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21 December 2024

Christmas in the 18th Century – Fact or Fiction? A Special Guest Post by Catherine Arthur, Author of King Oak #HistoryWritersAdvent24


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The Common, 1780 George Hogtrough is risking his neck. 

When his friend lures him into the murky world of smuggling, unexpected events unfold. Fearful of destitution, his wife Molly turns to drink, and her attention soon wanders towards her husband’s hated brother. Jesse is everything George is not – sober, hardworking, God-fearing. Should George discover her eye has strayed all hell will break loose.

Christmas in the 18th Century – Fact or Fiction?

My debut novel, King Oak, published in 2021, was inspired after researching my family tree and discovering that some of my ancestors, who lived in and around Ashtead Common in Surrey, were not always holy or even very good. Their histories were sometimes intriguing but often grim. However, I really only had access to parts of them and so began an endeavour to re-create their lives and see where their stories led. I picked a date in June 1780 and began there.

Not knowing anything about everyday life in the late 18th century, I began to look for resources which would help me build a picture of what things might have been like. Some of the most fascinating, and perhaps authentic, are two invaluable diaries.

In 1758, James Warne, a farmer from Dorset wrote about his agricultural activities, while Thomas Turner wrote several entries in his diary every week between 1754 and 1765. Turner was a shopkeeper, schoolmaster and overseer of the poor, among many other roles he took on when he moved to the Sussex village of East Hoathly, less than forty-five miles away from Surrey.

While King Oak is set over four days in summer and the second in the series, Michaelmas Fayre, takes place in September, the third book begins at the winter solstice. Christmas traditions will definitely feature! However, the Advent Calendars we know today are a relatively new idea, as the tradition of opening doors to reveal a tiny picture only began in the 1920s. So what did they do to celebrate Advent in what was at that time a mainly Protestant country? For research I turned to the diaries.

Warne spent the whole of December dredging rivers, delivering loads, selling his barley and organising his business. Disappointingly, he does not even mention it is Christmas Day on the 25th December.

I hoped that Thomas Turner would tell us more about his preparations for the Yuletide season, being more concerned with village life than farming. However, things were not as I had expected.

Turner didn’t really get going with his diary until 1755 when he began writing more regularly. In December of that year, his entries were concerned with such delights as registering the number of rooms in his shop with the excise office so he could sell tea and coffee (a requirement of a statute made under George I) and having an ‘issue’ opened on his back, to enable the grim practice of letting blood. His wife had a tooth pulled, neighbours regularly turned up to dine with the couple or just to drink tea, while other entries were concerned with what he bought for his shop and what he subsequently sold.

On 19th December, Thomas writes that ‘his’ boys broke up, presumably related to the school, since he was the schoolmaster. St. Thomas’s Day is on 21st December, and as it was his name day, our diarist handed out some pennies for the poor, along with a ‘draught of beer’.

On Christmas Eve, we get the first mention of Christmas, albeit rather tenuous. The day was very busy, with a lot of activity in the shop, when mutton and beef arrived, as did cotton waistcoats and hats, and two of his customers paid their bills. A nice gift for him, perhaps. And finally, here comes the seasonal reference: Thomas gave a delivery boy 6d ‘for his box’.

On Christmas Day, Thomas mentions going to church with his wife, and then spending the rest of the day at home, reading. That’s about it, apart from a couple more donations to ‘boxes’ for the delivery boys which he gave out on 27th December. No decking the halls with boughs of holly, no mention of a special meal, no carol singing or wassail cups or any kind of large, happy gathering.

Skip forward eleven months to the beginning of December 1756, and things are not much different, except that this year, ‘trade is dull and everything expensive’. And no church on Christmas Day this year, but two visitors who dined with the Turners on a sirloin of beef ‘roasted in the oven’, with a batter pudding under it, plum suet pudding, boiled potatoes and some bullace (plum) pies. The evening was not spent singing carols around the hearth but reading Tillotson’s sermons.

In December 1757, Christmas Day saw Thomas attending church twice, morning and afternoon. Dinner was much the same as the previous year, except they also had a pearl barley pudding, potatoes and turnips with their beef. The only deviation to the Christmas dinner over the years was the thrilling addition of raisins to the suet pudding, and having gooseberry instead of bullace in their pies.

I learned from Mister Turner that Christmas was very much like any other day, with perhaps a little more extravagance at dinner and the donation of money for the delivery boys’ boxes. There seemed to be no preparation, no special baking of mince pies, nor were there any gifts or decorations. Church was not mandatory but often attended, visitors were no more or less than on any other day, neither were activities such as reading or drinking tea.

All in all it was all a little disappointing. Was this usual? Thomas was a relatively wealthy member of the community, not rich, but certainly not poor. When compared with a Jane Austen Christmas, admittedly half a century later than Turner’s time, it makes one wonder whether women and men saw the holiday very differently. While the men were working, was it the women who were making Christmas happen? Or was it perhaps that Austen’s characters were higher up the social scale than the Turners and the Warnes of the world?

