Saturday, December 17, 2016

Obituary - Glenys Bevan / Travis 1939 - 2016

Glenys, who died in December 2016 was unmissable - forthright, extremely bright and an excellent lawyer. She was wonderful at dealing with Members - particularly the Greeks, who she usually easily out-talked, and was always full of good humour, One could hear her deep voice and throaty laughter from behind the enormous stacks of Defence files she was always working on. She famously had three wire filing trays on her desk labelled 'In', 'Out' and 'SET' - which stood for 'Solved By The Effluxion of Time'. 

I remember travelling out to see her and Robin on a weekend to discuss the Defence Annual Report which required legal notes preparing and finding them so well-briefed that there was little for me or anyone else to do. And they were both very fine mentors to the younger members of staff. I still have the notes written into my 'Commonplace Book' (as recommended by Frank Ledwith, our partner in charge of training) containing guidance from them on abstruse aspects of laytime and such gems as the ways in which single and cross liabilities are applied in the settlement of collision damage.  

I always think of Glenys as wreathed in cigarette smoke. Sidney Fowler had sourced some glass P&I ashtrays from somewhere cheap and hers was always overflowing. Peter Wright was the partner in charge of Syndicate 2 where she worked in the 1960s and 70s, and he too smoked incessantly, so their offices were in a perpetual fog. Glenys wasn't a partner but was the equal of any and had the status of one, augmented of course but her marriage to the great Robin Travis.

In later years she joined the new Professional Indemnity department and worked with the likes of Michael Summerskill and Francis Frost. She was always highly respected.

Michael Summerskill's Retirement party at the RAC Club 1989  

Back row: Francis Frost, Stephen James, Bill Birch Reynardson (Senior partner), Terence Coghlin, John Jillings, Michael Summerskill, Michael Miller, Charles Goldie, Robin Travis, Hugo Wynn-Williams, David Martin-Clark, Peter Wright, Nigel Lindrea, Herry Lawford
Seated: Anne James, Gillie Wright, Lies Frost, Margaret Martin-Clark, Marylees Summerskill, Beatrice Goldie, Jill Miller, Nik Birch Reynardson, Anthea Wodehouse, Sally Lindrea, Glenys Travis.

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Thursday, December 08, 2016

Origin of the name 'Lawford'

This surname is of Anglo-Saxon origin, and is a locational name from any of the various places called Lawford which have as their component elements the Olde English pre 7th Century personal name "Lealla", cognate with the Old High German "Lallo", and the Olde English "ford", a ford. These places include: Lawford in Essex, recorded as "Lalleford", circa 1042 in the Anglo-Saxon Wills Records, and as "Laleforda" in the omesday Book of 1086; Church and Long Lawford in Warwickshire, appearing as "Leileforde, Lilleford" and "Lelleford" in the Domesday Book, and respectively as "Churche", and "Long Lalleford" in the 1235 Charter Rolls of Warwickshire; and Lawford, a locality in the Williton rural district of Somerset. Locational surnames such as this, were originally given to local landowners, and the lord of the manor, and especially as a means of identification to those who left their birthplace to settle elsewhere. On December 2nd 1589, Thomas Lawford and Isabella Holbech were married at Fillongley, Warwickshire. Dr. Richard Lawford, an early settler in the New World, appears on a List of the Inhabitants of St. Michaell's Town, Barbados, in 1680. A Coat of Arms granted to the Lawford family is an azure shield with seven silver crescents, three, three and one. Symbolically, the crescent is associated with Faith and Hope. An arrow point downwards and palm branch in saltire all proper is on the Crest. The first recorded spelling of the family name is shown to be that of John Lawforde, which was dated November 9th 1569, marriage to Elizabeth Carlett, at St. Giles' Cripplegate, London, during the reign of Queen Elizabeth 1, known as "Good Queen Bess", 1558 - 1603.  Internet Surname Database

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Wednesday, September 21, 2016

