives a good, clear, shrewd account with all the lessons to be learned. Published this week (please note that I have remembered not to give the Amazon link):-
We love Plas Cadnant, the early nineteenth-century house (according to Pevsner, 1803) which Anthony Tavernor bought 24 years ago when the walled garden was totally overgrown and it had narrowly escaped being turned into an equestrian centre. Now, it is the perfect scale of garden with sloping lawns, ornamental topiary leading down to a steep woodland garden in a ravine, all of it immaculately maintained and groomed.
A globe artichoke gone to seed:-
And then down into the fernery of the dell:-
We went on a pilgrimage to St. Baglan, Llanfaglan, a church looked after very beautifully by the Friends of Friendless Churches, a wonderful charity, particularly in North Wales, where there are so many small but atmospheric churches, not modernised in Victorian times.
It sits on a small knoll in the middle of a field surrounded by trees:-
The inside is deeply atmospheric:-
The only addition is Lord Snowdon’s headstone, buried close to his family estate:-
While I’m on the subject of Anglesey food, I should promote the fact that our local restaurant, The Marram Grass, which started serving breakfast to the caravan site and more recently has appeared regularly in the Good Food Guide, has converted itself into a farm shop which serves the most delicious small loaves of bread if one arrives early enough, which I normally don’t, the most delectable sausages made out of the pigs across the road, and a small number of vegetables, including kohlrabi which looks beautiful and which we still haven’t worked out how to eat:-