Every one of Austen’s novels mentions Christmas, a time when there were festive dances, wholesome dinners, and in the words of Mister Elton in Emma, ‘…quite the season indeed for friendly meetings.’ In Persuasion, Jane describes a typical scene of Christmas preparation: ‘On one side was a table occupied by some chattering girls, cutting up silk and gold paper…’

Fanny Burney was writing at exactly the time my series is set; her first novel Evelina was published in 1778 and her next, Cecila, four years later. In Cecila we find one mention of a Christmas game called ‘Move-All’, which ensured the most interesting person at the gathering was not monopolised by one person. Other than that, nothing. References to spending the Christmas holidays here or there, but nothing describing the décor or the preparations.

So, it will be left to my imagination to recreate the Christmas my characters will experience after all. And, I suspect, that if it were not for the creativity of women through the years, the Christmas tradition as we know it may have died out long ago. The church, of course, has its own celebration, but remove all the preparation and planning women do today and how much would remain in our homes, I wonder?

Happy Christmas everyone! Enjoy the plum pudding and bullace pies.

Catherine Arthur

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About the Author

Catherine Arthur was born in Surrey, although most of her childhood was spent in East Sussex. She now lives in a farmhouse in Switzerland. Her interests include history, old maps, and local tales and traditions, among many other things. It was her delve into genealogy which provided the inspiration for her first novel, King Oak. The story follows the fortunes, and misfortunes, of a family living on the edge of a vast common, and how events at the King Oak shape their lives. During research into the way people lived at the end of the 18th century, she gained immense respect for the skills our ancestors possessed, which are now all but lost, and a deep gratitude for the ease of modern living.  Find out more at Catherine's website https://catherinearthur.com/ and find her on Facebook and Twitter @CatArthurian

20 December 2024

Special Guest Post: Tudor Christmas Traditions, by Alexandra Walsh, Author of The House of Echoes #HistoryWritersAdvent24


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The Brandon blood is dark with lies and treachery and as it flows through my heart, my vow is this: they will all pay.’

 
Christmas is a time for celebrating, relaxing, spending time with loved ones and remembering the Christmas story. Our love of festivities is as mixed as those of previous centuries with the religious and the non-religious combining to make a celebration where everyone is welcome, no matter their background or beliefs. 

The winter festival of Alban Arthuran or Yule was celebrated on 21 December for millennia but with the arrival of the Romans in the fourth century and the gradual introduction of Christianity, the celebration moved a few days to 25 December. This was the date that coincided with the nine month span from Lady Day, 25 March, when the Virgin Mary was said to have received her vision from the angel Gabriel.  

Ever since, the festivities surrounding the winter celebration have been a strange mix of the pagan and the religious and the Tudor times were no different. In my new book, The House of Echoes, the Tudor story begins at Christmas. My heroine, Anne Brandon, daughter of Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk, the best friend of Henry VIII, is at the palace for her first Christmas when she was included in the adult celebrations. 

It is Christmas Eve in December 1521 and throughout the month, the Tudors had abstained from eating meat or dairy in preparation for Christmas. They had fasted until midday on Christmas Eve, when they attended the service of Sect, one of the seven ‘hours’ of the Catholic faith. After this, the fun and mayhem of the Twelve Days of Christmas could begin in earnest. 

These Christmas celebrations were a series of feasts and festivals including Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, the feast of St Stephen on 26 December where food was distributed to the poor and the feast of St John on 27 December. He was said to have miraculously survived drinking a glass of poisoned wine, to celebrate, wine was drunk in copious amounts in his memory. 

There was also wassailing, the sharing of ale in the wassail cup and gift giving at New Year before a final feast and masques on Twelfth Night (5 January) before Epiphany was celebrated and Christmas was over for another year. All the events were overseen by a nominated Lord of Misrule. During this period, behavioural norms and strict etiquette were waived and hi-jinks abounded. In The Letters and Papers of Henry VIII it notes that one Christmas, Henry VIII hosted more than 1,000 people over the festive period and when he became bored at one of the feasts the king began throwing sugared plums at his guests.

During his first Christmas as king, Henry VIII spent £7,000 on Christmas celebrations. To give this some perspective, his father, Henry VII’s yearly budget for the entire royal household was £12,000. 

When researching The House of Echoes, I discovered another of Henry VIII’s favourite Christmas Eve pastimes was becoming involved in the making of evergreen garlands to decorate whichever palace he was celebrating in. The courtiers were encouraged to help, even though the hard work had really been done in the weeks leading up to Christmas by the royal gardeners, botanists and assorted servants. This seemed a good scene to introduce Anne and her cohorts.

Anne is helping her friend, Margaret – Meg – More, the daughter of Sir Thomas More, Henry VIII’s dearest friend and advisor, to make traditional Christmas garlands. 

