1875 And All That

The Hon Spencer Cecil Brabazon Ponsonby-Fane, Vanity Fair, January 1878

Synopsis

In 1872 the Marylebone Cricket Club (MCC) codified the laws of tennis, unifying the game.  When lawn tennis emerged, burgeoning with multiple codes, just a couple of years later, it seemed reasonable that the MCC, which was the guardian of the laws of cricket, rackets and tennis, should take the lead. 

That process, which started on the playing field of Lord’s in 1875, and continued in the columns of The Field magazine, is well documented.  But what of the people at the heart of that process?  Where was the Chair of the MCC Tennis Committee, Spencer Ponsonby, when this story kicked off?  Why did Ponsonby reappear nominatively-extended, as Spencer Ponsonby-Fane, when he signed off the Laws of Lawn Tennis in May 1875? 

What was tennis’s resulting existential crisis and how did high-falutin’ sporting lawmakers from Lord’s, Prince’s and All England resolve it within a few years?  Across the pond in the USA, how did James Dwight change his mind about lawn tennis, having “voted it a fraud” when first he tried it around 1875?  And in later years, what did Spencer Ponsonby-Fane do for the enduring benefit of both Lord’s and The Newport Casino (aka The International Tennis Hall Of Fame)? 

Laying Down the Laws Before 1875 And All That

The process that led to the unified codification of laws for lawn tennis in the 1870s is well-documented and has been much discussed over the years.

In summary:

In 1872 the Marylebone Cricket Club (MCC) codified the laws (or rules) of tennis, unifying the game. 

The MCC Rules Of Tennis, April 1872, Front & Back Pages

Around the same time (late 1860s to early 1870s), lawn tennis emerged, from various games played in gardens, loosely based on other sports and pastimes such as tennis, rackets and badminton. Major Walter Clopton Wingfield was one of those innovators who took his idea further, by patenting, in early 1874:

Sphairistikè or Lawn Tennis: A New and Improved Court for Playing the Ancient Game of Tennis .

Henceforward Major Wingfield’s agents (not he, a gentlemen, engaging in trade, good heavens no) sold boxed sets of his game to the great and the good.

But Major Wingfield was not the only person developing a lawn version of tennis around that time.

In Birmingham and then Leamington, Major ‘Harry’ Gem & his pal, Augurio Perera, developed a lawn game, which they variously named pelota, lawn rackets, and lawn tennis. By late 1874, they had codified and published the rules of their Leamington Club.

Part of MS 3057, the scrapbook of T H Gem – one of the inventors of Lawn Tennis. Lawn Tennis or Pelota; Rules (changed to Laws by T H Gem) of the Game, as played by the Leamington Club. Previous reference 150861 / ZZ32. Cover of marked up draft (above) and version dated 1 January 1875 below.

The Leamington crowd seemed content to play their game in their own way at their own club without seeking to impose their equipment or rules/laws on others.

But there was an alternative “boxed set” game, named Germains Lawn Tennis, produced by cricket and croquet enthusiast John Hinde Hale, in 1874, in competition with Major Wingfield’s Sphairistikè Lawn Tennis.

Germains Lawn tennis: Box Cover above and rules cover below.

John Hinde Hale (above) with some of his All England Croquet mates (below)
Left to right: John Henry “Stonehenge” Walsh, Samuel Horace Clarke Maddock, Henry “Cavendish” Jones, John Hinde Hale, Rev. AC Pearson, Major CS Lane.

Meanwhile, “back at the ranch”, a young Harvard graduate, James Dwight, returned in the USA after his post graduating European travels in Europe, in 1874, with a lawn tennis kit.

Dwight almost certainly bought and brought a Wingfield Sphairistikè kit, although contemporary writings were silent on that detail. The booklet presented to Dwight by WW Sherman as a replacement for his lost booklet of rules, now housed at the Houghton Library at Harvard, is unquestionably a first edition Wingfield. Dwight refers to that booklet in the preface of his 1893 book Practical Lawn Tennis.

Subsequently, of his earliest efforts, Dwight wrote:

Mr. F.R. Sears, the elder brother of the champion [Richard Dudley Sears], and I put up the net and tried the game. As we had no lines and as we hit the ball in no particular direction, very naturally we could not return it. So we voted the whole thing a fraud and put it away. Perhaps a month later, finding nothing to do, we tried it again and this time in earnest. I remember even now that each won a game, and as it rained in the afternoon, we played in rubber boots and coats rather than lose a day.

Clearly, despite the soggy nature of that second go, it was enough to inspire Dwight and his friends in Nahant, Massachusetts. They organised a neighbourhood tournament as early as 1876 and then Dwight founded the United States National Lawn Tennis Association in 1881. That year the first US National Singles Championship was held [here], at the Newport Casino.

But let us return to England in late 1874. The new lawn game was burgeoning with multiple codes. Debate about conflicting rules and anomalies was rife; discussion in the pages of The Field was fraught. It seemed reasonable that the MCC, which was the guardian of the laws of cricket, rackets and tennis, should take the lead in helping to unify the laws of this new game, having successfully unified the laws of tennis just a couple of years earlier. Robert Allan “Fitz” Fitzgerald suggested such in a letter to The Field on 28 November 1874:

Extract from The Field 28 November 1874

The 1875

Lo and behold, in the February 1875 edition of The Field, letters from Fitz and John Moyer Heathcote, together with a formal notice from the former, announced an open meeting at Lord’s on 3 March 1875, preceded by, weather permitting, a practical exhibition of the game in its various forms.

Extract from The Field, 20 February 1875

Fitz cartoon, copyright MCC, GFDL v1.2 via Wikimedia Commons

John Moyer Heathcote, sketch by Walter T Wilson, 6 January 1887. Source: MCC (thumbnail, fair use)

Fitz was Secretary of the MCC in the hugely developmental years 1863 to 1876, becoming the first paid Secretary in 1865. In 1872, Fitz led the MCC’s first tour abroad, to North America, which he reported in light-hearted yet excruciating detail in his 1873 book, Wickets In The West.

John Moyer Heathcote was a great amateur tennis player, as well as a member of the MCC . He trained under Edmund Tompkins at the James Street Club from 1856, becoming amateur champion there, an informal competition, around 1859. When the MCC introduced the Gold Racket in 1867, Heathcote won and then held that title until 1882, holding either the gold or silver racquet until 1887.

The 3 March 1875 play-off on the “lawn” that is the Lord’s cricket ground outfield did go ahead; Wingfield’s Sphairistikè and Hales’s Germains Tennis were exhibited and various ideas were debated at length.

For the most part, it was Wingfield’s ideas that prevailed; in particular his distinguishing so-called hour-glass-shaped court.

Identical Isosceles trapezoids joined by a net at the shorter parallel line. Not an hour-glass shape.

Both of the box set codes used rackets scoring, as indeed did the (unrepresented) Leamington Club rules. Word is that JM Heathcote advocated a rectangular court and tennis scoring. He was a barrister by profession, but did not prevail when advocating for those matters in 1875. He got his way on those matters soon enough.

Where the real tennis expert Heathcote did prevail is in the manner of the serve and matters of the cloth. The May 1875 MCC Laws of Lawn Tennis that emerged in the aftermath of that March meeting decreed:

Rule 3 …the ball shall drop between the net and the service line of the court diagonally opposed to that from which it was delivered.

Rule 7 …Balls covered with white cloth shall be used in fine weather.

None of the pre-existing codes had regulated the serve as Rule 3 did, and much of the debate had been about the serve. The earlier codes had pretty much been unified in insisting that the serve land between the service line and the back line of the court, rather than between the service line and the net.

In early 1875, the Edinburgh Review had published the first ever journal article on lawn tennis: Lusio Pilaris & Lawn Tennis, anonymously authored by George John Cayley. It’s a fascinating read. Amongst many other things, Cayley fretted, as others had done in the columns of The Field, that big servers were dominating the lawn game. His solution was to have two nets, one high for the serve to go over (essentially mandating a lob or floated serve) and a lower one for all subsequent shots to go over.

What could possibly have gone wrong with that set up?

The May 1875 MCC solution to the serve problem is much neater than Cayley’s and largely survives to this day, as does the idea of cloth-covered balls.

The scoring system, which JM Heathcote described in his February 1875 letter to The Field as…

…the rather anomalous mode of scoring…only when hand-in (borrowed from racquets and Eton fives)…

…remained unchanged by the MCC in its initial, May 1875, published Laws of Lawn Tennis. But that important debate did not go away and we shall return to it later, as indeed did the lawn tennis powers in the late 1870s.

All this has been well documented elsewhere; there are copious references linked in the on-line paper. I hope the above summary is suitably neat.