My Life in Wine

Koko, a bruschetta and a sauvignon
I've never been much of a drinker and indeed was teetotal until I was about 25 and drank mainly coke.  I never acquired a taste for beer, probably because my father hardly drank it, and didn't like the effects of alcohol - and still don't. But after I was given champagne at Annie Ommanney's wedding and became laughing drunk, I took up drinking wine which I came to love. My friend Charlie Skipwith went into the wine trade at the end of the 60s and studied with the Ginestet's at Chateau Margaux and I visited him and became interested in its production. By the 70's I was spending quite bit of time reading about wine and visiting wine regions in France. My bible was a book by Alexis Lichine called 'An Encyclopaedia of Wines and Spirits'. He endeared himself to me by writing: 'How does one drink a Chateau d'Yquem? On one's knees with one's head bared'. Hugh Johnson on Wine was another regular source of information - and my father made me a member of the Wine Society whose catalogues were most informative.

Soulutre in the Macon 1979

In time I started to acquire some serious wines and even kept a cellar book at Harvestgate. Charlie Skipwith gave me a dozen Leoville Las Cases and Nick Duke and I bought a case of Chateau Mouton Rothschild 1970 to share and these and other wines were stored in my father's cellar st Stocks. There were two drawbacks to this. One was that he would go down and help himself to them (and why not?). The other was that the cellar flooded in wet years and many bottles lost their labels (though this also encouraged one to draw their corks to see what they were....)

The first two pages of the cellar book dated December 1979
The first two pages of the cellar book dated December 1979
For a while I also bought wine at Christie's wine sales with another friend, Bruce Harris, but our enthusiasm dimmed somewhat when we paid quite a bit for a 1961 Chateau Tasta which turned out to be undrinkable.

I was lucky to be introduced to Australian and New Zealand wines early on. Once I spent a happy afternoon in the 1970s with a business colleague at Len Evans's wine bar in Sydney drinking Petaluma riesling and on another memorable occasion my brother-in-law, Peter Crittle and I selected three bottles of Grange Hermitage from his extensive cellar, drunk them at a sitting and ended up sleeping face-down on the lawn. In New Zealand, our business was looked after by Ian McKay, a well known local figure who had a share in the Cloudy Bay vineyard that began that country's rise to wine prominence in the mid 80s.

In Japan, I soon grew to love sake (more properly a beer rather than a wine) and sought out the finer drier sakes from Niigata (like Hakubai) to go with sashimi and other delicacies. I still love them though find them impossible to get at home, even in good restaurants.

Devil's Lair

I no longer maintain anything like a cellar, but I do buy small quantities of wines that I really like and which are worth opening with friends who appreciate them. Although with the right food it's difficult to beat the mouth-filling properties of Yarra Yering 'Agincourt' (Cabernet Merlot), mostly I prefer to drink lighter wines, preferably Pinot Noir, the best of which I think come from Central Otago - like Mt Difficulty, Neudorf or Felton Road. My favourites whites are Devil's Lair from Margaret River. Far Niente from Napa (both chardonnays) and the exceptional new Spanish whites such as Lapola. All winemaking seems to have undergone a great transformation in recent years and lovely wines at reasonable prices abound, and although one can still find absolutely delicious French wines (such as Clos de Tart) at a price, I do still have difficulty with many French wines that seem not to meet the taste grade.

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Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Bill Birch Reynardson 1923 - 2017

Bill Birch Reynardson

This post is about Bill Birch Reynardson (1923 - 2017), who was the 'original cause' of my joining Thomas Miller, and in my subsequent 39 year career in the City and was both a mentor and friend.