While Anne and her friends weave the garlands, they discuss the meaning and myths behind the plants they used. The Tudors believed the hanging of evergreens was the best way to create good fortune and protect their homes but the timing of when to being them into the house was tricky. A tradition passed down by the Druids and still in belief during the Tudor times was that tree spirits dwelled in greenery and if they were indoors for too long during the dark days of midwinter they would become bored and cause mischief for the household. It was therefore unwise to bring evergreens inside before Christmas Eve.

Other traditional decorations included bay, rosemary, ivy, holly and mistletoe. Again, there were Druidic connections; the Druids had used mistletoe for healing during their midwinter ceremonies but as Anne explains to her friends, there was an another ancient legend. The Druids also believed that when enemies met under mistletoe they should lay down their arms and observe a truce until the next day. A ball of mistletoe would be hung in a prominent place to encourage harmony and friendship. This is where the custom of exchanging kisses under the mistletoe originated.

There were religious traditions around mistletoe too. It is the character of Meg More, daughter of the devout Thomas More, who informs her friends, 

‘There are those who believe Christ’s cross was formed from wood of the mythical mistletoe tree,’ said Meg. ‘The legend says that as a punishment after the crucifixion the plant shrivelled and was forever more bound to being a parasitic vine, while the holly represents Christ’s crown of thorns. Although, there are many who claim his cross was made from holly wood. It’s suggested this has imbued it with protective qualities and is why it’s supposed to repel goblins.’

The other plants my characters weave into their garlands are ivy which kept its leave all year around and was thought to be associated with eternal life and bay leaves also known as laurel which symbolised courage and strength. In Roman and Greek mythology they used it to make their crowns. I was surprised by the inclusion of rosemary but there is an ancient legend that suggests rosemary was one of the plants placed in Jesus’s manger. 

Like us, the Tudors mixed up their traditions to create a time of celebration, happiness and family. Whatever festivities you enjoy, I hope you have a wonderful, peaceful Christmas.

Alexandra Walsh

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About the Author

Alexandra Walsh is a bestselling author of the dual timeline women’s fiction. Her books range from the 15th and 16th centuries to the Victorian era and are inspired by the hidden voices of women that have been lost over the centuries. The Marquess House Saga offers an alternative view of the Tudor and early Stuart eras, while The Wind Chime and The Music Makers explore different aspects of Victorian society. Formerly, a journalist for over 25 years, writing for many national newspapers and magazines; Alexandra also worked in the TV and film industries as an associate producer, director, script writer and mentor for the MA Screen Writing course at the prestigious London Film School. She is a member of The Society of Authors and The Historical Writers Association. For updates and more information visit her website: www.alexandrawalsh.com and follow her on Facebook, Twitter @purplemermaid25 and Bluesky @purplemermaid25.bsky.social

19 December 2024

Christmas – from the Tudor to the Stuarts: A Special Guest Post by Steven Veerapen, Author of The Wisest Fool: The Lavish Life of James VI and I #HistoryWritersAdvent24


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James VI and I has long endured a mixed reputation. To many, he is the homosexual King, the inveterate witch-roaster, the smelly sovereign who never washed, the colourless man behind the authorised Bible bearing his name, the drooling fool whose speech could barely be understood. For too long, he has paled in comparison to his more celebrated – and analysed – Tudor and Stuart forebears. But who was he really? To what extent have myth, anecdote, and rumour obscured him?

Christmas with the Tudors sounds fun – not least because it wasn’t just a single day of ‘good cheer’ (for which we might read ‘heavy drinking’) but twelve of them. When people the length and breadth of Tudor England downed tools for the festive holidays, they were following the well-worn path of medieval Catholicism (as, indeed, Tudor England was very much part of the fabric of the Roman Catholic Church until its Reformations under Henry VIII, Edward VI and Elizabeth I).
 
Yet, curiously, the break with Rome did not greatly affect the general sense of gaiety associated with the Christmas Revels. Thus, we find Henry VIII overseeing a season of good cheer (if not always goodwill) with as much gusto in the second half of his reign as the first. Elizabeth I, too, was assiduous in overseeing splendid court revels (involving the staging of masques and plays and the ritual giving of New Year’s Gifts on January 1st, despite the official calendar not marking New Year until Lady Day in March).

Edward VI might have whitewashed the churches and Elizabeth’s more puritanical subjects might have grimaced at the cutting down and heaving home of Yule logs and the baking of ‘Shird Pies’, but Christmas, throughout the Tudor period, remained in rude health. 