Spencer Cecil Brabazon Ponsonby-Fane
Sir Spencer Cecil Brabazon Ponsonby-Fane

Strangely, one central character from the 1870s story of the laws of tennis codification, real and lawn, is rarely mentioned in its context. The Chair of the MCC’s Tennis Committee; Spencer Cecil Brabazon Ponsonby-Fane.

Now there’s a name to get your mouth around. I must admit, as an occasional comedy writer as well as an occasional historian, that I don’t think I could make up a better, fictional-comedic name for a 19th century MCC grandee.

Better yet, Spencer Ponsonby is a fascinating character whose influence has almost certainly been understated by past historians, possibly because his methods of influence tended to be low key.

Spencer Ponsonby was born in 1824, the sixth son of John Ponsonby, the 4th Earl of Bessborough. Spencer was the tenth of fourteen children, born and raised in their home, 3 Cavendish Square. He was probably home educated and joined the Foreign Office at the age of 16, where he had a distinguished career for the next 17 years.

Spencer was close to his older brother Frederick, who went on to be the 6th Earl of Bessborough. Those two brothers, along with several others, founded I Zingari in 1845, an early example of a peripatetic cricket club, with strong links into the MCC, which was highly influential in the development of cricket in the mid 19th century. I Zingari effectively invented “jazz-hat cricket” several decades before jazz emerged.

I Zingari playing The Household Brigade at Lord’s, 9 June 1859, the earliest known photograph of cricket being played at Lord’s, from The Ricardo Album. See also Through A Glass Brightly by Paul Smith, MCC Magazine Issue 12, 2015, reproduced with permission on The Ricardo Album website.

They were also keen amateur dramatics folk; Frederick and Spencer also founded The Old Stagers in 1842, which had close links with Kent County Cricket Club and I Zingari, playing a central part in Canterbury Cricket Week for more than half-a-century.

The Ponsonby Brothers In The Mummy, 1861 (Frederick left, Spencer right), from The Ricardo Album

Mary Boyle & Spencer Ponsonby in The Mummy, 1861, from The Ricardo Album

Spencer served on the MCC Committee 1866-68, 1870-73, and 1875-78; then was Treasurer from 1879 until his death in 1916.

So where was Spencer Ponsonby when the hoo-ha about the laws of lawn tennis kicked off in late 1874? He was clearly on a rule-based break from the main MCC committee at that time and it seems that the MCC Tennis committee was still somewhat of an ad hoc affair. The earliest Tennis Committee minute book starts in late 1875, with the 1872 laws of tennis and 1875 laws of lawn tennis inserted at the front.

But there’s his name, on the Laws of Lawn Tennis published in The Field in late May 1875: Spencer Ponsonby Fane.

But wait! On the 1872 Laws Of Tennis, his name is Spencer Ponsonby. Now it is Spencer Ponsonby Fane How did Ponsonby-Fane gain his extra name?

The simple answer to that puzzle is interesting and easy enough to find, but some of the stories behind that simple answer are fascinating history and inform our story about this man.

The simple answer: Lady Cecily Jane Georgiana Fane, died in December 1874 leaving her estates, including a beautiful but crumbling ruin near Yeovil in Somerset, Brympton d’Evercy, to her nephew and godson, Spencer Ponsonby, on condition that he adopt the name Fane.

Ronald Searle / Brympton D’Evercy House (2) CC 2.0

Before progressing Spencer’s story, let’s briefly wallow in Georgiana Fane’s biggest claim to fame; that she was romantically connected with The Duke of Wellington. Subsequently, after the Duke gave Georgiana the boot, she stalked Wellington in increasingly dotty ways. I have linked to two juicy accounts of this story in the on-line version of this paper.

Georgiana Fane Stalking WellingtonGeorgiana Fane Stalking Wellington 21 Jul 2002, Sun Sunday Telegraph (London, Greater London, England) Newspapers.com

Parenthetically, I feel bound to point out that Lady Georgiana Fane was not Ponsonby’s only eccentric aunt who had been romantically linked with Napoleonic era superstars, including The Duke of Wellington himself. Lady Caroline Lamb, nee Ponsonby, was John Ponsonby (Spencer’s dad’s) sister. Lady Caroline Lamb famously described Lord Byron, with whom she had a tempestuous affair, as “mad, bad and dangerous to know”. In her distress at the demise of her Byron affair, in 1815, it is widely believed that she had an affair with the Duke of Wellington, who, in any event, publicly comforted Caroline Lamb around that time.

The Duke of Wellington was, by repute, a keen tennis player. He accepted an invitation to become a member of the James Street Tennis Club in 1820, although it is not known whether he ever played there. Around the same time, the Duke built his own tennis court at his stately home, Stratfield Saye, near Reading. The Duke famously played tennis with Prince Albert there.

Anyway, as Oscar Wilde might have said in the context of Spencer Ponsonby’s aunts:

To have one eccentric aunt have a notorious affair with The Duke of Wellington may be regarded as misfortune, to have two looks like carelessness.

Let us return to the tennis turmoil of winter 1874/1875 and the spring of 1875. Ponsonby family legend, recorded in Charles Clive-Ponsonby-Fane’s writings on Brympton d’Evercy and elsewhere, suggests that Spencer & Frederick were in Ireland, “avoiding a subpoena”, when world reached them of Lady Georgiana’s demise and Spencer’s inheritance. The legend also suggests that the brothers played cards for the inheritance of that pile, which they envisaged as a liability more than an asset, and that Spencer lost.

I find the scandal element of that legend largely implausible. Both Frederick and Spencer were senior figures in society by late 1874, 60 and 50 years old respectively. Both went on to giddier heights as grandees in the ensuing years, which genuine scandal would most likely have snuffed out.

Further, I cannot find anything at all in the late 1874 or early 1875 press to suggest genuine difficulties for either of those Ponsonby brothers. More likely, the legend emerged from tongue-in-cheek scandal.

Around that time, Frederick Ponsonby was mentioned several times as an informant, in Charles Greville‘s sensational memoirs, which were posthumously published in late 1874.

It was that winter’s “big thing” in the press, as senior figures from the early 19th century, not least King George IV and the Duke of Wellington, were rubbished in those memoirs.

It is believed that Charles Greville especially wanted to stick the boot into Wellington, because Wellington’s affair with Greville’s mother had traumatised Greville’s immediate family.

Wellington really did have a lot to answer for in polite society.

In the mid to late 19th century, criticising recently dead monarchs and war heroes was an outrageous thing to do, which explains why Charles Greville directed that his memoirs be kept under wraps until several years after his death.

The Daily Telegraph vented its utter outrage at Greville’s memoirs being published…by serialising extracts from them. Nothing much changes in 150 years! Here is one mentioning Frederick Ponsonby in late October 1874:

Frederick Ponsonby Mention In Charles Greville's Memoires, October 1874Frederick Ponsonby Mention In Charles Greville’s Memoires, October 1874 26 Oct 1874, Mon The Daily Telegraph (London, Greater London, England) Newspapers.com

Here’s another extract from Greville’s diaries in a newspaper, this time from The New York Daily Herald, 13 December 1874. This sales-generating gossip column no doubt played some small part in funding the building of James Gordon Bennett Jr’s Newport Casino. As we Londoner’s say when flabbergasted…Gordon Bennett!

Another Frederick Ponsonby Mention in A Greville ExtractAnother Frederick Ponsonby Mention in A Greville Extract 13 Dec 1874, Sun New York Daily Herald (New York, New York) Newspapers.com

In truth, Charles Greville must have been talking about “our” Spencer and Frederick’s uncle, Major-General Frederick Ponsonby, who had fought with heroic distinction in many Napoleonic period battles, not least Waterloo.

But Charles Greville had been a cricketer of some distinction and was an MCC man, so the brothers Frederick and Spencer would doubtless have known him and many people might have supposed that the Frederick in question was the I Zingari fella.

In reality, “our” Frederick Ponsonby was therefore more likely to have been avoiding a tongue-in-cheek, faux subpoena, with regard to the Greville memoirs sensation, than at risk of a real subpoena.

The brothers might have discussed at length, the financial commitment of taking up the inheritance from Georgiana Fane. Frederick was in commerce, a senior figure in the railways. He was unmarried, childless and was next in line for the Earldom. Spencer was a senior civil servant – Comptroller of the Lord Chamberlain’s Office…don’t ask – with a wife and eleven children. Frederick would almost certainly have been in a much better financial position to take on the crumbling Brympton d’Evercy estate.

But the notion that the brothers “played cards for the inheritance and Spencer lost” must be a family in-joke or turn of phrase. I took the trouble to acquire a copy of Georgiana Fane’s will from the Probate Office archive; her will steps that inheritance through several other family members if Spencer fails to take it up, but Frederick Ponsonby isn’t one of those named.