Bill and my father Patrick were close friends of Colin Balfour and were shooting with him one day in the autumn of 1966.  They got talking and my father mentioned that I was reading law and intended to practice at the bar. 'I wouldn't do that', said Bill. 'I was at the bar for a while; very dull. I'm now with a firm in the City called Thomas Miller. Tell Herry to come and see me.' Needless to say, we made some enquiries (from the likes of John Colgrave) as Thomas Miller was a firm that no one appeared to have heard of, but they revealed the intriguing information that the Millers (Dawson and Cyril) ran something called a shipowners' liability mutual or 'P&I Club' and were highly successful, and the firm was known as one of most prestigious in the world of shipping law and insurance.  And so I came up from university for a few days and was shown (by Terence Coghlin, another important mentor) the files relating to the current legal 'cause celebre', the 'General Guisan' - otherwise known as 'Suisse-Altantique' -  a case involving the issue of fundamental breach -  and another enormous set of files involving an even more important case, the 'Wagon Mound', a Privy Council decision on remoteness of damage, which had been handled by Frank Ledwith. You can imagine how fascinating it was to be suddenly at the heart of such momentous legal decisions, seeing how the relevant partners had handled the cases and guided the shipowners concerned in their appeals - with the Club in these cases paying their legal costs*.

Having joined Thomas Miller in October 1967 I was placed in Frank Ledwith's training room with my colleagues Stephen James, Francis Frost, Christopher Bird and Roger Day, with Nigel Lindrea, who had joined a year earlier, nominally looking after us (but in fact getting mercilessly ragged). Stephen James, who later became chairman of Thomas Miller, recalls that at his interview with Bill, he was asked, in all seriousness, if he had 'private means' - which was perhaps to Bill a reasonable question as the starting salary was 'only' just over £1000 a year, but we thought it was very decent indeed. Bill was a partner then and so soon was Terence Coghlin, and it was with Terence I initially sat, after the two-year training period, and later with Bill. But almost immediately, Bill began to take me on business trips, particularly to Yugoslavia, often accompanied by his wife Nik (and sometimes his daughter Juliet), where met some impressive characters like Dr Hrvoje Kacic and of course I also got to know them well. Later on we visited India, Iran and Iraq, but it was to Yugoslavia we went most often and we also dealt with their shipowners' annual renewal as well as their cases. When travelling with Bill and Nik in 1973, my wife Prue began complaining of the local smells and was unable to eat much. Bill immediately deduced that she was pregnant, a state that was confirmed by a visit to the local hospital.

Bill was a good lawyer and negotiator and was consummate at large international gatherings. He was for many years vice-president of the CMI (Comite Maritime International) from which new international shipping laws emerged. When the Torrey Canyon spilled its cargo of oil on the Scilly Isles in 1967 and it was realised that there was no international regime to determine who paid for the consequences of an accidental oil spill, Bill got together with Lord Devlin in his kitchen and drafted what became the Civil Liability Convention on which most international oil spill compensation law has been based since 1970.

Bill later became senior partner, and I continued to travel with him to places like Japan, where he used to go off to have dinner with his old friend the ambassador, and I made the rounds of the shipowners. In this photo we are at the top of the Palace Hotel giving lunch to a Japanese lawyer and his colleague. The lawyer was a crucial link to the top echelon of the Japanese shipping line NYK and was a good friend as well. The photo includes Terence Coghlin, who was revered in Japan, as well as a young Nigel Carden who looks after our Japanese business now.

Bill knew how to travel in style: we went to the races in Baghdad (Bill in an 'owners' grey flannel suit with brown trilby), and took time out of a visit to Tehran to see Persepolis the year after the Shah's incredible party, coming home via Rome. At the Taj in Bombay, Bill would invite the senior figures in the industry to dinner in his suite. They all came. He made particular friends with the eminent Indian lawyer, S.Venkitsewaran (known to all as 'Venky') who remained a most valuable friend to the firm (and me) thereafter.