We find, for example, in the pre-Reformation period a youthful Henry VIII receiving cups of gold from Cardinal Wolsey, whilst elaborate festivities were staged as court entertainments (in 1524, a mock-castle at Greenwich, for example, was besieged by the king himself, arrayed as an old man in a false silver beard). We might compare this to the equally opulent – and considerably more literary – plays staged before Queen Elizabeth in the Christmas period of 1593-4. There, at Hampton Court, the queen was showered with gifts:


Lord Admiral Charles Howard (1536-1624), 
by Daniel Mytens (Wikimedia Commons)

Among 184 gifts to the Queen: by Lord Howard, Lord Admiral:

‘One attire for the head containing seven pieces of gold like pyramids,
under them ciphers garnished with diamonds and rubies of sundry bignesses with thirteen pearls and her Majesty’s picture cut upon a sapphire in the midst’; by George Bishop, stationer: ‘Twelve books of Latin poets covered with vellum’; by William Clarke: ‘A book of Caesar’s Dialogues covered with vellum’; by William Dethick, Garter King of Arms: ‘One Book of Arms covered with black velvet’; by Petruccio Ubaldini: ‘A book covered with vellum in Italian’.

When Elizabeth died and her Scottish cousin James VI became James I of England, the opulence, pomp and flash of the Christmas period only got more glittery. During the first Stuart Christmas Revels at Hampton Court, both James and his queen, Anna of Denmark, spent wildly, commissioning productions of The Masque of Indian and China Knights, Robin Goodfellow, and The Vision of the Twelve Goddesses. In the latter – a masque composed by the playwright Samuel Daniel – Anna herself took to the stage, performing as Pallas. 


Anne of Denmark (1574-1619)

Within years of taking the throne, the lavish new king and the culturally-invested queen had run the royal players so ragged that they were required to seek out new plays: the court had seen everything in the King’s Men’s repertoire (a fact which must have sent Shakespeare – a member of the troupe – back to his quill and inkpot). By 1607 the monarch, indeed, found himself standing before his parliament and attempting to justify his spending (much of which went on gifts to his Scottish friends), with the words, ‘For my liberality, I have told you of it heretofore: my three first years were to me as a Christmas – I could not then be miserable [miserly]. Should I have been over-sparing…?’

Yet despite the new Scottish royal couple’s desire to keep the Tudor Christmas parties going, the English predilection for Christmas (or, at least, the predilection outside certain Puritanical circles) was not shared equally across Great Britain. Despite James and Anna’s passion for partying even when north of the border, Christmas had been looked at by Scottish Calvinists with asperity for years.

In James’s minority, those ardent Protestants had been in the ascendancy in Scotland. In 1573, the General Assembly (the Scottish ecclesiastical body which maintained governance of the Church) had shorn the country of all holidays save the Sabbath, which led to women in Aberdeen being rebuked for ‘playing, dancing, and singing filthy carols on Yule Day.’ In 1583, five men were publicly shamed in Glasgow for celebrating Christmas Day. A general air of cheerlessness, it seems, was very much in vogue.

This, however, does not appear to have been to James’s taste. To the king, who could – and frequently did – turn jealous eyes southwards, it was clearly possible to be a Protestant monarch of a Protestant nation without banning Christmas. At court, therefore, he remained willing to entertain as much as his shallow pockets allowed – and when he married Queen Anna in 1589, she added her own understanding of the value of monarchical largesse, display, and cultural patronage to his. 

Thus, the pair met – and faced down – the censure of disapproving Kirk ministers who appeared to find their own Christmas cheer in lambasting the royals couple for celebrating with overmuch pleasure and leisure and not nearly enough devotion to the Scriptures. Dancing at court, especially, came under fire, with the stauncher Kirk elders anticipating the later Baptists: they appeared to condemn premarital sex only out of fear that it might lead to dancing.

When James took Elizabeth’s throne in 1603, and when he proceeded to spend every Christmas hosting parties so rich, gorgeous and costly that they’d have made even the image-conscious Henry VIII green with envy, it was in part in deference to England’s ongoing love affair with the season and in part because the celebrations accorded with the new king’s own tastes. When Anna fell ill over the Christmas period of 1618-19, her absence was noted (and noted especially as having robbed the festivities of much merriment). 

So too was James’s during what would be his own final illness throughout the winter of 1624-5. Yet the Christmas revels would – at least until Cromwell’s regime later in the century – continue, as high and low celebrated (those ‘upstairs’ with grand festivities and those ‘downstairs’ with days free of labour and filled with wassail, log-burning and evergreen garlands). 

Cromwell’s pause on Christmas wouldn’t, of course, last – and today, when we sit in a Boxing Day slump of post-turkey and post-Baileys hangovers, it’s perhaps worth being grateful that we don’t have to seek a hair of the dog and keep the party going for another eleven days.

Steven Veerapen

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About the Author

Steven Veerapen is a writer of fiction and nonfiction and a lecturer at the University of Strathclyde who specialises in sixteenth-century literature. His first novel was The Queen’s Consort, which focused on Mary Queen of Scots’ infamous husband, Lord Darnley. Steven’s other books include the Simon Danforth trilogy, the Queen’s Spies trilogy, and three non-fiction works: Blood Feud, Elizabeth and Essex, and Slander and Sedition in Elizabethan Law, Speech, and Writing. Find out more at https://www.stevenveerapen.com/ and you can follow Steven on Instagram @steven.veerapen.3 and on Goodreads and Twitter @ScrutinEye

18 December 2024

Book review: Harry of England: The History of Eight Kings, From Henry I to Henry VIII, by Teresa Cole


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Teresa Cole's "Harry of England" is an exploration of the eight English kings named Henry, weaving together historical events, personal anecdotes, and insightful analysis. I found I learned something new about each of them, and found it fascinating to compare their lives and legacies.

