A rummage through random aspects of the past that interest me and may be of use or interest to other readers and writers of period fiction. Please note that the stories featured and my artwork for the covers are copyright; and have the courtesy to ask permission if you wish to use anything that is mine, and duly acknowledge it if you do.
This is something of a rewrite of an earlier post, but I am concentrating on time for people in the late Georgian era, and have included a couple of useful charts for sunrise and sunset times in Britain through the year. This is London and will vary slightly to north and south. The whole of Britain only subtends a couple of degrees of arc, however, and for the purposes of the inexact time of the era will do just fine.
Time by the late Georgian era was no
longer measured by the Church and its offices, but they happened to coincide
with the times of day most people cared about – midnight, sunrise, rising time,
opening of offices and shops, noon, knocking off time or sunset, which depended
on the time of year which came first, and bedtime.Recent research suggests that people of the
18th century and before may have slept for four hours, woke and
either rose for a drink or engaged in sex for a couple of hours and then went
back to sleep again for four hours; this is apparently a natural
biorhythm.I’m a little sceptical,
myself, since the average working man would not have had ten hours overnight to
play about with like that.Possibly it
may have been a pattern followed by some of the leisured classes, but Austen
never mentions her characters getting up in the middle of the night, so I’m
inclined to go with her.As to natural
biorhythms, once I’m off, I’m off until my alarm clock puts his soft paws on my
face and bites my nose gently seven hours later.
Even in the Regency time was not
as all-important as it is now.Time
nowadays is measured in nanoseconds and consumes all our lives.Then the nearest quarter hour was good enough
– and likely to be different in every village or at every church steeple by
which gentlemen set their watches.Accurate chronometers for the use of sailors had been invented in 1750
for the purposes of calculating longitude at sea, but pocket watches were not
of that degree of accuracy, and nor did this particularly matter.Especially as the time from one place to the
next might be anything up to an hour different.
Country wide timekeeping only
became important with the widespread use of railways; when ‘railway time’ was
adhered to as the standard.
No Regency buck is going to look
at his watch and say ‘it is three seventeen’; for one thing that means of
expressing the time is modern, and for another it would not occur to him to be
that accurate – unless he was trying to break a record driving from London to
Brighton, when he would probably start on the hour or half hour in any
case.He would for every day purposes
say either ‘it’s about quarter past three’ or if he was trying to hurry up the
females in his life ‘hurry up, it’s coming up twenty past three already’.
sunrise times London
Sunset times, London
The country year, in common with the
medieval year, was governed by farming expediency; such religious festivals as
were retained in a Protestant country were those which, like the pagan
festivals, fitted in to the farming year. Most people by now had some idea of what the
date was, but most country people would still count time as being along the
lines of, ‘the day after old Mrs. Scroggins slipped on the ice, which is two
years since there was ice as bad as this and the river froze’.The state of the moon would also be something
more people would be aware of than in these times of street lighting, and high
rise buildings that block the moon.‘I’ll sow my seeds on the waxing moon next month’ would be a statement
that made sense to any countryman [and as a matter of interest some extensive
research seems to concur with the old country saying that seeds should be sown
with the moon waxing. Something to do with tidal drag.]
The farmworker’s day was
determined as it always has been by the time of year; he worked from dawn until
dusk. The hardest work of the year was during harvest, when the day was very
long too; in winter there were less tasks to do on the land save marling it but
the few animals that were not slaughtered still had to be cared for, and there
was repair to tools and fences.
The year was still divided into
quarters, and this was the day on which debts were settled, rents were paid,
quarterly pay was given, disputes were heard by magistrates, and many fairs
were held, including hiring fairs where country servants might hope to get a
Lady Day, 25th March, held as New Year’s day until 1751
and the reason for the superstition of cleaning the grate completely on New
Year’s eve [it makes sense at the end of spring to be without a fire where it
does not do so in the middle of winter]
Michaelmas Day 29th September
Christmas Day 25th December
Country folk were still
calculating by the quarter day up to the second world war in some places.
