I imagined John Blanke to be.... a powerful force of sound. Heard through all the pageantry and the sound of horses hooves, heard throughout history and remembered as much for his resounding sound as his resourceful and enduring race. Kings of old cherished his sound, which heralded the arrival of confident crowns to render them histories immortals. To us, the silence of his sound rendered by history continues to be deafening.
Graeme Mortimer Evelyn