Cole's skill is to make these sgore accounts engaging and relatable to a modern audience. She navigates the turbulent reigns of each Henry, from the ambitious Henry II to the infamous Henry VIII. The author's vivid descriptions and insightful observations bring the past to life, allowing readers to connect with the personalities and motivations of these powerful rulers.


King Henry II (Wikimedia Commons)

One of the strengths of "Harry of England" lies in its ability to highlight the diverse and often contradictory aspects of each king's reign. Cole doesn't shy away from presenting both the positive and negative sides of these historical figures, offering a nuanced and balanced perspective.

While the book focuses on the kings, it also explores the broader historical context of their times. Teresa Cole weaves in interesting details of political, social, and cultural developments, adding depth and context to her narrative, making this more than just a collection of royal biographies.

The legacies of each of these eight 'Henrys' underpin much of British, parliamentary, financial and legal institutions, yet only two of them were born to be a king.

"Harry of England" is a recommended read for anyone interested in English history. Teresa Cole's storytelling, combined with her analysis and engaging writing style, makes this book an informative journey through the lives and legacies of the eight Henrys.

Tony Riches

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About the Author


Teresa Cole was a teacher for many years before turning to writing. She is the author of Henry V: The Life of the Warrior King & the Battle of Agincourt 1415, and three books about the Normans – The Norman Conquest: William the Conqueror’s Subjugation of England, After the Conquest: The Divided Realm 1066-1135, and Anarchy: The Darkest Days of Medieval England. 



Spacial Guest Post by Steven A. McKay, Author of The Heretic of Haltemprice Priory #HistoryWritersAdvent24


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England, c. AD 1330: Winter fast approaches in East Yorkshire and the dark, cold nights have brought more than just frost to the newly founded Haltemprice Priory. An oppressive pall hangs over the area like a smothering blanket, prompting one of the anxious monks to seek help from an old friend.

Writing another winter tale – The Heretic of Haltemprice Priory

Winter is a time of traditions, it always has been. From the days of the Vikings bringing in the yule log, to the people of medieval Europe trying to brighten the drab colours of December by decorating their houses with the vibrant greens, reds, and whites of holly, ivy and mistletoe, right up to modern times when we enjoy Christmas songs by the likes of Slade, The Pogues, Mariah Carey, and even my own new rock track with Matthew Harffy, “Wassail The Night Away” (listen here).

Telling stories is another ancient tradition at this time of year and I’m a big fan of classics like “A Christmas Carol” which I’ll listen to every year on Audible as well as watching various movie adaptations. I don’t think it’s any mystery why so many people enjoy a good tale around December – it adds a touch of magic to a season where nature is mostly in hibernation, we’re often stuck indoors because of the cold or wind, and the nights draw in much earlier. For all that, Christmas is by far my favourite time of the year so it made perfect sense for me to follow in the footsteps of authors like Charles Dickens and Terry Pratchett and write my own snowy tales.

My first of these was Friar Tuck and the Christmas Devil back in 2015, and I’ve tried my best to publish a new one every year following the characters from my Forest Lord novels, Will Scaflock, Tuck, and John Little. This year I’ve published TWO stories in one collection – The Heretic of Haltemprice Priory, and The Christmas Hunt. Both are quite different, but I think they both capture the essence of the season pretty well.

What ingredients make a book one that readers will want to return to Christmas after Christmas? Well, for me, you’re looking for some excitement, a bit of danger for the main characters, perhaps a hint of the supernatural (ghost stories are perfect for this gloomy time of year!), friendship and love, and, of course lots of snow. As the star, or fairy, on top of your Christmas Tree of a tale, you might want to include plenty of roaring fires, warmed ale, and feasting! 

The Heretic of Haltemprice Priory might have a long title (in keeping with those classic old tales) but it’s a short novel packed with peril and intrigue and the setting is ideal. I think it’s sometimes easy for us to forget, or simply not quite comprehend, just what it was like for monks living in a medieval priory, monastery or abbey. Obviously, when I decided to write this story I had to do my research with books, videos, and a field trip to Kilwinning Abbey just outside Glasgow (see the photos HERE). While those old buildings were sturdily built from stone, with massively thick walls, their windows and shutters were no match for our modern day double glazing. The wind would have whistled through the corridors and rooms constantly and, with only the odd cozy fire allowed, it would have been absolutely freezing!