Bill presided over the expansion the firm in the 1980s and several new Clubs and businesses were started, including the Bar Mutual which insured the members of the bar in England and Wales against professional negligence. He put me in charge of one that started in 1984 - Transport Intermediaries Mutual (the brainchild of Francis Frost) - and supported me against those who thought I should have stayed in the main P&I business. But TIM was successful and by 1993, having completed a merger with a competing mutual making the combined entity ITIC the largest insurer of such risks in the world, I returned to P&I.

Bill retired in 1992 and was made a CBE. He lived at Adwell House, an ancient pile in Oxfordshire that had been in his family since the late C17th and was once a Civil War prison. There is a good description of the house and the family's history here. He had always been a consumate countryman and sportsman and rode to hounds until late in life (before being nearly killed when his horse fell when out hunting), and was chairman of Garsington Opera for years as well as Les Azuriales Opera. He was very well-connected both in the City and society generally. His lovely 7 acre garden at Adwell was being constantly expanded and is open annually for charity.

Bill always dressed well but was of the school that allowed clothes to be correct for the occasion but never flashy. At one point I had had a suit made that was rather too tight-fitting. On appearing in it for the first time, Bill's laconic comment was simply 'It faut suffrir pour etre belle'.... He was also traditional in his artistic and architectural tastes, and once asked me as we passed the 'new' Lloyd's building whether I liked it. 'Yes, quite', I replied. 'You're a pseud,' he said - but he had the hall at Adwell painted a marvellous bright peach that was much admired.

Bill was one of the most charming men of his generation and was at ease with people from all walks of life and all nationalities**. As with my father, one could say that he was loved and admired as much by women as by men. In later life he wrote a private memoir, 'Letters to Lorna', in which he described his early life (Eton, Oxford, the War - he was wounded in Italy) - back to Oxford) through the letters he had exchanged with a dear friend in Scotland.

He was a marvellous raconteur and had an enormous fund of stories which often involved well-known people. There was however plenty of steel under the velvet glove and he was equally able to steer a large gathering of shipowners as well as the varied characters in his partnership. And despite his rather grand background, he also knew when to save money. When there was a downturn in the shipping market in the mid-80's, he sold the flat in Victoria that went with the job of senior partner, and gave up the firm's butler and chauffeur as well as the weekly seats at Covent Garden. He even decreed that business lunches in the office should be 'dry' - for a while.

Bill with Sir Peter Miller, the chairman of Lloyd's,  at John Shearer's funeral 2010

Bill sadly lost his dear wife Nik in 1997 and lived the last twenty years alone, moving from the big house to the Garden House where he was was looked after by his housekeeper Lorrie. Nik, Juliet, Clare and Tom and their families are pictured here at Adwell in 1995.

In 2014, Bill gave a lunch at his club for those he had recruited to Thomas Miller. He was suffering from pneumonia at the time and was attended by his daughter Clare, but a it most enjoyable reunion for all of us (see photo). After that he still came to the Thomas Miller Carol Service and was at Mark Holford's retirement in 2015, but remained more and more at home at Adwell and died on 4th July 2017.

* In both these cases the shipowners were insured by a specific part of the Club only for their legal costs as the principal losses - time, (in the case of the "General Guisan') - can't be insured - and physical damage to the ship itself (in the case of the 'Wagon Mound') is covered by the ship's hull policy). Of course the P&I Club did cover a multitude of types of loss to third parties, from oil spills to death and injury to passengers and crew, to cargo loss and damage, fines and penalties and many more esoteric claims.

** A vignette will put Bill's social life into better context: his father had made friends in the South of France with the Swedish royals and Bill continued the relationship. One day in 1970 he invited me to dinner at Adwell and told me to stay the night and bring my black tie. It was a fascinating evening as the guest list included the King and Queen of Sweden, Princess Margaretha and John Ambler, Lord Carrington and his wife and one of the Swedish princesses, who was my age. I very much enjoyed the evening but have never encountered one quite its equal since.