Moon phases as they relate to time of rising and setting.
Nothing irritates me much more
than to read things like ‘the sickle moon was just rising as they went to
The rising and setting times of
the moon are determined by the phases and though that may vary by some hours in
general the following is true.
The New Moon or dark of the
moon rises very early in the morning, between the late early hours and
early morning and sets in the early evening.This is only really noticeable when there is the first sliver of new
First Quarterrises quite early in the morning and sets
sometime at or after midnight.
Full Moon rises early
evening, sets very, very early in the morning
Third Quarter rises after midnight and setsduring the first part of the morning
During each of these phases of
course the time shifts slightly each day.
NOTE: tides will be high roughly
when the moon is at Zenith and Nadir . This is also affected by latitude. I
haven’t come across a reliable engine to do the maths for me yet.Just please, don’t have a high spring tide,
or any kind of high tide, as the sickle moon rises.High springs are with full moon.
Note 2: the graphs are drawn by me from data in books, so please attribute me if you use them.
a botched abduction in which he was wounded, Evelyn, Marquis Finchbury finds
himself embroiled with the determined young runaway Imogen. Short of money but
loath to get attached to a chamberpot heiress, Finchbury spurns the idea of
courting Imogen. Instead he hands her over to his mother’s protection.
Imogen turns her hand to sorting out Lady Enid’s problems and rescuing
Finchbury’s illegitimate children from a murderous gypsy and a vituperative
gentlewoman, Finchbury finds himself drawn to Imogen against his will. His
protestations that he is no good for Imogen fall on determinedly deaf ears as
the chamberpot heiress unravels the ghosts of his past and determines to marry
The background picture is Bath, where Finchbury, travelling reluctantly with Imogen, meets up with his mother and her paramour, and thankfully hands Imogen over to her. Here Imogen makes a social debut, meeting some of the younger inhabitants of the town and trying the baths with Lady Enid, the cause of whose strange malady Imogen is able to guess. However, Enid agrees to go with her son, with Imogen in tow, to his Seat, to decide what to sell, in order to start to recoup his fortunes. We discover a lot about Evelyn's father, all to the man's detriment, and I enjoyed writing the children so much I'm going to work them into another book in the series just for kicks and giggles. This may delay the book involving Letty Grey, as that doesn't take place until early 1815, but it will be coming!
Fortunately I had all my weather research to hand in the writing of this, so the weather, including snow in Bath early in May is accurate, because it was written in the book, and sent to a friend to beta-read, before the Great Data Crash.
It's coincidental that I was involving gypsies at the same time as my friend and editor, Giselle Marks, was writing a book in which Gypsies were a major feature, so we were able to share information. The carts of the time were not the brightly painted vardos of later times, but were more akin to the pioneer carts of the wild west, with carts hooped and covered with canvas. The hoops, often cut from local materials at each stop, were used to make rude tents for living in. I call them vardos for convenience, because the word isn't going to have sprung out of nowhere.
Melinda's work may be set in the modern day, but her research is based in the past, in times of Renaissance superstition, belief in magic and vampires and so on. I have every respect for Melinda, not only for her meticulous research, but because she's writing in a foreign language. Now I can shop in Romanian, but I couldn't write a book in it, and I raise my hat to her amazing English, which surpasses that of plenty of native speakers.
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Italian businessman Giovanni Coriola and English
target-shooting trainer Sonia Galsworthy have only two things in common—a
sizzling chemistry and no desire for commitment. When they meet in London, the
world starts spinning faster and they quickly become addicted to each other.
The incendiary passion between them skyrockets into smoldering,
Just as they thought they had things settled, a strange
discovery triggers a mysterious spiral of events that puts their lives in
danger more than once, with no apparent reason.
What connection could there be between an ancient amulet, a
secret society and the long-dead poet Dante Alighieri? A sinister, complicated
conspiracy that gradually catches up with the characters. And of course, one
last twist before the ending.
*Dante’s Amulet is a follow-up of Mirage Beyond Flames.