The poor brothers had to get up all through the night to pray too – shuffling in the darkness from the church to the dormitory at midnight, again around 3 A.M. and again at 6 A.M.. It’s hard to imagine that life but I suppose there would be a real feeling of camaraderie and family between the monks, standing in the candlelit church singing Gods praises together in their wool-lined night shoes. It certainly creates quite an image in one’s mind and really is the perfect setting for an eerie winter story.

I like to add a hint, even just a suggestion, of the supernatural in some of my Christmas tales and The Heretic of Haltemprice Priory has all sorts of eldritch happenings to send a shiver down the reader’s spine! Bizarre rituals, devil worship, an enigmatic monk with a collection of occult books in the chained library, and a sudden death which leaves our heroes divided on what on earth has really been happening. I hope readers enjoy it and think it can sit beside books like “A Christmas Carol” as something that can be enjoyed every December when the nights draw in and snow spreads its thick white blanket across the land.

It has to be said, if you’re an author thinking about writing a Christmas story, they do not sell particularly well. People only read them for one month of the year after all! Sure, you’ll get the odd one that will sell millions of copies, especially if it’s made into a movie or something like that, but, in general, I wouldn’t recommend writing a Christmas story if your main goal is to make money. 

I enjoy writing them and I see it almost as a palate cleanser after working on novels throughout the year – I wrote two full novels this year, King of Wessex (book 3 in my Alfred the Great trilogy) and The Vengeance of Merlin (book 6 in my Warrior Druid of Britain Chronicles). That is pretty hard going, keeping various threads and characters and plots all in line and separated in an author’s head, not to mention all the editing. 

Writing my winter tales, which range from novelettes to short novels, really gives me a chance to just immerse myself in the festive period and have some fun. Hopefully the pleasure I get from writing books like The Heretic of Haltemprice Priory comes across in the pages and, if you read it, you get the same sense of yule joy!

Merry Christmas everyone, and have a great 2025. Thanks also to Tony Riches for hosting this online event!

Steven A. McKay

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About the Author

Steven A. McKay was born in Scotland in 1977. He says, 'I enjoyed studying history – well, the interesting bits, not so much what they taught us in school. I decided to write my Forest Lord series after seeing a house called “Sherwood” when I was out at work one day. I’d been thinking about maybe writing a novel but couldn’t come up with a subject or a hero so, to see that house, well…It felt like a message from the gods and my rebooted Robin Hood was born. My current Warrior Druid of Britain series was similarly inspired, although this time it was the 80’s TV show “Knightmare”, and their version of Merlin that got my ideas flowing. Of course, the bearded old wizard had been done to death in fiction, so I decided to make my hero a giant young warrior-druid living in post-Roman Britain and he’s been a great character to write. I was once in a heavy metal band although I tend to just play guitar in my study these days. I’m sure the neighbours absolutely love me.' Find out more at his website https://stevenamckay.com/ and find him on Twitter @SA_McKay.

17 December 2024

Saturnalia Surprise: Special Guest Post by Alison Morton, Author of the Roma Nova Series #HistoryWritersAdvent24


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Saturnalia Surprise

What if a part of the Roman Empire had survived? And they still celebrated the traditional celebration of Saturnalia? Carina Mitela, heroine of INCEPTIO, CARINA, PERFIDITAS and SUCCESSIO in the Roma Nova thriller series is anxious about her son Gilius missing the festivities, but knows that she owes it to her family, to her household to carry on with the biggest Roman festival of the year. 

From the journal of Carina Mitela 
Roma Nova, 17 December 2030 – Saturnalia

We were snowed in with metre high drifts. The media were having a field day with their graphs and charts. The ploughs and tractors were out despite it being an official holiday and battling to keep the main city roads cleared.
    Although most of the public Saturnalia celebrations were cancelled, the priests would nevertheless make the usual grand sacrifice and invoke Saturn’s blessings. I pitied them today; it was a Greek rite and they’d have to shiver in sleeveless fringed tunics, with heads bare instead of a warm woollen toga snuggly folded over the head. It was a sure bet they’d turn up the heating in the Temple of Saturn and have every open brazier burning hard.
    My husband, Conrad, and our youngest daughter, Tonia, sat in silence at breakfast. Our eldest, Allegra, had called first thing to say she would join us just after two when she finished her shift in the Praetorian Guard Special Forces. She looked tired on the screen; hopefully she’d get some sleep before tomorrow. Along with the rest of the military, she’d been called in to help ensure vital services were kept running.
    ‘I’ll be there, Mama, as long as there are no further disturbances in the city.’
    ‘What do you mean “disturbances”?’
     ‘Unfortunately,’ she said in the driest tone I’d ever heard her use, ‘some people seem to think the custodes concentrating on the bad weather crisis means they can help themselves to what’s in the shops. I’ve been freezing my extremities off in the Macellum district all night. We came across some kids with a crowbar in front of a smashed window, pulling stuff out of an electrical goods shop. The alarm was going full blast. As soon as they saw us, though, they ran like the Furies were after them.’ She chuckled.
    The sight of half a dozen Praetorians marching towards you with intent and attitude would make anybody run.
    ‘But the curia has opened the basilica for the public banquet. My oppo, Sergilia, has caught guard duty there,’ she added, making a face. The law court hall was huge and could accommodate up to a thousand. But good luck to those trying to keep order.
    After checking last details with my steward for our own celebration meal later, I retreated to my office for an hour to read my messages and ensure nobody had found my stash of gifts for the 23rd. Sigillaria was important not just for the kids who loved new toys, but a day when adults gave each other something to compensate for the excesses that would surely happen today.
    Normally on Saturnalia morning, my cousin Helena and I would sip a glass of champagne and exchange jokes and snippets of gossip. She had more than a finger on the pulse of city life; its lifeblood ran through her. She’d also forewarn me about any particularly risqué activities the household were planning for today.
    Ceding my place at the head of the Mitela tribe for a day to the princeps Saturnalicius was all well and good, but even misrule and chaos had its limit as far as I was concerned. But for a few hours, the house would be overrun with noise, people, stupid but fun dares, overeating, games, theatricals and stand-up of dubious taste, arguments, falling in lust, laughter and progressive drunkenness. Helena would make sure the children were safe out of the way when the horseplay became a little too raunchy.