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Cmdr Colin Balfour, RN, DL 1924 - 2009

Colin and Prue Balfour

Cmdr Colin Balfour, RN, DL, who died on 19th July 2009 after suffering an eight-year illness brought on by a fall, was a most charming and amusing man and, with his wife Prue, one of my parents' closest friends. He was brought up in Oxfordshire and was an early friend of Bill Birch Reynardson's and was with him at Eton. Both of them went to war in 1942, Colin joining the navy and Bill the army, and saw a great deal of action (and Bill was wounded). Colin retired from the navy in 1952 and took up farming on his family's estate at Wintershill and in Scotland, which he loved. He was for many years chairman of the governors of the local school, chairman and treasurer of the Parish Council and a church warden at Durley Church for 24 years. An excellent shot and mathematician, a superb mimic and story-teller and a kind and generous man, he and Prue maintained a wonderful social life in Hampshire and in Scotland. Among my parents' fondest memories (apart from many hilarious dinner parties) were when they visited them in the South of France and the annual cricket matches against the village, played on the pitch at Wintershill.  Prue, the daughter of an admiral who died in 2016 was as charming and gregarious as he was and both enhanced the lives of all those around them.

I have a particular reason to be grateful to Colin and Prue as it was when my father was shooting at Wintershill that he met Bill Birch Reynardson who offered me a job at Thomas Miller where I happily remained for 39 years.

Sunday, August 28, 2016

General Sir Sydney Lawford 1865 - 1953

General Sir Sydney Turing Barlow Lawford KCB

The General’s Sword

Dear Mr. Lawford,

Firstly, please allow me to introduce myself;

My name is Troy Zwicker. I am a Deputy Sheriff who resides in Nova Scotia, Canada. One of my hobbies is collecting British military swords, which is the reason I am writing to you.

I discovered your blog while conducting research into a Wilkinson sword in my collection. I read your articles on the Lawford connection to the Draper's Guild with fascination, not least because your articles helped confirm in my mind my working theory on the original owner of said sword.

I have enclosed a link to an on-line article that was put together by a very good friend of mine on his blog regarding the sword in question and its connection to a member of the Lawford family.

Might I prevail upon you to peruse the article and share your thoughts with me regarding my deductive reasoning on the purchaser and owner of this fascinating historical artifact?

Here is the link to the article;

In closing Sir, I would like to extend my heartfelt thanks and gratitude to you for your efforts in making available to the world (including amateur historians such as myself!) the fascinating history of your family.

Respectively yours,

Troy Zwicker
Nova Scotia,

5th August 2016

to which my cousin Jeremy replied: 

I am sure Troy Zwicker’s conclusion is correct, and that this was indeed Sydney’s sword.  And he is right that Sydney’s father had died just a few months before, so it is not unreasonable to assume that a relative might have bought 19 year old Sydney his regimental sword.

However, my first thought was that there are no Lawfords in that period with those initials – indeed, there are few apart from Sydney himself who had as many as three initials,   And Troy Zwicker is absolutely right that Sydney was the only Lawford in the Royal Fusiliers.  Certainly not second cousin Percy (who had no other initials anyway),  nor his father’s cousin George (ditto).

So I looked again at the initials in the Wilkinson ledger, and I think the answer may be quite straightforward.  The first initial could be almost anything, but it is certainly not a ‘P’ and I don’t think it’s a ‘G’ either.  If anything it looks like the sort of terminal small case ‘s’ that I was taught to form at Miss Melsom’s school in Deddington 70+ years ago.  The second letter is, I think, a ‘T’ rather than an ‘S’.  And the third letter, which is unquestionably a ‘V’, was written down in error when Sydney gave his name as S T B Lawford.  Not much difference in sound between B and V, as anyone who has tried learning modern Greek will know!

So the purchaser, in my opinion, was S T B Lawford of the 7th Fusiliers, which was, I believe, the battalion to which he was attached after gaining his commission in the Royal Fusiliers on 5th February i885.  The service record which I attach indicates as much.

Jeremy Lawford
8th August 2016