The Masters Blog

July 2018

 

It’s just a week since Common Hall and my subsequent installation as Master and already the rich experience of representing the Company means that the role is happily on my mind for part of each day.

And what a fine start to the year with a memorable service at St Vedast’s conducted by our Hon. Chaplain, The Very Revd Charles Taylor, and the livery responding in full voice to my cheeky exhortation to join in the hymns. With more than a nod to our wedding day both the processional music and first hymn were lifted from the 1987 order of service. Chilled champagne – hurrah! – was waiting for us as we returned to the Hall. The menu choices for our first dinner as Master & Mistress seemed to please – another tick in the box – and having laid out my three objectives for the year I was glad to call out two veteran liverymen whose presence meant a great deal to me : PM Derek Robinson, the doyen of the company,  who undertook his wartime training with the RAF at the same time as my Father, and PM Ron Jordan who was celebrating his 95th birthday on the following day.

 

Thursday, 19th July  

Having celebrated with two senior members it was a delight to join PM Jones and his granddaughter, Poppy, at Guildhall for her registration as an apprentice bound to the Company.

The Clerk and I provided book ends to the family photo in our morning coats. Collecting the Mistress at the Hall we set off through stifling City streets for St Paul’s and the annual service of the Imperial Society of Knights Bachelor when an old friend, Lancaster Herald from the College of Arms was on duty resplendent in red and gold uniform and carrying his wand of office.

At the subsequent reception at Apothecaries’ Hall I was greeted as the youngest Master, a title that will quickly disappear given the clutch of installations at the end of July and into August: but nice to have the accolade and interest, if only for a brief moment.

 

Tuesday, 24th July

For a number of years The Distillers have held a reception where guests sample hundreds of award-winning spirits – for a new master a great mixer so to speak!

I was particularly glad to meet the Master Distiller who is combining his role in the livery with being High Sheriff of Essex – an extraordinary achievement and one that will demand very careful logistics every day. It was great to see a group from our near neighbours, the Barbers, including the incoming Master and their new clerk, Colonel Malachy Doran formerly of The Rifles and old friend of the Director of the National Army Museum. Malachy persuaded us to choose a number at random and then sample whichever spirit it matched. I blame him for my first experience of a buff coloured gin from West Virginia which had the appearance and taste of a bourbon!

Thursday, 26th July

I met the Mistress at Plymouth railway station. I was on the train from Paddington whilst Sara had been visiting her sister in Exeter. In a scene reminiscent of Thomas the tank engine train and car had tracked one another through Devon, arriving at Plymouth within 5 minutes of one another.

Our hosts at RM Tamar were as solicitous as ever, inviting us to a Mess Dinner with a band rehearsing on the lawns outside the open window. As a sergeant was being dined out, we indulged in the tradition of the friendship cup not dissimilar to our own Loving Cup but containing far more alcohol and with the expectation that you down it one and invert the cup over your head to demonstrate it’s empty.  I suspect that as a guest I was given a double shot – 8 measures of port and 4 of rum – more than I consume in a month! But my student years must have helped and I was on parade the following morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and determined to confound the sergeant.

It was a huge pleasure to present tankards and cheques to the top students on four very competitive courses and then be shown around the dock where an array of landing craft is moored, some highly agile with capacity for six marines whilst others are reminiscent of the vessels used in June, 1944 to storm beaches on D Day.