The Western Gazette reported Georgiana Fane’s death and funeral. It mistakenly thought that Spencer was called Stephen in the 11 December 1874 obituary:

Obituary for LADY FaneObituary for LADY Fane 11 Dec 1874, Fri Western Gazette (Yeovil, Somerset, England) Newspapers.com Obituary Part TwoObituary Part Two 11 Dec 1874, Fri Western Gazette (Yeovil, Somerset, England) Newspapers.com

Spencer, properly named a week later, was reportedly at Georgiana Fane’s funeral, as was kid brother George, whereas Frederick was not:

Georgiana Fane Funeral reported 18 December 1874, presumably 11 December 1874Georgiana Fane Funeral reported 18 December 1874, presumably 11 December 1874 18 Dec 1874, Fri Western Gazette (Yeovil, Somerset, England) Newspapers.com

Many papers reported the will and bequests in some detail.

Will & Bequests Georgiana FaneWill & Bequests Georgiana Fane 23 Jan 1875, Sat Liverpool Daily Post (Liverpool, Merseyside, England) Newspapers.com

Spencer went about the business of changing his name by Royal Licence pretty quickly. Georgiana Fane’s will was proved on 26 December 1874 – the date being an interesting fact in itself, as Boxing Day had become a statutory holiday in 1871.

Someone was working in the Probate Office despite it being a public holiday that day. Just imagine. Anyway, just a few weeks later, according to the Index of Name Changes:

Ponsonby-Fane : Ponsonby, S. C. B. 5 Feb., 1875 (547).

Clearly Georgiana Fane’s estate was a problematic one. Spencer Ponsonby-Fane sought redress through the Court of Chancery against his cousin/executors. Here is a summary of Spencer’s letter to his cousin William Dashwood Fane on 20 February 1875:

The Chancery suit for permission to sell Nassington and the heirlooms moves so slowly that he sees no possibility of giving him a positive answer as to Brympton before the time Fane needs to give notice to his present landlord. Therefore he must abandon the hope of having him as tenant. Will try to live there in a hugger mugger way for a couple of months, and let it for hunting in the winter.

William Dashwood Fane was a barrister of some repute; it would have taken some guts for Spencer to make an adversarial challenge to that executor in court. But more likely, the suit was a collaborative effort to have the court determine potentially contentious elements of the distribution.

Don’t mess with Dashwood Fane

Here is an extract from the Lincolnshire archive with regard to the court petition itself, in March 1875:

Bill of complaint in Chancery

The Hon. Spencer Cecil Brabazon Ponsonby Fane plt. v. William Dashwood Fane and Charles Fane, defendants

Lady Georgiana Fane died possessed of an estate at Brympton, Som. (1235 ac.), annual rental about 23,000; of an estate at Nassington, Northants. (54lac.), annual rental about £900, and an estate in Prince Edward Island; and of personal estate worth £16,363.16.6, with plate and jewelry bequeathed as heirlooms or specifically bequeathed worth £12,121. The Brympton and Nassington estates are subject to mortgages for the principal sums of £32,076 and £18,111.8s. respectively, and the annual interest amounts to £1303.8s. and £765.11.4. The Brympton mansion, being on a large scale can only be kept up at considerable expense. The beneficiaries under the will have therefore presented a petition to Chancery for selling the Nassington estate and applying the proceeds of sale in discharge of the incumbrances on the Brympton estate. Expedient also to sell the plate and jewelry settled as heirlooms to help discharge mortgage debt and enable plaintiff to reside at Brympton.

Difficulty of defendants in selecting from testatrix’s jewelry in order to carry out bequest to earls of Westmorland. Difficulty in deciding which of the diamonds shall be considered heirlooms.

The plaintiff prays that the trusts of the will and codicil may be carried into execution and her estate administered under the direction of the Court.

Families, eh?

Still, none of this stopped Spencer Ponsonby-Fane from being re-elected to the MCC Committee in May 1875 and signing off the Laws of Lawn Tennis that month. But his inheritance of Brympton d’Evercy was, by all accounts, life-changing for Spencer Ponsonby-Fane. He made it his life’s work for the remaining 40 years of his life to turn that place into a cricket festival idyll, with apparent sustained success.

After May 1875…

The 1875 MCC Laws of Lawn Tennis did not eliminate debate in the pages of the Field. In the very next issue, June 1875, Henry “Cavendish” Jones requested several points of clarification, while applauding the issuance of unifying laws. Interestingly, Cavendish’s June 1875 piece is shown under the “Tennis” heading in The Field. Previous lawn tennis listings, including the publication of the May 1875 laws, were shown under Pastimes.

Dr Henry “Cavendish” Jones was a doyen of whist and croquet; a founder of the All England Club, an early enthusiastic experimenter with the new game of lawn tennis and a lover of rules.

Henry “Cavendish” Jones, above with croquet mallet, below with luxuriant beard

In September 1875, Cavendish lamented the idea of Prince’s Club setting up a rival code to the MCC’s unifying code, while suggesting a few matters for further discussion and possible revision.

The Field, September 1875

Cavendish was not the only correspondent in The Field to talk about lawn tennis, but he was the most persistent one. In June 1876 he raised, head on, the question of the scoring system. A lengthy piece, Cavendish cuts to the chase in the first sentence:

Sir, I have lately been scoring the strokes at lawn tennis in the same way that they are scored at real tennis, and I think this so great an improvement to the game that I write to advocate its general adoption, and with the hope, if this plan finds general favour, that it may be placed as an alternative method of scoring in the MCC rules should they be revised.

Parenthetically, I think this June 1876 letter is the first published use of the term “real tennis” to distinguish the original game from lawn, although Heathcote describes lawn as “no bad substitute for the real game” in his letter of March 1875.

Several of the suggestions from Cavendish and others, published in The Field between June 1875 and June 1876 were taken into account in the minor revisions of the Laws of Lawn tennis published by the MCC in August 1876…

…but not the one about the scoring system, which remained relentlessly rackets/badminton style in that version.

The Tennis Committee Minute Book suggests that the 1876 revisions were approved before Cavendish’s letter of June 1876 was published.

Here, for the record, is a table of the dates, locations and attendees of the minuted meetings 1875 and 1876:

DateLocationAttendees
27 August 1875Lord’s PavilionT Burgoyne, RA Fitzgerald, Hon E Chandos Leigh, Hon S Ponsonby-Fane, JM Heathcote, W H Dyke, Hon CG Lyttleton, CE Boyle, GB Crawley
5 November 1875Lord Chamberlain’s OfficeHon S Ponsonby-Fane, CE Boyle, T Burgoyne, RA Fitzgerald
11 November 187522 Portland PlaceHon S Ponsonby-Fane, JM Heathcote, T Burgoyne, RA Fitzgerald
1 February 1876 “5”22 Portland PlaceHon S Ponsonby-Fane, JM Heathcote, T Burgoyne, RA Fitzgerald
7 February 1876Lord Chamberlain’s OfficeT Burgoyne, RA Fitzgerald, Hon E Chandos Leigh, Hon S Ponsonby-Fane, JM Heathcote, Sir W H Dyke, GB Crawley
6 March 1876St James’s PalaceHon S Ponsonby-Fane, JM Heathcote, GB Crawley (Rule changes to 1872 Tennis Laws)
4 April 1876Lord’s Cricket GroundHon S Ponsonby-Fane alone attended.
4 May 1876Lord Chamberlain’s OfficeHon S Ponsonby-Fane, CE Boyle, T Burgoyne, RA Fitzgerald
1 June 1876Lord’s Cricket GroundHon S Ponsonby-Fane, JM Heathcote, T Burgoyne, H Perkins

The only person who attended all meetings was Spencer Ponsonby Fane – even if we exclude the April 1876 meeting that he minuted attending alone.

A sad MCC note at the end of that list is the replacement of RA Fitzgerald with Henry Perkins in mid 1876. Fitz had been “asked to resign” due to ill health, believed to be neurosyphilis.

There’s then a break in the minutes for more than 10 months, until a hugely significant meeting at St James’s Palace on 23 April 1877:

23 April 1877 St James’s Palace.

Hon S Ponsonby-Fane, Sir WH Dyke, JM Heathcote, T Burgoyne.

At the request of the committee, Mr Julian Marshall was also present.

It was reported that JM Heathcote had retained possession, unchallenged, of the Gold Tennis Prize. and tat Mr RD [Russell Donnithorne] Walker had won the Silver Prize for 1876.

A proposal to employ Gray, the Harrow Racquets marker, during the season, was considered but postponed.

Sir William Dyke moved & Mr Heathcote seconded the following resolution: That the present Tennis Court is insufficient to meet the large amount of play, and the demand of members for the court, and that the Tennis Committee call the attention of the Committee of MCC to the receipts of providing another court, if possible, with as little delay as possible, to meet the requirements of the members.

