Prince George is shy and just pretends to be bluff and crass and unbelievably thick and gittish, whilst deep down he is a soft little marshmallowy, pigletty type of creature.

For me, this urge to gather and the draw of the night sky combine to create an iconic vision: a lineup of telescopes, with a nebula in this one, a star cluster in another and a planet in yet another, and people moving from one to the other to savor a view, then returning to their own scope to locate and view a different object and share again. It’s an astrophilic breaking of bread, an astronomical movable feast!

We generate our own electricity with a small hydroelectric generator on the river.

In the Anglo-Norman period we hear of a sale of land taking place ‘in the presence of the whole husting of London, in the House of Alfwin son of Leofstan’ and of land deraigned ‘by judgment of the husting’.