Two "Big Buts from Brentor.

I work as a kind of Secretary in this Crown Office, but one with a difference.  Just as a clock (24hr) I never seem to stop working?  Strangely, apart from my late husband (Climber) this is the only man I don't mind working for.

No, he never did fall down a mountain; he tripped-up on the way up a Hill – he was too good a mountaineer to fall down?  Well that's how I described it?  I laughed every day I knew him, and I laughed on the day he died!

I like working for this person because he's quite different to any other man I've ever met.  I knew it was not a normal physical attraction; because his wives have been so special, I knew I was not in with a chance of getting him where I wanted him, albeit in the end I said, ‘I don't mind working 24 hrs a day’?

But what I noted was so special for Brentor, was, on the day he became the CO of the Lifeguards, the London Cavalry Regiment of his great, great grandmother (covered in this Blog), I also had drawn to my attention, two guys, not only related to the family, but who came from Brentor, and just a mile down the road.

One quite famous in his era, was Tommy Doidge, who at one time lived at Lydford Station (down by the Manor Hotel); later Albert Redvers Doidge K.G.O, made available to him a nice home at Horndon.

Not many now, know that Tommy was quite famous for breeding the Dartmoor / Thoroughbred cross.   It was a great Point to Point horse.  As a kid, his son I was shown one he liked.  That did an extra lap at Kilworthy (Jockey forgot how many times he had been around) and still it came in first.

But just down the road from where he lived, was Langstone Manor.  There lived a little guy called Freddy Penwell.  Although the notes from which I compile say, he was "Knee-High" to a Grasshopper, they also say ‘the last time I met him; ‘Fred was as Fat-as-a-Pig’ (Eng. Lit)?

But what made this all so special was he went on to New Market and afterwards became 17 year Yard Manager to Sir Lester, a man you could say was the UK's greatest Jockey.  Not many win the Derby nine times?

So, Brentor must be a special place?  The note which made me laugh most was one from Albert Redvers Doidge.  This said that when he was four years old, he (little William Doidge) stood in front of me and said, “er” aint up to going like Fred's dad’s (“er” being my lovely Timber Shire Violet).  So I said to him “er” was not meant to!  Go down and see Tommy, he'll sort you out one? 

It was three miles (a long way for a kid)?  I thought that will give me a few hours of peace and quiet?

Tommy said he arrived here and went over-one, and half an hour later he came out under and said “I can see it’s a “he” and not an “er”.  He’ll do!  Then it was off to Cross Trees Farm with it on a rope. 

Rumour was his little legs got as far as Langstone Manor, and that was where it stopped at a patch of Spring grass.

Fred's dad came to the rescue and Albert’s boy’s instructions were, ‘take him back to Uncle Tommy, and tell him he'll have to train him better than that’.  No good if it stops half way round Kilworthy! 

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But out of Tommy Doidge's two favourite lads from Brentor, one became a great lad and manager in pro racing.  The other that morning rode out as the Grand Knight (Brit-Emp) on the great Stallion Cruzer and graced the London Mall.

It was the first time since his great, great grandmother Queen Victoria of the Monarchy, had done the same thing.  She came from a few miles away at Lamerton.  She never did marry a Duke; no one would if they knew what the word meant.

Don't worry with the history of the Monarchy; there never were any Kings and Queens, in either England or Scotland.  There is a legal requirement!   The only man ever declared a King in true history, was Sir Richard Doidge, and later referred to as the "Lion-Heart".    Most of the people of Brentor, and the South West, came from Scotland, where Sir Richard was brought up.  He was born at Hamtoncourt (no "P" in those days).  At one time he also lived near Brentor.

The people of Brentor, and the area, built Buckland and Buckfast.  They also built St. Michael De-Rupe (see above link) and most else, including Morwhelham, and Endsliegh.  They built Kelly House (Haycoombe) and they even built Kelly College.

So always be respectful to the gents and lassies in the area, because that family sat on the Thrones of at least seven different major nations since the seventeenth century.  The genealogy news of World interest is the Wedding of the World - their getting getting spliced!  The Brides Veil will stretch right across Arabia.

Brentor was called the Village of the Knights, and Lydford Valley was known as the Valley of the King!

There is not too much to talk about at the moment, but the day Sir William R Doidge rode out on that great Stallion, he started a surge of freshness in the United Kingdom, it had not felt, for a hundred and fifty years.

They said the same thing had happened in Scotland.  The Royal Family had not only returned to Scotland, they were now gracing the great London Mall!  As Tommy Doidge would say, ‘it's in the water’?

The official Crown Records which relate to the history of this family are officially filed in the seven major nations, they had sat upon the Thrones of.  If you are showed some old “triggering” poetry documents, they were left there for a reason – just smile!

Ms. Anne Maria Cassel.

If you wish to see the full history of this family and the people of Brentor go to http://www.williamdoidge.co.uk

 The London Office:  http://www.williamdoidge.com

 Regiment:  http://www.londonlifeguards.co.uk  or .com

My office (View Official Crown Records):  http://www.rfjlegislation.com

London “Hub”  http://www.williamdoidge.co.uk

Royal Chambers:  http://www.royalchambers.net

You will also find a magnitude of beautiful Literature on the family and the Brentor area at the Site Maps of:

http://www.londonlifeguards.co.uk  and

http://www.williamdoidge.com