Mr Heathcote called attention to the correspondence in The Field with regard to the Laws of Lawn Tennis & expressed an opinion that the time had arrived for altering and amending them.

The subject was discussed at some length and adjourned.

It was proposed that Mr Julian Marshall be elected to the Tennis Committee.

This April 1877 minute is, I believe, illuminating in many ways. Interesting to see the tennis Silver Racket won by one of the great cricketing Walker Brothers of Southgate, who founded Middlesex County Cricket Club and governed it for the rest of the 19th century and a bit beyond.

The Walker pile: Arnos Grove. When they moved Middlesex from Princes to Lord’s, The Walker Brothers expressed no regrets.

For most of the 1870s, Middlesex CCC played most of its cricket at Prince’s Club, in Knightsbridge, which was in its pomp at that time. In 1877, Middlesex CCC switched to Lord’s. Whether this switch was due to Prince’s locational vulnerability in Knightsbridge, or was part of the cause of that vulnerability, is unknown and probably unknowable.

At Lord’s itself, this April 1877 minute indicates that there was a change of influence, to which Spencer Ponsonby-Fane was party, if not the direct cause. Rackets was falling from favour and tennis was in the ascendancy.

Of course, the proposal to build a second tennis court at Lord’s continues to bounce around, even to this day. But co-opting Julian Marshall onto the MCC tennis committee was a masterstroke. By April 1877, The Field was well into its serialisation of Marshall’s Annals of Tennis. He was also on the All England committee, which must have been well into the planning stage of the first Wimbledon tournament by April 1877.

Julian Marshall – from Tennis Library Wiki on fair use basis.

This leads me to contend that the prevailing view, that the All England tournament pioneers dragged the MCC reluctantly into accepting tennis scoring rather than rackets scoring for lawn tennis by unilaterally applying tennis scoring to the 1877 Wimbledon tournament, is a misreading of events.

CG Heathcote’s telling of the story in The Badminton Library of Sports and Pastimes (1st edition published 1890) is melodramatic in style and, to my mind, tongue-in-cheek. He describes the debates about the shape of the court and the scoring system as an existential crisis…

…”which should determine whether the game was to bask for a few seasons in the smiles of fashion, and then decay and die, as rinking [rollerskating] had done, and as croquet also for a while did; or whether it was to take its place permanently among recognised English sports, and so contribute to the formation of English character and English history…

…Compared, indeed, with the M.C.C. code, the new rules might appear revolutionary…”

While CG Heathcote described the idea of a rectangular court and tennis scoring as “revolutionary”, his brother, JM Heathcote, had advocated precisely those things at the March 1875 open meeting at Lord’s. Cavendish was not a member of the MCC, but Julian Marshall was. After adding Julian Marshall to the MCC Tennis Committee, there was a clear groundswell on the MCC sub-committee to adopt the ideas that the AEC&LTC was about to put forward for its 1877 competition, and the rest, as they say, was history.

In 1877, the MCC would not have looked on the All England in Wimbledon as being a competitor with the MCC at Lord’s. Further, the All England, at least as represented by Cavendish in the pages of The Field, seemed keen to ensure that there was a single code of lawn tennis and wanted the MCC to be the guardian of that code.

From an MCC perspective, I suggest that only Prince’s Club will have been seen as a threat to Lord’s in the 1870s. Prince’s, with its high-falutin’ membership list, its Turkish Bath, multiple rackets courts, two tennis courts, two lawn tennis courts and a cricket pitch, located in increasingly fashionable Knightsbridge. Prince’s, in its pomp at the time, seemed willing, perhaps even keen, to apply its own codes to sports and pastimes where it chose to differ from the MCC code. Prince’s appears to have been arguing strongly for rectangular courts and net heights of its own liking, but not for a switch away from rackets scoring.

My contention is that lawn tennis’s switch from rackets scoring to tennis scoring for lawn tennis was a collaborative effort between the doyens of the MCC and the doyens of the AEC&LTC between the summer of 1876 and the spring of 1877. Such a collaborative, strategic manoeuvre has the hallmarks and fingerprints of genial autocrats such as Spencer Ponsonby-Fane and (possibly) the new MCC Secretary Henry Perkins, as well as advocates of the new game such as Cavendish, Julian Marshall and the Heathcote brothers.

Wimbledon Tournament c1877

The closing stages of that first Wimbledon tournament of 1877 was a bit of a family affair. Among the six quarter-finalists (don’t ask):

  • Julian Marshall himself was one of them, losing to…
  • Charles Gilbert Heathcote himself, who lost his semi-final to the eventual champion.
  • William Marshall was Julian Marshall’s cousin – William won his quarter final then got a bye to the final where he lost to…
  • Spencer Gore, the inaugural Wimbledon Champion, who was, it transpires, a nephew of the Hon Spencer Cecil Brabazon Ponsonby-Fane.

Blood and Gore

After the dust settled, in 1879, Julian Marshall published a small book

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Lawn Tennis & Badminton, With The Laws Adopted By The MCC and The AEC&LTC, by Julian Marshall, 1879

The laws are quoted verbatim with permission. Laws 1 to 23 specify tennis scoring. Laws 24 to 30 set out an alternative permitted method of scoring – our old friend rackets/badminton first to 15 hand-in points. A very MCC-style compromise. But tennis scoring was bound to prevail quite rapidly, and so it did.

Spencer Ponsonby-Fane’s Later Years & Influence

In 1879, Spencer Ponsonby-Fane became the Treasurer of the MCC and remained so until his death in 1915. He was honoured with laying the first stone of the iconic Lord’s Pavilion in 1889.

Pavilion as seen from The President’s Box, 2025

Spencer Ponsonby-Fane remained Comptroller of The Lord Chamberlain’s Office until 1901 and remained the Governor of I Zingari until his death in 1915, despite having found a “spiritual home” for his style of festival cricket at Brympton d’Evercy in Somerset. He also chaired Somerset County Cricket Club in his dotage.

But perhaps Spencer Ponsonby-Fane’s most lasting contribution to the MCC and Lord’s was his championing of the MCC Collection, now the MCC Museum, Library and Archive. In particular during his several decades as Treasurer, the collection progressed from a casual assortment of items arising from a vague invitation to members to donate stuff (c1864) to a formal collection of art works, artefacts and books.

In his own words from the introduction to the 1912 MCC Catalogue:

I am indebted to SPF for the facilities that made it possible for me to research this piece, almost to the extent that I am indebted to the people listed below who helped me in various ways to research and produce it.

It seems more than fitting for me to be talking about SPF at Newport, where Tennis’s International Hall of Fame is located. SPF’s vision around curating the art and history of the game of cricket has been transplanted into many other sports, not least tennis, here in Newport.

I’m not convinced that SPF cared all that much for lawn tennis. Late in life, in 1901, SPF wrote a whimsical booklet for the Railway Passengers Assurance Company to help them promote their accident insurance policies, which they were promoting to sports and pastime enthusiasts.

Here’s what he says about cricket:

And here’s what he says about lawn tennis:

Indeed, while preparing this piece I have oft wondered about the extent to which SPF was an enthusiast of and/or a fine player of real tennis. After all, cricket really was his main thing and he was certainly seen as a fine amateur cricketer. But SPF was past his prime by the time we get any documented records of tennis competitions.

The evidence is purely circumstantial. He remained Chair of the MCC Tennis Committee, certainly until 1895 and possibly his death. (The Tennis Committee minute books between 1895 and 1925 are missing). That role might have been by dint of rackets as much as, or more than, tennis, but I doubt it. In his late dotage, SPF was President of the Royal Tennis Court, Hampton Court, for nearly 20 years, 1896 to 1915. An unlikely honour in the absence of some real tennis pedigree. I mean real, real tennis pedigree.

SPF in his dotage, at an I Zingari function at Lord’s in his honour: “Hon. Secretary and deeply-loved, though autocratic, Governor.” according to his Wisden obituary

The Enforcer with SPF’s bat – the author in his dotage – slightly better-looking technique than Ponsonby’s…no? The author would be content with the Wisden obituary quote, which was applied to Albert Ricardo’s I Zingari & MCC career: “He was not much of a player, but his presence was always welcome as he was a most cheery and pleasant companion.” Photograph by Alan Rees.

Acknowledgements

With grateful thanks to Alan Rees in the MCC Library, who has been incredibly helpful and patient with me. Thanks also to Alastair Robson, Nigel à Brassard, Tony Friend, David Best and others for helpful ideas, materials and encouragement.

Especial gratitude to Janie, for tolerating me while I spend many hours researching, writing about and paying more attention to dead sporty-folk, than I do to her. Bad form is temporary, class is permanent.