By early afternoon the atrium blazed with light. Everywhere was covered in ferns, spruce and pine. In the centre was a large square table covered with linen, silverware, glasses, candles and the best china. I smelt roast pork, lemons and spices. In tune with the reversal of the day Junia, the steward, was enthroned in my usual place. Conrad handed me a glass of champagne even though he was on waiter duty. His Saturnalia tunic was bright orange. He shrugged. Then grinned. Wearing over-colourful clothes was traditional, but a strain on the eyes.
    ‘It’s only for a day,’ he whispered.
    ‘I know,’ and smiled back. ‘But I wish Gil had been able to make it.’ 
    Our thirteen-year-old son had been staying in the country with Conrad’s cousin and was caught in the atrocious weather. Gil loved the madness of Saturnalia. My geeky son would turn into a shiny-eyed imp of Tartarus, darting around, laughing and joking, pulling pranks I didn’t know he knew. Now he’d be holed up with Conrad’s serious cousin for days. I only hoped they had enough food and the electricity hadn’t been cut, like the phone.
    ‘Well, Tonia’s having fun.’ Conrad pointed to her skipping between people with trays of hors d’oeuvres, watched anxiously by the steward’s son, and me. I could see at least one of the trays coming to grief, contents slithering across the marble floor.
‘Io Saturnalia!’
    I blinked at the hearty shout from the household and guests gathered around and raised my glass, then bowed towards the steward. She went to speak, but a blast of cold air and a loud thud interrupted her. All heads turned towards the atrium doors, now open. Allegra, in her military fatigues and winter parka, cheeks burning with the indoor heat, tore off her field cap and shouted, ‘Io Saturnalia’.
Everybody shouted back, the noise filling the atrium. I hugged her to me, ignoring the cold and wet of her thick coat.
    ‘I’ve brought you something else, Mama,’ she whispered in my ear and nodded towards the double doors. On the threshold stood a lanky boy – pale, shivering and wide-eyed. He was enveloped in a survival blanket.
Gil.
‘I found him trudging through the city,’ Allegra said. ‘He’s walked the ten kilometres from Brancadorum to get here and —.’
    But I didn’t hear the rest of what she said. I ran to the door and crushed him in my arms.
    Io Saturnalia, indeed!

Alison Morton

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About the Author

Alison Morton writes award-winning thrillers featuring tough but compassionate heroines. Her eleven-book Roma Nova series is set in an imaginary European country where a part of the ancient Roman Empire has survived into the 21st century and is ruled by women who face conspiracy, revolution and heartache but with a sharp line in dialogue. INCEPTIO starts the adventure in the present. Her latest, EXSILIUM, plunges us back to the late 4th century, to the very foundation of Roma Nova. Find out more from Alison's website https://alison-morton.com and find her on Facebook and Twitter

16 December 2024

"A Festive Betrothal." Special Guest Post by Amy McElroy, Author of Mary Tudor: Queen of France #HistoryWritersAdvent24


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Mary Tudor, Henry VIII's sister, lived a remarkable life. A princess, duchess and queen, she was known as the English Rose for her beauty. Mary Tudor, Queen of France, aims to explore the life of one of the few who stood up to Henry VIII and lived to tell the tale.

A Festive Betrothal.

On Sunday 17 December 1508, the whole Tudor court gathered at Richmond Palace. This day was going to be a grand occasion; it was a day for a betrothal. Henry VII was seated on a dais whilst the rest of the court, including Henry, Prince of Wales and Katherine of Aragon were amongst those gathered to witness this momentous occasion. Henry VII had already succeeded in marrying two of his children; Margaret had married James IV of Scotland five years earlier, and Prince Arthur had married Katherine of Aragon, although Arthur had sadly died in 1502. On this day he would see his daughter Mary betrothed into one of the most powerful dynasties in Europe. Mary was about to be betrothed to Charles, Prince of Castile.

