Today, in Caithness, the sun is shining and the air is clear. I'm sure it will come as no surprise to anyone reading this blog that, certain weathers and certain times of the year ignite certain music in me. And, on late winter days which are filled with sunshine, I am usually to be found singing the songs of The Spinners . Inevitably, I start humming different ones of their songs (and of course adapting them to be about Orlando and Jess) as I go around doing different things. But I remember almost all the words to them. I haven't heard a lot of them in years, but they are all there, rooted in my memory. It is truly fascinating to think about how these songs have passed through history. They are part of my own nostalgia, which is why crisp sunny mornings make me incapable of ignoring the temptation to sing them, but they are part of something much bigger. There are songs amongst them which are a newer step in the folk music movement. Songs like Silver in the Stubble are amongs...
#HistFicThursdays - Gilbert Elliot-Murray-Kynynmound (1st Earl of Minto) - The Burden of Bridging Eras
While the technological advancements of the past century have been so rapid we've all been left with a bit of whiplash, the late eighteenth century was also a time of significant change in western Europe. For many in that generation who lived across events such as the French Revolution, they saw their understanding of the world upturned, and had to quickly learn to adapt to this new world.
Gilbert Elliot-Murray-Kynynmound was one such individual.
At first glance, Elliot appears to have been one of those members of the upper class for whom everything naturally fell into place. Born to a baronet, educated to the highest standard, given post after post by those in power. But, delving a little bit deeper, there was more to him than first meets the eye...
Friendships he formed in his youth were to be shattered in later life, and he became the champion of failed attempts. The French Revolution saw him torn between early friendships and patriotic duties, and his attempts at command were perhaps hindered by his split loyalties. In all, despite his wealth and power, he was a man who lived with one foot in the dreams of what might have been and another in what he actually had - perfect for introducing into a story!
By the time he appears in book Day's Dying Glory, Elliot was an older man, just a few years before his death. By this time, holding the position of Governor-General of the Presidency of Fort William (India), he had reached lofty heights. This was his swansong. In the book he is argumentative and deliberately obstructive, carrying the weight of all the ups and downs which shaped his life. Bitterness is creeping in and, when confronted by a man who had taken all the opposite choices to himself, is short to the point of rudeness.
It can't have been easy to have lived a life which bridged either side of that period of revolution. It took a certain type of person to make that transition smoothly and, tragically, there were many more who could not. Despite appearances, I think Elliot was one of the latter.
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