Further Reading & References

MCC: More Than A Cricket Club, John Shneerson, Ronaldson Publications, 2020

The Birth of Lawn Tennis: From The Origins Of The Game To The First Championship At Wimbledon, Robert T Everitt and Richard A Hillway, Vision Sports Publishing, (updated edition), 2024

Sport and the Making of Britain (International Studies in the History of Sport), Derek Birley, Manchester University Press, 1993

The Game Of Sphairistikè or Lawn Tennis, A Facsimile Of the Original (1874) Rules Of Tennis, Walter Wingfield, Wimbledon Society Museum Press

Really Ancient History (On-Line Forum “Classic Racquet Talk”)

Lawn Tennis, James Dwight, Wright & Ditson, 1886

Practical Lawn Tennis, James Dwight, Harper & Brothers, 1893

Lawn Tennis: Its Past, Present, & Future, J Parmly Paret, The MacMillan Company (New York), 1904

Wickets in the West: or The Twelve in America, Robert Allan Fitzgerald, Tinsley Brothers, 1873

Lusio Pilaris & Lawn Tennis, The Edinburgh Review 1875-01: Vol 141 Iss 287, pp52-88

The Badminton Library of Sports and Pastimes Tennis: Lawn Tennis: Rackets: Fives, Longmans, 1890

Rackets, Squash Rackets, Tennis, Fives & Badminton, Lord Aberdare (ed), Lonsdale Library Volume XVI, Seeley Service & Co, 1951

The Harry Gem Project: https://theharrygemproject.co.uk/ . In particular, the article “Early Lawn Tennis”: https://theharrygemproject.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2022/02/Early-Lawn-Tennis-Print.pdf

Spencer Ponsonby-Fane Wikipedia Entry.

Through A Glass Brightly by Paul Smith, MCC Magazine Issue 12, 2015, reproduced with permission on The Ricardo Album website.

Wellington’s Places: Stratfield Saye (AgeofReveolution.org).

Brympton d’Evercy, Charles Clive-Ponsonby-Fane,  English Life Publications Ltd, 1976 (1980).

An Index to Changes of Name for UK and Ireland 1760-1901, W P Phillimore and Edward Alex Fry, Phillimore & Co, 1905

The Annals Of Tennis, Julian Marshall, “The Field” Office, 1878

Lawn Tennis & Badminton, With The Laws Adopted By The MCC and The AEC&LTC, by Julian Marshall, 1879

US Trip 23 September to 8 October, Day Three: The Elms, The Tennis & The Moorings, Newport RI, 25 September 2025

Bend it like Camden

Another wet day.

With the pre-tennis match reception starting no earlier than 13:00 (we planned to arrive a little later than that) we had time to visit one of the nearer mansions, The Elms, during an ingeniously-picked break in the almost-relentless rain that morning.

Some of the regular houses on the way to the mansion were quite grand.

We found the inside of the mansion rather hideous in its ostentation and faux-baroque grandeur…

…although the kitchens and gardens made the visit seem very much worthwhile.

As seen in The Gilded Age, apparently.

We resolved to take in the other mansions, all of which must be similar in most ways, by dint of a well planned cliff and street walk the next day, weather permitting.

Despite not being drowned like rats that morning, we still freshened up and choose to Uber it to the Newport Club rather than risk getting soaked in our glad rags.

We enjoyed a fine lunch and then witnessed, from the Club Room, Camden Riviere winning the World Championship again by taking three of the day’s four sets to complete the task 7-1 in just two days.

Want to see more than just a couple of photos? You can see all of the play on our day by clicking the link below. You can occasionally see me and Janie sitting up in the top right hand corner of the club room:

John Lumley put up a fine fight on that second day. It was a great honour and privilege to attend that day and to be on the court itself to see the trophy presented.

John Lumley (above) came an honourable second on Day Two.

Tony Hollins rounded off the formalities

We returned to our apartment to change into more casual clothes, then went out to try a local restaurant with a good reputation for seafood – The Moorings. Obviously super-popular, even though it’s was out of season they had no tables, but could offer us full menu at the bar, which was very well appointed.

We ended up being served by a very interesting barman/maitre d, who seemed a bit suspicious of us at first, but once Janie asked him a question about the NFL football he became our best friend.

“Let me explain the offensive backfield in motion and offside penalty rules to you…”

Superb clam chowder and lobster rolls, with a fine Napa Valley Chardonnay. A very enjoyable evening.

We took a gazillion pictures that day. If you want to wade through all of that eye candy, then click the Flickr link here or below.

US Trip 23 September to 8 October, Day Two: Tennis History Conference & Art Exhibition, Newport RI, 24 September 2025

Young Lookalike With Racquet 1985/c1640

Raining.

Apparently they had almost no rain at all in Newport for months, but the forecast had promised and indeed delivered two rainy days to greet our arrival.

I had told Freddy Adams in advance that we would not attend the morning session of the history conference, as we would need the time to catch up on sleep and orient ourselves. That was indeed a wise decision. We zombied around the apartment for a while and looked a lot of things up.

Then, late morning, we decided to walk the long way round to the conference despite the rain. Mr Google told me that the Newport Mansion Preservation Society offices would be open and that mansion was not too far from our place and then not too far from the Newport Casino.

Unfortunately the information was incorrect and the offices are no longer open. Of course it was possible to arrange mansion views on-line, but my hoped-for old-fashioned leaflet and building with friendly face-to-face advice was not to be.

Looking like drowned rats, we arrived at the International Tennis Hall of Fame‘s Newport Casino Theatre well ahead of the afternoon sessions, which were very interesting, despite the cold inside the heavily air-conditioned theatre itself. Note to self – bring jumper on Friday whatever the weather.

The rain had stopped by late afternoon, so rather than hang around we chose to return to our apartment and freshen up/change ahead of the evening’s art exhibition at the Newport Art Museum, about which we had learnt a fair bit in that afternoon conference session.

That evening turned out to be quite a highlight, especially for Janie who was hugely impressed by the show, as was I.

In particular Bill Sullivan’s cartoonish and Bauhaus-inspired works…

Bauhaus or Bau-mouse?

More lookalikes – a pair of Micky Mouse tennis players

…plus some of Freddy’s own pictures, Beth Curren’s pieces, Charles Johnstone’s photographs and works by Robert Manice…and others.

Two of Beth Curren’s pieces

Two inspired pictures (photo art) by Freddy

Three of Charles Johnstone’s pictures

Robert Manice explaining his methods to Janie

The artists for these two classic works did not show up at the preview/launch event, for some reason.

Feeling very tired, we skipped the informal dinner gathering and went for a very casual quick bite at the Mountain Moose Noodle bar across the street from our apartment, then an early night.

Want to see all the photos from that day? – click the Flickr link here or below:

US Trip 23 September to 8 October, Day One: London To Newport, 23 September 2025

Nightmare On Thames Street

Virgin notified us that our flight would be delayed before we even set off from home, but they also notified us that cyber attack issues meant that we might need to get to the airport a bit earlier to check in the old-fashioned way, even though we had already checked in!

In the end the flight almost caught up with the 50 minute delay, then we circled Boston Logan for ages and formalities in the US seemed to take an age blah blah…

…of course most of the drive from Boston to Newport RI ended up being driving in the dusk/dark, which I had hoped to avoid. At least I had the chance to get used to driving “Max The Mazda” before it got dark. And at least my e-SIM was a doddle to activate, giving me the Wi-Fi connectivity I would need for sat naving and the like.

Very tired on arrival, we sought out the convenience store three blocks away on Thames, as mentioned in advance correspondence by our Airbnb host Jay. Jay had seemed most amused that his English guests would assume that street to be pronounced “Tems” as opposed to the American way, “Thaymes”.

Daisy went into tizzy mode at the sight of convenience products that looked nothing like the ones she is used to in Waitrose, although the quality seemed reasonable enough to me…unlike the prices. 

I’m normally the more intense of the two of us, but on this aspect I was totally relaxed about grabbing whatever basic milk, butter, juice, bread, jam, biscuits and cereal the place had to hand…just to get us started.

The only problem with that place was the lack of liquor licence, but Mr Google helped me to find a liquor store just two or three blocks further down Thaymes…I mean Tems…yes, Thames Street. “Werewolves of London” was playing in the store as we walked in and that song became my ear-worm for the rest of our stay in Newport.

The Billionaire Inside Your Head by Will Lord, Hampstead Theatre Downstairs, 20 September 2025

This was a really interesting and enjoyable evening at the theatre. We saw the second preview, so you might be reading this ahead of formal press night.

Janie and I highly recommend this play/production.

We are big fans of the Hampstead Downstairs, which rarely disappoints us.

There seems to be something about Anna Ledwich’s work as a director (which we have seen several times), when she works with Allison McKenzie, that attracts quirky people to sit next to us:

Differently quirky people this time – no drink spillage but very interesting chat before the show…unfortunately they were a pair who like to chat to each other during a show as well, but never mind.