Charles was the son of Philip of Burgundy and Juana, queen of Castile, sister to Katherine of Aragon. His grandfathers, Maximilan, Holy Roman Emperor, and Ferdinand I of Aragon, between them, wielded much power within Europe. However, neither of these were present. By this point Philip was dead and Ferdinand was acting on behalf of his daughter to govern her realm of Castile, alleging her mental incapacity as a reason to do so. Philip and Juana had previously been guests, though unexpectedly, of Henry VII in 1506 when their ship blew off course. Negotiations for Mary’s betrothal had been ongoing since this time. Despite many setbacks, the day had finally arrived.

The young princess stood at the foot of the dais below her father, whilst Lord de Berghes, acting as proxy for Charles stood to the side. William Warham, Archbishop of Canterbury began proceedings with a long speech about the benefits of the union and the blessings of friendship between the two realms. Representing Charles’ court, Jean le Sauvaige, President of Flanders also delivered a speech. With the long speeches over it was time to commence with vows. Lord de Berghes went first, holding Mary’s hand and repeating the vows in the present tense as they were spoken by Sauvaige. When it came to Mary, she took the hand of de Berghes and spoke her vows in French;

‘I, Mary, by you John, Lord of Berg, commissary and procurator of the most high and puissant Prince Charles, by the grace of God Prince of Spain, Archduke of Austria, and Duke of Burgundy, etc. hereto by his commission and special procuration constituted and ordained, by your means and signifying this to me – take the said Lord Charles to my husband and spouse, and consent to him as to my husband and spouse. And to him and to you for him, I promise that henceforward, during my natural life, I will have, hold, and repute him as my husband and spouse; and for this I plight my troth to him and to you for him’. 

With the vows over, de Berghes kissed Mary and placed a gold ring on her finger. After the ratifications had all been completed, the court attended Mass before the celebratory feasts and jousting took place over the following days. Mary was now Princess of Castile, and watched the jousting from her place of honour along with her sister-in-law Katherine of Aragon and their ladies. Henry VII is often referred to as being a miser but he certainly was not when it came to his family. He happily met all the costs of the betrothal but also paid for wine and food to be available for the inhabitants of London to share in the celebration.

The final day of celebrations consisted of a banquet where Charles’ embassy presented their new princess with gifts. Amongst the gifts was a piece of jewellery, sent by her betrothed. Sadly we do not know what this item was, but we do know it featured a golden letter ‘K’ for Karolus (Charles) set with diamonds and pearls. The words ‘Maria optimam partem elegit, quӕ non auferetur ab eâ’ (Mary chose the best part, which shall not be taken away from her) were engraved. Mary also received a large diamond with pearls and a ruby on behalf of Maximilian amongst other gifts. 

With the celebrations concluded, Henry VII asked the embassy if they would like to remain at court to celebrate the festive season but they declined, leaving the court to return home. As the court began to prepare for the coming Christmas period, negotiations and preparations were now underway for Mary to travel to the court of Margaret of Austria, Duchess of Savoy, aunt of Charles, and regent of the Netherlands. Despite being a princess, Mary would need assistance in learning the customs of Charles’ court, although it wasn’t all bad as it meant new fashions and dances, something Mary likely relished the thought of. For now however, Mary could remain with her family and celebrate Christmas and the gift-giving season at New Year.

If you would like to read more about Mary, my book Mary Tudor, Queen of France, is currently available for preorder and will be published in February 2025. If you would like to support an independent bookshop, Mary can be ordered directly from Fox Lane Books and will be sent signed and dedicated. Preorder here: PRE-ORDER Mary Tudor: Queen of France - with SIGNED bookplate - out 28/2/25 | Fox Lane Books

Amy McElroy

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About the Author

Amy McElroy was born in Liverpool and lived there until she moved to the Midlands for university where she studied Criminal Justice followed by Post-Grad Law. Amy is currently a civil servant, working full-time alongside her writing. She also has a blog where she reviews historical fiction and non-fiction. Amy’s first book, Educating the Tudors, was published in January 2023 and focuses on the education of all classes, the subjects they learned and who taught them. Her second book, Women’s Lives in the Tudor Era is out February 2024 and she is currently writing her third book, Mary Tudor, Queen of France. Amy also has a fourth, Desiderius Erasmus, in the pipeline, with a few more ideas up her sleeves for the future.
Amy enjoys seeing her family back in Liverpool, especially her little furry assistant in the form of cavapoo Cooper, and visiting her dad in Spain, especially in the summer. You can find out more about Amy at her blog - https://amymcelroy.blog/ and follow her on Facebook and Twitter @AmyMc_Books