When I look at the journey on which writing May 1812 has taken me, I know it’s a blessing that no one told me where it would take me, nor how long it would take me to get there.
It started life as a desire to show the men of the period as they were–all-rounders in a way. They were none of them military strategists, they had no financial advisors, and there wasn’t a civil service. If they had a secretary, they paid his salary. And they did their business not just in their offices; but as most of them were society figures, they did it in their clubs and tucked away in the corners of the social events of the year–yes, even at, probably at, Almack’s. The Foreign Secretary’s wife, Lady Castlereagh, was after all, one of the patronesses of the place. And because their work was all-consuming, it affected every aspect of their lives. No part was free of the political dilemma in which they found themselves.
Then, shockingly– Continue reading