Meanwhile Allison McKenzie as Voice/Nicole opened the piece by talking at us, the audience…and then did so again a few times during the play. Be prepared to be challenged in more ways than one!

The play is about OCDs and the voices/compulsive thoughts that some people have in their heads constantly. The character Nicole is the personification of that voice to Richie, Nathan Clarke’s character. He and Ashley Margolis, as Nicole’s son and the OCD-challenged young man’s hapless yet caring friend, riffed off each other extremely well. All three performers were excellent.

As is so often the case at the Hampstead Downstairs, the design team somehow manages to get a lot of theatre out of a small space through ingenuity and some pretty impressive choreographed movements by the performers.

Enough of me prattling on. If you haven’t booked it yet, Janie and I suggest that you book it before it sold out. Read all about it here.

And if you are one of the people who was lucky enough to be in the audience on Saturday and you work out who I am, you might, if superstitious, be relieved to know that I am writing this on the Monday after, so I didn’t die the day after we saw the show. No fictional voice in the head bullies me!

See the show. We’re not kidding!

After August: Creditors by August Strindberg, Adapted by Howard Brenton, Orange Tree Theatre, 6 September 2025

Oh boy was I excited ahead of this one. Janie and I don’t usually go to see plays when we have seen an excellent production before. But we are huge fans of Strindberg and this just seemed too good to miss.

Tom Littler, Director, pairing up again with Howard Brenton adapting a Strindberg play. We loved their version of The Dances of Death at The Gate

Could that team possibly wow us again, this time with Creditors, a play which we had seen in an excellent production at The Donmar “back in the day”?

Yes they could.

Despite the risk of over-expectation, Janie and I were wowed by this production of Creditors at the Orange Tree, which we saw on the day of the first preview.

Charles Dance, Nicholas Farrell and Geraldine James are such fine actors and professional folk all, we should not be surprised that their performances seemed as polished as one might expect deep into a run. Only the curtain call (if you can call it a curtain call in a curtain-free, in-the-round place like The Orange Tree) showed signs of under-preparation. At a first preview, that surely can be forgiven, or even awarded laughter and additional applause, which it was.

The evening started slightly oddly. We arrived at The Orange Tree early enough for a pre-show drink. The gentleman serving behind the bar, whom I did not recognise, looked up at us and said:

I’ve just been reading your blog.

When Janie expressed surprise, both at the fact that the gentleman recognised me and that he had been reading my blog, the gentleman said:

He’s got a very recognisable face. And there aren’t many people who blog about both The Orange Tree Theatre and Lord’s cricket.

We then all three had a brief chat about Middlesex cricket before parting company, in our case with our drinks.

I’d be less recognisable if someone stopped taking all those double-selfies

Returning to The Orange Tree’s production of Creditors, there is clearly something that really works when Howard Brenton adapts Strindberg plays and Tom Littler then directs them. Those two seem to “get” Strindberg, creating an atmosphere, setting the scenarios and pacing the text masterfully. In the hands of a fine acting trio such as Dance, Farrell and James, it is a gob-smackingly good 90 minutes or so of theatre.

Such a shame (for those without tickets) that the run has sold out, but there will be a filmed version of this production available for streaming in October and perhaps this production will get a transfer. This really is one of those productions that theatre lovers should have a chance to see. Janie and I feel hugely privileged to have got to see this production on its very first airing.

Formal reviews should start appearing soon if they have not already started appearing by the time you read this – click here for a good search term that should capture most perhaps even all.

We love The Orange Tree Theatre. Have I mentioned that before? (Yes).

The Rest Is Cricket: Radlett & Lord’s In The Second Half Of August 2025

Clarification: The Headline Photo Is Lord’s. Not Radlett.

Readers of this piece might be deceived into thinking that I spent an entire fortnight at the end of August 2025 watching cricket. Nothing could be further from the truth.

However, the only photogenic and noteworthy events I attended, as it happens, were cricket. The rest is… [insert your choice of expletive here].

17 August: Middlesex v Yorkshire At Radlett

Much like the Middlesex batting, the camera at the Salter’s Field End couldn’t keep up

A long in the planning arrangement to meet up with Yorkshire Simon & Jilly Black at Radlett, where Middlesex & Yorkshire were to do battle in a One Day Cup match.

The events in the days prior to the match seemed almost too good to be true. Both teams were towards or at the top of the table, making the clash meaningful tournament-wise, unlike our previous meet-up there for the same fixture a couple of years earlier:

Also, it seemed that the weather would smile on us for the day, as it had done in 2023. That is one good thing about having the plethora of outground cricket in July and August – those are probably the most reliable months for dry weather, which really is a big help at outgrounds like Radlett.

We all turned up. Even some of Simon’s friends who we hadn’t been told to expect turned up, which added to the “informal gathering” vibe.

Sadly, Middlesex didn’t turn up, but we don’t need to talk about that bit. In 2023, Yorkshire barely turned up.

Jilly had never been to a cricket match before. Being someone who wouldn’t exactly describe herself as a sports lover, she showed some reluctance at having the LBW law explained to her in excruciating detail. Nor did Jilly seem keen to understand the difference between finger spin and wrist spin.

Jilly did, however, notice a women sitting in front of us, whose posture on the portable folding chair brought on a quite extreme “builder’s bum” appearance. I would never have noticed such a thing, but Jilly pointed it out to Janie and Janie then pointed it out to me. Once such a thing has been pointed out to you, it is hard to avoid taking the occasional glance, although I think I did better self-control job than Jilly:

Me, watching the cricket, Jilly, taking in the crack

Janie was too polite to photograph the costume malfunction woman, who, I hope, remained oblivious to the distraction she had unwittingly caused.

It was a weird afternoon in more ways than just bum cleavage. When Janie and I went to the loo, we noticed a person, quite clearly an elderly man, entering the women’s portacabin toilet. Janie and another woman went in soon after. I waited outside until all had emerged, just in case. First the man, then the other woman, then Janie. The two women paused to have a chat about the experience, as Janie had challenged the man, gently, asking…

…are you in the right place?

Yes…

…said the man, incredulously.

I went through the appropriate door, did my small amount of business and then turned/returned to photograph the portacabin toilet doors, to see if there was any ambiguity in the signage:

Unambiguous

“No ambiguity there. Perhaps the wrong-door-old-geezer was a little tired and emotional”.

None of this stopped us from having a very enjoyable afternoon at Radlett with Simon and Jilly.

20 August: The Hundred At Lord’s Plus The Night Tapes

Warner facing up to the Northern Superchargers

The weather was great. Janie and I got to Lord’s in good time and bagged one of Janie’s favourite spots on the sun deck. We enjoyed the women’s match pretty much in its entirety and then went to have a quick look at the tennis court, which turned into a longer look than intended such that we missed most of the gig, which is a shame because I quite liked the dreamy sound of IIris and her gang, The Night Tapes, when I researched the matter oh so thoroughly the night before the gig.

I especially liked this one, when researching:

As is often the case for us on these The Hundred days, we had enjoyed ourselves enough by about 65-70 balls into the first of the men’s match innings, so we grabbed some shawarmas from The Cedar stall on exit and followed the end of the match on TV while munching and drinking some wine.

Our day on finals day ended similarly, but before that day ended…

31 August: The Hundred Finals Day Including A Perrie Concert

Davina Perrin batting for the Northerns – remember where and when you first heard her name

Again we got to Lord’s in good time, although we were, for the first time in ages, to take in this match from the Warner stand, not the pavilion. I had prioritised a physiotherapy appointment over being able to log in first in the queue for The Hundred tickets on the day the tickets were released. 😇

Actually it was a nice perspective on finals day – not least because we could hear the hullabaloo better from the Warner than you can up top in the pavilion.

The women’s match was a good one.

During the interval between matches, Barry Nathan popped over for a chat.

After being elevated in front of the media centre, Perrie popped around to our stand, bringing her dance-and-pose troupe with her:

You can see Perrie’s full performance through this link.

Or you might prefer the highlights that Janie (Daisy) videoed for herself which, obviously, are better…or at least, shorter and more to the point:

After all that commotion, even the fireworks at the start of the second match seemed tame:

After watching the end of the second match at home over shawarmas and wine, I did wonder whether the Oval franchise might be renamed The Oval Inevitables unless the authorities change the recruitment rules for future seasons.

Still, Janie and I always enjoy these days out at Lord’s, and this year’s finals day was no exception.

Four Noteworthy Days In Oh Such Different Ways, 12 to 15 August 2025

Nat Oaks At Lord’s, 14 August 2025

Tuesday 12 August: Goodbye Hydrotherapy At Riverstone, Hello Chelsea Arts Club

I had my last hydrotherapy session for my hip surgery rehab with Michael Lambert at Riverstone that afternoon – highly recommended if you are recovering from major surgery or injury, btw. My entire focus now will be on the more gruelling home and gym based physio.

Criss-crossing the Borough all day – later that afternoon, I ventured to the Chelsea Arts Club, where Tony Friend had kindly arranged to introduce me to Nigel à Brassard, a fellow avocational writer/historian who is also to speak at the Real Tennis Society history conference next month. A most pleasurable early evening with some very interesting note-swapping. I think Nigel’s notes to me will have helped me far more than my notes will have helped Nigel. I don’t suppose he minds.

Wednesday 13 August: A Sad Day At Stuart Morris’s Funeral

A few week’s ago Janie and I were shocked to learn that Stuart, Annalisa’s husband, had died suddenly and unexpectedly of heart failure. We resolved to keep the funeral day free and attended the moving and dignified ceremony at Bierton Crematorium.

In truth, we did not know Stuart well, having met him perhaps once or twice before attending Annalisa & Stuart’s wedding, all those years ago:

But of course we did know Annalisa well and wanted to be there for her. As it turned out, it was a very large gathering, as Stuart had been extremely popular and well -regarded by friends, police colleagues and even his latter-day colleagues from Whipsnade Zoo, whom Stuart had not known for long but the several who attended seemed much affected by their time with him, which had been so cruelly cut short.

Thursday 14 August: Nat Oaks Concert At Lord’s, Before & After Which Was Some Tennis & Cricket

I love being able to combine tennis and cricket on visits to Lord’s. Not least when this combination of activity affords the opportunity to watch some cricket with a fellow tennis player or two. On this occasion, some relatively gentle doubles (playing entirely left-handed at the time having torn my bicep tendon in late July), followed by The Hundred matches between the London Spirit and Trent Rockets, with Nat Oaks performing in-between.

Max McHardy, from The Bionic Quartet…

…was one of the four again. This time, we had the opportunity to watch some cricket and contemporary music together after our game. It was great to watch some cricket with Max, as we had never much discussed cricket before, given the highly focussed nature of our mind sets, and therefore conversation, when playing tennis.

Max had never watched women’s cricket live before and I think was quite taken with it when observed from the rarefied atmosphere of the Lord’s pavilion terrace. We are so privileged being able to use those facilities as “our cricket club-house”.

I’m not sure that Max was as sure about the music of Nat Oaks. I rather liked it, having extensively researched the subject ahead of the match (i.e. I had watched two on-line vids before setting off for Lord’s).

This is what she looked like performing live at Lord’s – thanks to BBC Music:

Max stuck around for almost half of the men’s match. I stuck around for the entire first half of it.

Friday 15 August: A Day Chatting & Eating With Ben Schwarz

A follow up session with Ben Schwarz to try and cover some of the items we had meant to chat about when we met up at Lord’s a few weeks ago:

It was a most pleasant way to spend a large chunk of the day. We nattered for so long over a pot of tea at Clanricarde Gardens, that by the time we got to The Orangery in Kensington Gardens, they’d stopped serving the lunch menu and had moved on to the high tea menu. A suitable venue for high tea, we shared one of those and then strolled in the gardens chatting some more.

This photo, in truth, from 1994, but the look of the place on a sunny day hasn’t changed

Naturally, we didn’t quite complete the list of topics we had been hoping to discuss, so we’ll chat some more in the autumn. It will be interesting to compare notes from our respective times in the USA when next we meet.

Plums, Spirits, Gunns & The Bionic Quartet: Only At Lord’s, 5 & 8 August 2025

Tennis, Followed By London Spirit v Oval Invincibles Double-Header, Observed Mostly From Pelhams, 5 August 2025

Actually I’m not sure whether we are supposed to pronounce the Lord’s Warner Stand Restaurant, which is named Pelhams, “Plums” or “Pelhams”. These days, probably the latter.

Anyway, I was cordially invited to enjoy the first The Hundred day of the season, London Spirit v Oval Invincibles, from the giddy heights of that restaurant, courtesy of the committee, as a thank you for being on the tennis subcommittee.

Here’s me looking suitably giddy up there. I took this picture to alert Colin Stutt, aka Olaf The Buddhist Viking, to the fact that I was there. I reported Olaf’s baby steps into cricket thusly:

Since then, his enthusiasm for our sport has led him as far as Perth to watch a Women’s test match and back to Lord’s a couple of years later with a party of eight, including his daughter, Laura, for her 30th birthday treat – Laura’s idea! I conspired with Olaf to arrange a surprise personal tour around the pavilion for Laura during the interval between the two matches.

But before all of that, I had a good left-handed hit on the real tennis court with John Beatty & Giles Stogdon, ably assisted by Chris Bray who mopped up after my less penetrative shots. I thought I played quite well in the circumstances.

Then to Pelhams, where the tennis subcommittee was being entertained along with several other subcommittees, including the folk that organise the MCC cricket fixtures. The women’s fixtures committee included two people I know well: Leshia Hawkins from the ECB and Marilyn Smith from Middlesex.

Having done my homework a little earlier in the day, I surprised my fellow guests with my knowledge of the chanteuse who was to entertain us during the interval: Mimi Webb.

Just as well that no-one was able to challenge the depth of my knowledge there.

Leshia and I bonded further in the matter of music by both recognising one of the songs available for The Hundred app users to choose as the walk-on music for Danielle Gibson: Ride On Time, which, I am delighted to announce, was chosen by the majority and therefore played. A rare success for me – both recognising the song and being successful in choosing it.

The women’s match was a good one, with lots of runs and a fairly tight finish.

Walking round to the Edrich Stand to collect Laura for her surprise tour reminded me why I normally choose any time other than the intervals for walking around. The ground was heaving.

Still, we navigated the crowds and I was able to provide Laura with a fairly comprehensive, albeit slightly idiosyncratic tour of the pavilion. I don’t suppose many tours focus quite so much on the portraits of Spencer Ponsonby-Fane and Rachel Heyhoe Flint, but we had our reasons.

Laura was wearing a sash announcing that it was her 30th birthday, which encouraged many people to greet Laura warmly and wish her happy birthday. Laura surmised that I must know lots of people in the pavilion, which was slightly true, but a lot of the friendly greeters were not people I know – they were just friendly people. It is a genial collection of folk, young and old, in the pavilion on The Hundred days. I welcome it wholehearedly.

After Laura’s tour, I got back just in time to chow down eagerly, while watching the men’s match fizzle disappointingly. While the women’s match had been an excellent advertisement for women’s cricket, I thought the men’s Hundred match was a good advert for test match cricket, coming just a day after the end of a magnificent test series. Still, that second match gave me an opportunity to chat with some of my fellow tennis committee folk and also some of the other people in Pelhams that evening.

Without Leisha’s guidance, I made a foolish choice of walk-on music for the men’s match, not recognising the name Insomnia as the following track, which contains an infectious riff, which is very suitable (once you get 2/3rds of the way through the track) and was indeed chosen:

An exhilarating afternoon and evening: I got plenty of sleep that night.

Playing Tennis & Watching Cricket & Tennis On MCC Women’s Day, 8 August 2025

I had arranged to play tennis at 14:00, after the two-hour MCC Women’s Day gathering on the tennis court, to which I had not been invited as a player.

I arrived at Lord’s around 12:00, determined to watch some cricket and tennis before I played. I am very glad I did that.

The first match on the cricket pitch was between an MCC XI and Gunnersbuty WCC. This was in part a celebration of “The Gunns” centenary year.

Originally from “out our way” around Ealing/Gunnersbury (who knew), the club has actually moved around a lot, now in Barnet, but at one time (1960s) based at Boston Manor Park, where Janie and I play our “lawn”.

I must have been going through a purple patch in Boston Manor Park at that time

I watched with divided loyalties, as The Gunns turned what looked like a losing cause into an excellently-timed successful run chase.

You can read about all the cricket action from that day and even see the video here.

After that, I watched the women at tennis for a while, chatting with those who were off the court.

Then it was my turn to play, with three great stalwarts: Michael Keane, Max McHardy and Barry Nathan. I worked out that, between the four of us, there were only three organic hips on the court, the other five, including  Pinky, my new right hip, being prosthetic. Max boasted that both of his hips are originals, only then to confess that both of his knees are falsies.

I decided to name us The Bionic Quartet. I asked DeepAI to try to depict “The Bionic Quartet” based on a short description:

Not bad. I suggested fewer beards and tennis rackets rather than musical instruments:

Hmmm – AI seems determined to depict vast amounts of facial hair, even when asked not to. I didn’t dare try to get the software to depict real tennis rackets.

I stuck around briefly after tennis to see a bit of the second cricket match, but the thought of avoiding the rush hour on the tube and getting home in good time became a greater draw than the cricket quite quickly. I have seen a lot of the stuff over the past few weeks and will be seeing plenty more before the season is completely done.

Thomas Paine Lived & Wrote At 154 New Cavendish Street: Evidenced

154 New Cavendish Street (formerly 7 Upper Marylebone Street), 30 July 2025

An Open, Illustrated Letter To The Thomas Paine Historical Association & English Heritage

Synopsis: Previous research by the Thomas Paine Society in the UK identified 148 New Cavendish Street (Highwood House) as the site of the house 7 Upper Marylebone Street, occupied by Thomas Paine while he wrote large chunks of The Right of Man. (See Barb Jacobson’s otherwise excellent article in Fitzrovia News from November 2010). However, my subsequent research (2022 and 2025) has uncovered incontrovertible evidence that the numbering of Upper Marylebone Street in Horwood’s Plan, upon which the 148 New Cavendish Street theory is based, was in error. In fact, 7 Upper Marylebone Street is now 154 New Cavendish Street, one of the three original Georgian houses still standing on that block. That house should be eligible for an English Heritage Blue Plaque in honour of Thomas Paine. I urge The Thomas Paine Historical Association to liaise with English Heritage over this matter.

Half Of The Harris Family From Number 4. Dad, Grandma Anne & Uncle Michael, c1925.

My father’s family settled at 4 Upper Marylebone Street a few years after arriving in this country. My father was born in that house in 1919, as was his brother Michael a couple of years later. The “Harris” family moved south around 1930.

I started to take a look at my family’s history in 2022 and wrote a couple of pieces about it. One rather tongue in cheek piece about the difficulties of searching the 1921 census…

…the other, following a bit more research, tracing the family’s first migrant steps in this country, from Notting Hill to Fitrovia via Soho…

While trawling all the available information sources for Upper Marylebone Street, now the eastern end of New Cavendish Street, I uncovered electoral rolls from 1935 and 1939. These provided incontrovertible evidence of the renaming and renumbering, as that was done between those two electoral rolls, as almost every house in that block (ironically, the one my family had lived in was empty in 1939) had at least one or two occupants who spanned those electoral roll years.

From the 1935 electoral roll

From the 1939 electoral roll

Mapping the two rolls:

  • 1 Upper Marylebone Street became 168 New Cavendish Street – see Emma Chandler and Minnie Morris
  • 2 Upper Marylebone Street became 166 New Cavendish Street – see John and Anna Bertha Sarah Wright
  • 3 Upper Marylebone Street became 164 New Cavendish Street – see Charles & Clara Lohman and William Smith
  • 4 Upper Marylebone Street became 162 New Cavendish Street – by inference, as empty in 1939
  • 5 Upper Marylebone Street became 160 New Cavendish Street – by inference, as empty in 1935 and 1939
  • 6a Upper Marylebone Street became 158 New Cavendish Street – see Dora Cante (Cawte) & Kathleen MacDonald
  • 6 Upper Marylebone Street became 156 New Cavendish Street – see John William Hawkes & Pauline Hawkes
  • 7 Upper Marylebone Street became 154 New Cavendish Street – see Hyman & Sara Gilbert, Charles & Florence Emily Jeanette Esser, George Henry & Elizabeth Emily Wheeler
  • 8 Upper Marylebone Street became 152 New Cavendish Street – see Elizabeth Olwen & Ionwerth Lumley Jenkins
  • 9 Upper Marylebone Street became 150 New Cavendish Street – see John Spenser & Annie Catherine Manning, and Frederick George Gransden.

Here are a couple of pictures I took in 2022 of the block of houses that was Upper Marylebone Street:

1 to 4 (plus the edge of 5) Upper Marylebone Street. Now 168 to 162 (plus the edge of 160) New Cavendish Street

Edge of 6, then 7 to 9 Upper Marylebone Street, then edge of Highwood House. Now edge of 156 to 150 New Cavendish Street, plus edge of 148 (Highwood House).

How could Horwood’s plan of 1792-1799 be in error? House numbering on Horwood’s plan is not 100% reliable and I believe this particular error is plain to see in the light of the other evidence I present:

Extract from Horwood’s Plan

Horwood leaves the three most easterly units on Upper Marylebone Street unnumbered, numbering the three most westerly units. Those three westerly units, together with an unnumbered unit from Ogle Court, subsequently became Highwood House.

It is clear from the renaming and renumbering in the 1930s that the three most easterly houses were numbered, 1, 2 & 3 Upper Marylebone Street. It is also more likely that unnumbered units were of lesser quality, more readily subsumed into a block of flats.

Barb Jacobson mentions evidence from tax records as well, which I have not seen, but it is quite possible that the three unnumbered units were part of the same demise as 9 Upper Marylebone Street – such detail would not be shown in tax records.

Still, I wanted more evidence from the Georgian period if I could find it. I turned to another great early trove of London street by street information: Lockie’s 1810 Topography of London.

Here is the relevant extract:

In other words, the small square behind No 10 Upper Marylebone Street could be found by passing three doors on the left after 9 Upper Marylebone Street. The three unnumbered doors were the three most westerly doors on the block, next to number 9.

I believe that all of this evidence is incontrovertible and points to the fact that the current house 154 New Cavendish Street is the house in which Thomas Paine wrote large chunks of Rights Of Man, as deliciously described in Barb Jacobson’s essay.

Sorry to be a Paine, but common sense suggests that we get this right…or even rights

I meant to write all of this up in 2022, but life intervened and other matters prevailed.

Then, in late July 2025, I met with writer Benjamin Schwarz to discuss life, the universe and everything at Lord’s cricket ground, like you do, only to discover that his son had roomed on that very block while studying in London quite recently.

I told Ben the Thomas Paine story and he politely told me off for not having written it up. Actually, in truth, I told myself off while telling him the tale and he agreed with me that I deserved telling off and that the matter needed putting right.

As it happened, I found myself very near the scene with a bit of time on my hands on 30 July 2025.

The Harris place, now 162, no longer boarded up in July 2025 – instead an art gallery named Night Café. My artist/photographer dad would have approved.

Two sides of 154 New Cavendish Street, now the Cracked Coffee Company

Thomas Paine would surely have approved of his former writing digs now being a coffee shop. It was in such places that his writings were most often disseminated in the late 18th century.

I felt an overwhelming need to break the news about 154 New Cavendish Street to the current occupants. The gentleman depicted on this page extracted from the Cracked Coffee Company website greeted me warmly on learning the news and happily sold me a coffee and a cookie.

Coffee and cookie – the evidence

It was near to closing time and I was interrupting a deep conversation between that manager (who turned out to be Romanian) and a rather excitable Russian mathematician named Yuri. They both seemed fascinated by the Thomas Paine connection.

We all three tried to debate matters of great social, moral and geopolitical import in the 30 minutes before closing time. We thought it was what Thomas Paine would have wanted. We even made some progress, or at least came to the conclusion that some social progress has been made since Thomas Paine’s time there in the 1790s and since my family’s time there 100 years ago.

I’m rambling.

To summarise, I believe I have uncovered incontrovertible evidence that the site of Thomas ‘Clio’ Rickman’s house, 7 Upper Marylebone Street, where Thomas Paine stayed and wrote the second part of The Rights Of Man in the early 1790s, is now 154 New Cavendish Street, which is the original Georgian building in which those important events occurred.

I believe that 154 New Cavendish Street should be eligible for an English Heritage Blue Plaque based on the evidence I have presented in this paper. I urge the Thomas Paine Historical Association formally to request such a plaque for that building. If I can provide any further assistance in this matter, please let me know. I’d love to attend the unveiling of the Blue Plaque, if the timing permits.

Postscript: Hair Today & Gone Tomorrow In 7 Upper Marylebone Street

When conducting my 2022 research, my cousin Angela, whose memory can stretch back to the 1950s and 1960s, reminded me that the Gilbert family, who lived at 7 Upper Marylebone Street, were great friends of our family and remained friends for many decades after my family moved on.

Angela remembers visiting the Gilbert family (or, as my father would affectionately call them, “The Giblets”), at 154 New Cavendish Street and believes that at least some of the Gilbert family remained there into the late 1950s or even the 1960s. Theirs was a barbershop, so it is very likely indeed that my dad’s haircut in the picture above, and that of Michael, were from that very shop.

That dad haircut would have been about 100 years before I sat in the same shop, drinking coffee and trying to put the world to rights through lively discussion.

Parenthetically, I don’t think the Giblets would have enjoyed cutting my hair when I was a child – I was a resistor from an early age:

Thomas Paine might have had a thing or two to say about forcing a kid to have his hair cut against his will.

“A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong gives it a superficial appearance of being right.” Thomas Paine. Don’t tell me he wasn’t talking about involuntary hair cutting.